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The lady’s got some fine biological craftsmanship working in her favor, that’s for sure. She’s… bright, something that causes her pupils to narrow in an involuntary action, flashing the great deal of orange that coiled in her iris. Tharia was never one for the light, shadows held a far more cool and comforting hold. “Clothing is a concealing weapon.” The lady went through all this bravado, might as well give her an answer.
Adjusting the ebony clothing that gives off a strange, unnatural sheen, Tharia gives a small, almost lamenting sigh. “I used to wear a great deal of white myself.” Those were… better times. Hard, but better times. Times when the many were not so far spread and broken, but unified in one cause to struggle through.
“I almost miss it, but I love that beautiful hair that you’re rockin’.”
A CONCEALING WEAPON. For that description, RAGYO KIRYUIN provides only the sharpest of cackles, though her laughter was only as COLD as the rest of her body, reverberating through the room in a way that was INHUMAN – as though the sound came from EVERYWHERE. From within her, from without her. But she was as much EVERYWHERE as her CLOTHING was – the Kiryuin conglomerate spreading REVOCS clothes as far as the world could see them spread.
“I applaud your answer,” She says, with the TRAIL of her laughter still inside her sentence. “And your FLATTERY does not go unnoticed.” RAGYO KIRYUIN was a vain woman, and her body was as much that which ADORNED her as her clothes did. All of it was a choice, which FLATTERED her body as well as it could, in as SINFUL a display as was possible.
“Yes! CLOTHING is a WEAPON; to harm or defend. The original SIN which still STRIKES OUT at the world, ensuring its destruction over the pursuit of MATERIAL THINGS. Man’s ORIGINAL SIN as a whole!”