"Okay, I choose sword." Alice says, then immediately after, flecks of digital data spark up around her feet, rising. As the flecks pass, armor and fabric form around her, making up her leggings, chest piece, gauntlets and cloak. Big Wild Armor with the Dead Zone Revelution Cloak. Her helmet is off, as an unspoken agreement to the Titan. Then her weapons. Three sword sheaths. All on her back. One on her back, hardened leather, wide and thin. Barely any oxygen can get through. One, black outside wool, but white Hadium wool inside, faint pulsations of void flutter off. One, a plain leather sheath with rubber lining the inside. A crackle echoes through the air. Alice gives a big smile, the hood hiding her head. "So..." She begins. "Wanna get star-"