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The armor that Percival wears has taken on the life of his building legend, gaining the same imbuement his sword bears. The mail flows over his form naturally, seeming to be tailored specifically for his form.

The guitar itself seems normal but streaks of lightning can be seen emanating off of it when played. The lightning is harmless and has different colors based on what music is being played on it, such as green for more soothing music. Though, more often than not, red is the most prominent color as electric guitars, such as this, are used for aggressive music like rock. Should it ever be lost for a long enough period of time without entering new possesion, it will turn into lightning and streak into the sky, landing back into Lance's possesion.

Joshua understands the importance of a good maintenance routine. From oiling the calf skins of his drums to sewing tears in his coat to keeping his trusty caplock pistols clean, each of the items that the soldier carries is part of an intricate web of consistent upkeep. Like trusted friends, he knows that as long as he treats his equipment well, they'll never fail him in his moment of need.

He's more than willing to teach others his best practices. Amazing what can be done with a needle and thread, a rag, and a simple toolkit. Little bit of oil here, a shine there, he lays out the proper routine in plain English. As long as anyone follows his advice, their equipment can be as trusty as Joshua's.

What Joshua doesn't realize is the energies of the shattered Netherworld Portal has empowered this routine with his own latent resistance to entropy. Though he remains rigorous in his procedures (and insists others to do the same), the equipment that he's given close attention keeps itself in its best condition without any deliberate care.

As tales of Joshua's heroic exploits and good deeds continue to spread through the Netherworld and beyond, there are always people willing to lend him a hand. Even if lost, equipment maintained by Joshua will inevitably be picked up and brought back to him by a good samaritan, who will never request more than a song or two as repayment.

Liam's dependence on Alcohol has reached a critical level. He knows when anyone else drinks from his flask, & will typically find it if it's lost - not soon enough, though - each day without it is torture, as tremors, sweats, & hallucinations wrack him while he is denied his best coping mechanism.

The inside of the glove hides a more alien visual, tendrils wrap around the hand as it's inserted and hold it in place.
The glove uses the user as the user uses the glove in a relationship of perfect symbiosis.
When returning to the creator, it sprouts leg like tendrils and crawls, shimmies, and leaps it's way back to Valentine.

The survivalist has depended on the Bug-out Bag for so long, they've formed a powerful bond with the pack. This bond renders the pack unbreakable, and grants the survivalist an understanding of what direction it's in at all times.