[A young guy in his twenties with a splattering of piercings all over his face and hair sculpted into unnatural formations that branch out from his head in a few directions moves towards the red door, a few down from them. He starts slapping the pockets of his coat as if to locate something and seems to be coming up empty. Frustrated, he reaches into the inside pocket of his coat.
His long, leather, black coat that looks about 30 years old or so. And more badass than any other article of clothing.
Unfortunately, he looks ... less than badass himself, which seems like a waste of a really good coat. How unfortunate.
Now would be a good time for a Wisdom check for pangs of familiarity, perhaps...]
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His long, leather, black coat that looks about 30 years old or so. And more badass than any other article of clothing.
Unfortunately, he looks ... less than badass himself, which seems like a waste of a really good coat. How unfortunate.
Now would be a good time for a Wisdom check for pangs of familiarity, perhaps...]