Ephemera tips his head to the side, his eyebrow raised. He's in the process of getting his armor back on, a task that was always calming to him and is working to keep him centered now. It's not his old rig, just the set he stole from a merc back in New Cairo, but he's made it his own in small ways. The armor looks plain from a distance but up close, a careful observe might catch the geometric patterns he's painted onto the surface with black and very dark blue ink. Mandalas and repeating motifs of triangles, hexagons. Simple work, for now. But his own. ]
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Ephemera tips his head to the side, his eyebrow raised. He's in the process of getting his armor back on, a task that was always calming to him and is working to keep him centered now. It's not his old rig, just the set he stole from a merc back in New Cairo, but he's made it his own in small ways. The armor looks plain from a distance but up close, a careful observe might catch the geometric patterns he's painted onto the surface with black and very dark blue ink. Mandalas and repeating motifs of triangles, hexagons. Simple work, for now. But his own. ]
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