User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Living Armour SteveDuck

Asking if my old companions can see the women inside the armour, two nod, while the third, who never dumped his armour, gives us strange looks.

"Well, this is new, never seen a mamono go for multiple husbands before." He says with a slight smile.

"I don't think this is just one." One of the others states, and I nod. I ask why they're all trapped in the one armour.

"We were three, but parts were broken, there were only enough parts for one form." We now understand what's happened to the poor girls, and start discussing what we should do.

"Can you separate?" One of the others ask. She looks at us then tries to remove herself from the armour. It falls to the ground with a clatter and she steps out. My initial thoughts were right, there are three women inside, but they don't seem to be able to fully separate. The three standing in front of us are bound together by the shoulder.

"Think we could get some new pieces made for them?" I nod, looking back to the bound women. We organise to have the needed replacement parts made by a local smith and leatherworker, and tell the girls to stay out of town until we get them.

Three weeks later and we all gather again in a cave outside town, the parts we need in a cart. The girls are waiting for us, the various parts of the armours separating.

"We can assemble ourselves." The three begin to draw the various parts into their armour, and as they restore themselves, two of them slowly fade away, until we're looking at two empty suits of armour, and one with a girl standing in it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">They each step forward and embrace us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Thank you." My girl whispers into my ear, the other two voices gone from my hearing. I look at my friends with a smile on our faces. We go our separate ways once more, still retired, but now with a partner to spend that retirement with.