Somewhere, in the Ko-Rudo Mountains... [i]A lonesome woman had begun to wait. The five foot, eleven inch tall female sat between two ancient walls of stone and ice, formulating a thick crevice between the mountainous region, allowing some amount of heat to exist between its jagged crack. She laid next to a rugged boulder, smooth yet cracked in design, as water from melting ice trickled off and merely began the process of freezing once again. The woman sighed deeply, her breath exiting her recently upgraded helm. The headwear that she bore was caged in design, concealing her face, although the outline of a young woman's facial structure could be seen. The metal of choice was an alloy between lightweight magnesium and carbon, while underneath the caged exterior was a thin purple visor. Her armor, although ancient and even familiar to some of the Dojo members in design, was something that a royal knight of older times would have worn into battle, except upgraded with necessities - the steel plate had been replaced with lightweight ceramic, carbon lining and fabric being introduced to be an upgrade to the previous black leather. A heating system was being generated throughout the suit, ensuring that she would not freeze to death in such terrible weather. At her belt were two separate curved swords, the Damascus steel blades intended for slashing and passing through the skin and bone of their foes with incredible ease. The handles of the dual weapons were upgraded with steel garbs, allowing one to parry and deflect attacks to their hands. Their pommels were sphere-like, the ends being spiked with coils, as if both for stabbing and bashing purposes. Upon her back was a semi-automatic P390 pistol, the choice sidearm for some militaristic forces, a magazine already loaded into the weapon. And strapped around her body was a full-fledge sniper rifle - the weapon was outfitted with a suppressed barrel for stealthier assassinations, the large sights perfected and pinpointed as they were concealed by a carbon black cap. A magazine holding only a few .308 rounds was already clipped into the firearm, a fact that she had ensured before she had come here. She was here to see an old friend, to...say the very least.[/i] ((Open, although particularly for JT. Welcome back, mango.))