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Trivial

A star-worshipping priest? Might this help you pass off as the Liquidity Mage Kurt is looking for?

Easy

The slick, soft black silk slips through your fingers.

Medium

This might actually work on you, especially with bespoke tailoring.

Medium

You can't picture yourself wearing this. You're not even sure an imaginary woman could pull this look off.

Medium

Only in the abstract sense.

Trivial

You could pass off as a Liquidity Mage yourself with this outfit to absolve Kurt of his debt.

Medium

That's not discipline...

Formidable

It does feel like something else is controlling your body.

Challenging

Massive? That's the second time you've heard about a majestic woman with a gigantic form. You must find out more.

Challenging

You feel the weight of your fancy toy sword, suddenly.

Challenging

None of his weight has been regained, but his movements are firm and his presence light.

Challenging

A spectre in loose fabric, feeling out the contours of his own body -- just in case.

Challenging

The slightest vibration, ordinary human unsteadiness.

Medium

His fingers twitch in jittery bursts. Postictal tremors -- the aftershock of a seizure.

Medium

The getup. The fashion. The aesthetics of Luzian mass culture unmistakable even when they're undercover.

Easy

The seizure you saw may have been self-induced, but others are not.

Medium

He's weaker than he looks. Even these little exertions leave him drained.

Medium

His body completes the sentence with another one of its periodic shivers.

Easy

Muscles clenched in futile effort.

Challenging

All vestiges of humanity abandoned. One leg bent wrong.

Medium

The command runs through paralysed limbs. The only response the body gives is nausea.

Easy

No no, look at the fangs, the poise, the quick eager paws. That's the build of a worker.

Easy

Your knees could go at any second, the elation's that strong.

Challenging

The index finger of your left hand twitches.

Challenging

Surprisingly fast.

Impossible

In the time that it would take for you to get the gate open, your tail will have caught up.

Easy

You still have them, in fact. On your feet. Right now.

Easy

You still have them, in fact.

Easy

Under your feet, the buoy and the boat jostling in the sea swell. You keep your balance, just barely.

Trivial

You cough, it burns.

Medium

Oh boy, you're finally going to get your steps in!

Medium

Spoken like an old coach haunting the edge of a pitch.

Medium

He's slightly baffled by your timing. That leaves him open for a follow-up.

Easy

His shirt is very ugly, it must be said.

Easy

Natural blink reflexes suppressed, the two children you spoke to earlier stare at the TV in the adjacent stall.

Easy

Natural blink reflexes suppressed, the two children stare at the TV in the adjacent stall.

Medium

He handles the disc reverently, as if it were a tiny plastic coffin.

Medium

And as the audio content was obliterated -- so was PSEUDOPOD.

Medium

A reverse pickpocket... devious, difficult. She can do it.

Challenging

You got a real nice spin on that thing. Smooth.

Legendary

Collect a sample.

Easy

If he did, he moved fast.

Easy

If he did, he moved fast.

Challenging

Gasping afterward like a drowning man emerging for air.

Formidable

Her jaw slackens, her face seems strange. All the little muscles that form her usual expression have been abandoned in fear.

Formidable

A pointless series of little gestures meant somehow to communicate death-readiness.

Challenging

The feeling of a rug being ripped from under your feet. Beneath there is no floor, only void.

Medium

It's only when he starts running that you realise how inebriated he truly is.

Medium

The mandibles on the stag beetle are fully the size of its body. Obvious physical superiority.

Easy

If he did, he moved fast.