Moody Garments are zesty garments released during June 2022 Rumor Woods and sold at Tempered Threads. These garments have a set of verbs that vary based on the garment's current "mood." The mood can be changed by inserting one of several possible runes into the garment, allowing for a variety of verb sets.
Moodstones, sold in the same shop, provide access to unique moods.
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This pewter grey vest is a Moody Garment! When eligible rune items (most non-blank runestones with the "runestone" noun, bloodrunes, and moodstones) are inserted, it has the ability to confer messaging outputs from the player and garment that reflect the rune item's associated mood/flavor. PUSH (with rune item in the oppposite hand) to insert, PULL to remove, and LOOK ON to see the type of inserted rune item.
This vest is currently Tier 2 (of 2). It traps for: TILT, EXPRESS, POSE, RAISE, PUSH, PULL, WEAR, REMOVE, and ATTEND. TILT, EXPRESS, and RAISE include player target options via "at/with".
Aesthetic alterations are allowed. The noun must remain a synonym of bodice or vest-like nouns that wrap around the front and back (e.g. no aprons). No nouns or alterations that contradict the presence of a neckline and a lower hem that reaches down at least as far as the waist. No nouns or alterations that contradict the waistband as sitting at the waist.
Messaging that relies on an item being visible will not display if it is tucked out of sight.
Available Moods
Rune Type
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Mood
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None
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Moodless
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Amber moodstone
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Polite civility
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Cloudy white moodstone
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Angry
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Non-blank runestone with the "runestone" noun
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Studious, with a scholarly lean
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Bloodrune
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Bloodlust
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Tier 1Usage
Verb
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Mood
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First
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Third
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PUSH
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Moodless
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Pushing your hands up into the air, you stretch and twirl while admiring the fit of your pewter grey vest.
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Pushing her hands up into the air, XXX stretches and twirls while admiring the fit of her pale grey bliaut.
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Polite
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Leaning into the mood of your garment, you outwardly emote its -- and by extension your -- polite civility by way of a courteous, tempered expression.
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XXX fairly emanates polite civility by way of her courteous, tempered expression.
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Angry
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Leaning into the mood of your garment, you outwardly emote its -- and by extension your -- anger by way of tensing up and glaring ill-temperedly.
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Studious
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Leaning into the mood of your garment, you outwardly emote its -- and by extension your -- scholarly bent by way of a knowing facial expression punctuated by an inquisitive quirk of your brow.
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XXX fairly emanates a scholarly air by way of her knowing facial expression, which is punctuated by an inquisitive quirk of her brow.
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Bloodlust
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Leaning into the mood of your garment, you outwardly emote its -- and by extension your -- bloodlust by way of licking and smacking your lips in a hungry fashion.
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XXX fairly emanates bloodlust by way of his licking and smacking his lips in a hungry fashion.
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PULL
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Moodless
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First primping your short, chestnut hair, you then tug at your pewter grey vest's neckline while making small, quick adjustments to it.
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First primping her raggedly cut, blue-black hair, XXX then tugs at her pale grey bliaut's neckline and makes small, quick adjustments to it.
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Diplomatic
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Drawing in a conservative breath, you ever so slightly tug at your pewter grey vest's neckline while gathering your thoughts, then release it in a long, slow exhale.
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Drawing in a conservative breath, XXX ever so slightly tugs at her pale grey bliaut's neckline, then releases the air in a long, slow exhale.
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Angry
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Drawing in a single, hissing breath, you crossly tug at your pewter grey vest's neckline while louring with fierce displeasure.
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Studious
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Drawing in a deep, focused breath, you pensively tug at your pale grey bliaut's neckline while attempting to identify the composition, and any distinguishing aspects of, the air's makeup, quality, and contributing scents.
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Drawing in a deep breath, XXX pensively tugs at her pale grey bliaut's neckline while otherwise appearing incredibly focused, as if ascertaining the properties of the air she has just inhaled.
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Bloodlust
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Breathing shallowly, you unceremoniously tug at your long-sleeved shirt's neckline while your vision blurs, and you allow the feelings of bloodlust blanketing you to momentarily overwhelm you.
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Breathing shallowly, XXX unceremoniously tugs at his long-sleeved shirt's neckline and, as his eyes unfocus, he appears savagely unhinged for a moment.
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WEAR
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Moodless
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You easily slide into your pewter grey vest and set its fit on your form to rights.
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XXX easily slides into her pale grey bliaut and sets its fit on her form and fall of fabric to rights.
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Diplomatic
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As you slide your pewter grey vest on, an unnaturally strong urge to act politely washes over you, and you find yourself tempering your expression into one of exquisite civility.
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As XXX slides his pewter grey vest on, he tempers his expression into one of exquisite civility.
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Angry
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As you slide your pewter grey vest on, an unnaturally strong anger washes over you, and you find yourself unable to hide your sudden pique.
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As XXX slides his pewter grey vest on, he exudes anger via his visible pique.
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Studious
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As you slide your pale grey bliaut on, an unnaturally strong interest in scholarly pursuits washes over you, and you find yourself carefully studying your surroundings for any useful nuggets of information.
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As XXX slides her pale grey bliaut on, she examines the surroundings with a studious expression.
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Bloodlust
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As you slide your long-sleeved shirt on, an unnaturally strong bloodlust washes over you, and you find yourself looking around for someone or something to stab.
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As XXX slides his long-sleeved shirt on, he looks around with an unnervingly bloodthirsty expression.
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REMOVE
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Moodless
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In a brief flurry of organza and limbs, you peel off your pale grey bliaut.
