Battle Angel Costume

I wore my costume. The white decorative trim on the black fabric was missing, and I planned more ornamentation for my gloves, but the rest was intact. Spires of gold like my old tiara stood up at my shoulders, the middle-center of my breastplate, and decorated the armor around my legs and on my gloves. The decoration at my forehead was a weight that kept my hood down, and my hair draped out over my right shoulder. A protective mask hung from my belt, the curved surface resting around the curve of my thigh. I'd don it if there was danger, and if I didn't need to speak.

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I hope you like the costume I made for us, I thought, as I released the wretch. As far as I could understand it, I was effectively wearing clothing with room for three of me, too many sleeves, too many pants legs. I was putting my hands through two sleeves, into the matching gloves, and I had the benefit of the strength. If I was quick, I could do things before the other arms and legs started moving about, around me, in front of me, behind me.

- Shadow 5.6