Faetalis would take the covering offered, and suddenly grow a second pair of arms and two pairs of legs, as her lower half burst open at seamed into a mess of simple, copper wires and panels of the vaunted Carbon Steel; reconfiguring herself, Faetalis would rise above them all, and flexed the form of the Lv75 Raid Boss [Horrorqueen Drider, Alpharancne] - however her body seemed incomplete, as the blanketing cloth seemed to glue to her skin and veil her eyes, as her upper body took on a phantasmal, decaying state and look, as she took on the body of the Lv70 Raid Boss [Poltergeist Dragon, Gravewurm] and her upper body took on scales and needle-sharp claws to gouge and sever flesh from behind the pale.

Before any member of her Raid Council could register the fact they were in the presence of two fused Raid Bosses, they would feel something punch into them like a breeze.

Before anyone could raise their guard, before their instinct could even process the idea of it, they would feel the breeze rummaging through them.

Before anyone could even question, "Why," the breeze would be gone...

Faetalis withdrew a string of silk from their bodies, and a strange phantom was attached to the thread by the base of its spine. Roaring, Faetalis would put her quartet of dragon arms and spider spinnerets to work, as she powered through every phantom until it was packed into a jacket like the one she'd donned.

Once again, Faetalis had set her Raid Council to a semi-rigged test. Again, the point wasn't to pass or fail, but to put their all into the task set before then. Even if they had picked an existing skinsuit, she would have tailored it to fit them, and suit them. In the case of Tungsten and Cormac, the "old men" of the group, she expected them to choose off the rack, after introspection. Equally, she'd expected the pushback from Levia, in concerns to her form and her pride in what her Creator had given her; in the same vein, she expected the same of Gammatron, as her parasitic nature didn't have a lingering permanent form, as she changed with her host, so having a permanent body would be off-putting.

And, Mae had lived up to that expectation, perhaps, the most thoughtfully of all. Such was the nature of her Head Chef; to inquire and ponder; to question and experiment; to put her pride on the chopping block and slice, dice, and mince it into whatever "dish" was on her mind, until it "tasted" perfect.

And, to these ends, Faetalis would tailor their own, unique features in.

For Mae, the [Home Sweet Home] Passive, which gave Mae the warmth of a rolling kitchen, and the embrace of a new home; the unbridled kindness that children would flock to, and the unblemished potential that adults would revere. In conversation, she  could draw no ire and soothe flames of anger with a few words.

For Levia, the [Wildwoods Dracoling Hatchling] Active, allowing her to embrace the form of one born a [Wildwoods Dracoling] and coat her arms and legs in gleaming, verdant scales; tip her fingers and toes in sharp, digging claws; and, edged her teeth in sharp fangs, while gifting her a short, but powerful tail to sound the darkness of her tunnels.

For Gammatron, the [Swarming Queen] Active, allowing her the power to draw vermin to her aid; creatures of simple minds and simple natures, and gift them the intelligence of her Ants, and the power to set them in a direction aligned with her own Hive. From ants to rats to wasps to butterflies, the vermin far and wide will follow her Will beset upon them, as if she were their Goddess.

For Tungsten, the [Industrious King] Passive, which gave him a supernatural sway and charm in the matters of business and industry; a man of the markets, and a scion of sales, his opinion is well respected and sought after, once given and proven. As it is well-known, he that controls the banks, controls the markets, and he that controls the markets, controls what sells and what doesn't.

For Cormac, the [Soulflame Forge] Active, allowing him to smelt metal as if it were the next stage of metalworks and quality, by investing the fire of his very soul into the hammer, anvil, and forge when he works. Each hammer strike, a part of himself is ground into the metal; every fold, a spiritual success to the next last one. The Will of the Fomorian imparted upon every creation.

After uncounted minutes of marveling at her craft, Faetalis's Dollhouse would fall silent of snips and snaps, and she would hold the jackets in her many arms, as she spider-walked to her Raid Council in turn, as she presented their jackets.

“[color=add8e6]My Raid Council, you've reached the last hurdle and surmounted it,[/color]” Faetalis says, before presenting Mae her jacket, “[color=add8e6]Mae, hold on firmly to your warmth of hearth and home,[/color]” she walked to Levia,“[color=add8e6]Levia, never surrender your wildness, but learn to embrace your civility, as well,[/color]” she presented her jacket, and continued, “[color=add8e6]Gammatron, start small, do not fear failure, so you may ascend naturally,[/color]” she presented her jacket, then moved on, “[color=add8e6]Tungsten, turn that industrious mind towards the future, and help shape this world,[/color]” she presented his jacket, and stood, finally, before Cormac, and presented his jacket, “[color=add8e6]and, Cormac, forge that iron will of yours to steel, and ready your hammer for the coming demand.[/color]”

“[color=add8e6]Take the rest of the day, and savoir your new position. Get yourselves used to your new skin, and the power that they bare,[/color]” Faetalis says, dispelling her transformation, and standing skyclad before them once more,“[color=add8e6]and visit your new Factories. Power them up, and explore your new domains. Then, prepare yourself - in a week, we will move upon Anzelgrad.[/color]”

“[color=add8e6]Raid Council! Dismissed![/color]”