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In a brief flurry of organza and limbs, XXX peels off her pale grey bliaut.
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Diplomatic
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As you peel off your pale grey bliaut in a brief flurry of organza and limbs, the unnaturally strong urge to act politely that came with it fades, leaving you feeling more... yourself.
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As XXX peels off her pale grey bliaut in a brief flurry of organza and limbs, she inexplicably seems a touch less polite in mood.
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Angry
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Studious
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As you peel off your pale grey bliaut in a brief flurry of organza and limbs, the unnaturally strong interest in scholarly pursuits that came with it fades, leaving you feeling more... yourself.
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As XXX peels off her pale grey bliaut in a brief flurry of organza and limbs, she inexplicably seems a touch less scholarly in her airs.
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Bloodlust
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As you peel off your long-sleeved shirt in a brief flurry of silk satin and limbs, the unnaturally strong bloodlust that came with it fades, leaving you feeling more... yourself.
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As XXX peels off his long-sleeved shirt in a brief flurry of silk satin and limbs, he inexplicably seems a touch less bloodthirsty.
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ATTEND
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Moodless
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With one effortless swipe of your hand, you straighten the baize fabric of your trousers.
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With one effortless swipe of her hand, she straightens the organza fabric of her bliaut.
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Diplomatic
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You reticently smooth and straighten out the baize fabric of your vest.
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XXX reticently smooths and straightens out the organza fabric of her bliaut.
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Angry
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You angrily jerk your hands down and seethe while smoothing out the baize fabric of your vest.
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Studious
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You ponder various angles of issues besetting your profession, your hands distractedly smoothing out the organza fabric of your bliaut.
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XXX falls into a pedantic trance, her hands distractedly smoothing out the organza fabric of her bliaut.
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Bloodlust
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You menacingly rake your nails along the silk satin fabric of your shirt, hardly doing it any favors.
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XXX menacingly rakes his nails along the silk satin fabric of his shirt, hardly doing it any favors.
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Tier 2Usage
Verb
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Mood
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First
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Second
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Third
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TILT
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Moodless
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You make your way around the area, showing your pewter grey vest off with flutters of your hand and simple twists to-and-fro.
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Polite
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your vest's fit, you employ an array of diplomatic mannerisms as you measuredly move around the area.
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Angry
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your vest's fit, you simmer with rage as you sweep around the area.
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Studious
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Bloodlust
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TILT (at)
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Moodless
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Polite
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Fully feeling the moody weight of your vest's fit, you employ an array of diplomatic mannerisms as you approach YYY.
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XXX employs an array of diplomatic mannerisms as he approaches you.
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Angry
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Studious
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Bloodlust
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EXPRESS
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Moodless
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Without saying a word, you make a display of expressing your opinion by dramatically flicking a hand against your pewter grey vest and flinging it up into the air. Except that unless there are mind-readers present, it's a toss-up as to whether your theatrics were understood.
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Polite
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Drawing upon your pewter grey vest's mood, you radiate a measuredly cordial demeanor.
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Angry
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Drawing upon your pewter grey vest's mood, you feel your jaw tighten and your muscles tense, and several veins in your forehead practically pulse with the pressure as you quietly brood.
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Studious
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Bloodlust
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EXPRESS (at)
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Moodless
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Polite
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Drawing upon your pewter grey vest's mood, you focus your attention on YYY and radiate a measuredly cordial demeanor.
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XXX focuses his attention on you and radiates a measuredly cordial demeanor.
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Angry
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Drawing upon your pewter grey vest's mood, you focus your attention on YYY and feel your jaw tighten and your muscles tense, and several veins in your forehead practically pulse with the pressure as you quietly brood.
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XXX focuses his attention on you and visibly tenses, his jaw tightening and his muscles contracting, as he quietly broods.
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Studious
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Bloodlust
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POSE
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Moodless
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Idly picking at the baize of your pewter grey vest, you fluidly shift from one attitude to another.
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Polite
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Carefully folding your hands and resting them against the front of your pewter grey vest, you settle into a politely refined pose.
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Angry
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You dig your nails into the side of your pewter grey vest, grit your teeth, and glower.
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Studious
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Bloodlust
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RAISE
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Moodless
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You raise a hand to your waist and set it against your pewter grey vest, tilting that arm out akimbo while gazing around.
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Polite
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Smiling discerningly, you fold your hands against the front of your pewter grey vest, lift your shoulders in an almost indiscernible shrug, and refrain from commentary.
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Angry
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Casting an enraged glance about that seems to land nowhere in particular, you lift one hand from the side of your pewter grey vest to your mouth and, balling it into a fist, scream into it.
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Studious
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Bloodlust
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RAISE (at)
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Moodless
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Polite
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Smiling discerningly at YYY, you fold your hands against the front of your pewter grey vest, lift your shoulders in an almost indiscernible shrug, and refrain from commentary.
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Smiling discerningly at you, XXX folds his hands against the front of his pewter grey vest, lifts his shoulders in an almost indiscernible shrug, and refrains from commenting.
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Angry
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Casting an enraged glance at YYY, you lift one hand from the side of your pewter grey vest to your mouth and, balling it into a fist, scream into it.
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Studious
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Bloodlust
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Moody Garment Information
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Type
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Fluff
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Item Classification
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Clothing
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Item(s) Applied to
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Chest-worn Leg-worn
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Alterable
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Yes
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Light/Deep
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Yes
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Original Release Venue
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Rumor Woods
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Tiered
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Yes
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Number of Tiers
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2
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How to Unlock
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Certificate
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