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Antares taps Capella a few times on the shoulder. "Capella, are you restored?"
"Aye, mine own second skin hath reveal'd all yond which transpir'd"
"Very good. We should probably modify our appearance to fit in, before we leave."
"That task I can taketh with ease. "
It actually proved moderately troublesome for Capella, as he knows what costume he himself will be in, but not that of Rhick. He does his best to try... the crystal on his chest glows with psychic energy - not as much as Centauri, but still, he realizes the risks involved and tries to regulate his power. Antares is turned into a sort of armored surveyor - his ballistic padding made into what looks like cold iron, and under that, studded leather. A necklace with a glowing magenta gem (perhaps an impure amethyst?) is hung around his neck, and most of the devices he brought are slung by his waist in a sort of toolbelt.
For Capella, a more modest light gray leather vest akin to the renaissance era with orange trim, but also with an orange scarf wrapped around and covering his mouth and nose. His laser sword is sheathed in a leather holster meant more for knives (the blade is retractable, after all), and he also has a quiver for his crossbow bolts. The irises on his eyes are orange, but so is the wrist pattern on both of his leather gloves. He also seems to have short brown hair.
((Perhaps I worked a little too hard on those...))
"...You look quite ridiculous."
";Tis but comfort'ble clothing!"
"I don't see why comfort truncates obfuscation in your mind, we're supposed to blend in."
"If't be true the mish'n w're of utmost secrecy, thou would'st not haveth thy rifle."
"...So anyway, I'm going to check on Centauri's signal."
Antares attempts to trace Centauri's signal, to see if he is here in this town...
