"Come now, you troglodyte! Fifty more rounds before dusk! We’re burning precious solar energy here!"

Special circumstances call for very special attire – and prolonged physical altercations call for something a bit ostentatious. Ladies and gentlemen who read descriptions (and I promise, one of these days I’ll stop signifying about that), I present to you for your viewing pleasure: The Null Apparatus – or just N/A – if you’re prefer to abbreviate it. It yields no bonuses to any particular abilities nor does it bolster any attributes directly, but it does have a mass aggregate function that permits weighted training on the fly. Like anything in my wardrobe, these clothes are but extrusions of my own ‘essence’ – the catch-all term for my always-in-flux chemical composition. It can be taken off and discarded like any other article of clothing, but more permanent storage involved liquefying the outfit and absorbing it, hence why I never want for a closet!

As stated, these clothes are a PART of me. As such, those swallowtailed flaps you see around the jacket and the array of belts are just as prehensile and elastic and strong as anything else in my employ. Ever been hit upside the head with the flap on a jacket? How about we spar sometime, then? I can show ya what it feels like to be hit with a tail at terminal velocity, too!

[For those long time followers – you’ll notice many of my items have a distinct ‘nothingness’ motif. Null, Void, N/A, Zero, Nihil… It’s not meant to have a deeper meaning – I just have a fascination with the concept of…nothing! I must have a little Indian blood in me. ]

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