[ The skeleton is on a rooftop, looking thoughtful, running his fingertips over a crack in his skull that he thinks he got when the bridge was hit. ]
Hrm. I've been thinking I need to go back out West. There are civilians who need help, were flat out attacked or got caught in the crossfire, got flaming shrapnel dropped on them
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Anything and everything would be welcome.
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[He'll probably be dropping off, at some point, a little of each. Though the food choices might be...odd.]
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I've something that may be of use to you.
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Magic, naturally, is key. It's heavily enchanted, so as to draw out illusions. Rather than change you, it will change others' perspective of you; your appearance will become malleable, and who soever you meet will see what they expect to see. In most cases, a person of flesh and blood. Of course, if you come across one who doesn't possess the soundest of minds, and expects to see a skeleton, then that's what they'll see. Similarly, if for some reason you gave an individual the impression that you consisted entirely of bone, then the illusion would fade.
I wouldn't recommend wearing it at all hours of the day. Magic can be quite heady, you know.
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I'm good on my word, Mademoiselle Thropp. If you need to cash in while I'm gone from the City, I'll be there.
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You -- who are you?
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[ Hesitating uncertainly, wondering why he was speaking politely to a boy. Sniffing him out with a tingly skull. ]
...may I ask who you are?
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