[B]Gratia Mindaro - Armoury[/B]

From an aesthetic standpoint, the Frankensteinesque contraption she had sketched out was an utter failure. It was an ugly mass of polymers, metals and threads, a mishmash of several different devices into a single helmet that would, if Gratia's plans bore fruition (and they would, because she refused to do any worse), significantly reduce the burden placed upon a sniper, as what would have originally been several distinct and separate devices would have been combined into one. Originally brainstormed to consist of a laser rangefinder, binoculars, LED torches, she had, during her planning, also thrown in the possibility of thermal imaging and night vision as well if the right materials could be found. It was a chaotic mess of a device, but if she was successful ...

[i]No, she would definitely be successful.[/i]

[i][color=66cd00]Fiordilatte owes me fucking big-time for this shit.[/color][/i]

And so, the Mistralese huntress found herself standing in the middle of the scraproom, impassively surveying the shelves for anything that looked like it would be of use for her future horror of a creation. An old helmet, bearing similarities to those utilised by Vale's conscript armies, was hanging loosely from her hand, clearly soon to be used as the main structure of what she was making for her bastard cheese-eating team member. Everything else, however, was proving somewhat difficult to find.

She crossed her arms.

This would take some work.