Under an oddly warm winter afternoon, on a lone corner of the great Baska Rock stood a warrior clad in pure white, gripping a sword of pure, black. News traveled fast in Fiore, and those of an impending attack on the capital even more so. Some of her colleagues had no doubt already made haste, but Alisa remained in Baska a bit longer, preparing herself for the war to come. Though she indeed felt much stronger now, she knew she'd need far more than this to endure an attack on this scale, undoubtedly bigger than the one in Hargeon. She'd need the ultimate defense to come out of this in one piece, but that not only meant a spell, but the most valuable armor all her jewels could buy.
This armor was supposedly magical, and according to the salesman supposed to harden her skin while she used it. Maybe that's true, maybe it isn't... She wouldn't know which until she tried it. The fabric was indeed gorgeous, as was the shimmering black katana that came with it: The former felt like a piece of heaven against her smooth, well tended skin, while the latter - strapped to her waist - look sharp enough to bissect whatever had the misfortune of standing in its path. The salesman only sold them as part of a set, which in turn obliterated any semblance of finances Alisa might have had. She still wasn't exactly poor, but definitely wasn't a millionaire anymore, at least when it came to liquid assets. It if this supposed armor performed as advertised, she'd have gotten her money's worth many times over:
"Lets give this a try...", Alisa thought out loud, thinking back to the chant the salesman taught her; her left hand reaching for her right bicep, where a set of three blue clasps stood well within reach. She knew what prying them open would do... And even then she still cringed at the thought, and winced when one by one three needles pierced into her skin, gritting her teeth slightly. An outfit made from living fibers, a creature as sentient as herself or her partner, Lumen... She found it hard to believe initially, but the moment it tasted her blood, she knew. Instantly, the fabric felt hotter, like it would burn her up. Immediately Alisa clenched her fist and lowered her stance, like she was drowning an endless sea of pain and blood lust, "Hnnnngh, Hah...!"
She felt something there... Something else... So much power... She couldn't believe somebody actually had an item like this stashed away in a shop. Alisa fully understood a weaker person had no chance of resisting this endless blood lust, and instantly succumb to the fabric's will.
"More blood...!! Feed me more!!!"
These commands echoed in her mind ad infinitum until her head hurt, yet Alisa didn't succumb. Not only did she resist the garment's ravenous will, but also any reasonable idea of taking it off... Assuming even could with how tightly it clung to her. No, she sensed its power the moment she fed it blood, nay, the moment she laid eyes on it
"Don't.... get carried away...! HAAAAAAAA!!!", steadying her stance, Alisa unleashed a bellowing Kiai, stretching her arms down to the side, releasing all that broiling pent up energy with an intense, thermobaric blast. As the dust clear, the sculptress merely panted, sweat dripping down her face and into the pure white fabric around her neck. A puff of steam formed over her mouth with every billowing exhale, the woman's cheeks yet flushed as they would after strenuous exercise. The fabric's voice had died down somewhat, leaving the sculptress in peace, but somewhat dazed from the experience. She looked at her arm, opening and clenching her fist experimentally... She felt, different, lighter... Better. Had she managed to harness the garment's power? As she wondered what had happened, a cool breeze against the her midriff caught her attention, drawing her head down, "Oho... And I'm supposed to wear this in combat? How perverted... This looks like something Asmodeus would come up with..."
Training Vajrasara (700/3200)