"Yep! It fits you no matter what you look like. It won't change for anyone else, though." 

She bounces a bit on the balls of her feet, "Who's next?" She asks, looking between Tobir and Kenta. "Hmm... Your turn," she decides, pointing at the latter. She turns her hand to make a cup of her palm, and her aura flows down into it again. 

When it's safe to look once more, they find him holding a pocket watch.

"Woah. You guys are getting some interesting stuff!" He hands it to Kenta, "Try it, try it!" He says, bouncing with excitement. 

"Oooh, let me see." Kenta takes the pocket watch thing and pushes the most visible button.

The watch opens, revealing an exquisitely detailed face, all delicate golden filigree and glass showing off the movement of the tiny gears and some kind of golden dust (presumably magic) inside it. There are five hands, four of them moving at different speeds - based on the numbers around the face, one is tracking seconds, one tracking minutes, one tracking hours, and one tracking months - and the fifth is still, currently pointed at the twelve, and also at the number 4-18 which is written above it. There are five more numbers written on the same outermost ring, as well - 1-4, 2-8, 4-16, 20-80, and 40-160.

The Wanderer peers down at the face from over his shoulder, "That number'll go up as you get older," he tells Kenta, pointing at the 4-18. "Just move that hand and press the button again," he adds. 

Okay. He moves the hand to 2-8 and presses the button.

"What?" He looks up at them.

Really up, it turns out, because suddenly The Wanderer is the taller of the two. 

"Aw, you were a cute kid," he tells him, grinning. 

Tiny Kenta. Tobir makes a small eee-like noise in his throat, then coughs, flushing.

"...So... is he actually a kid right now, or is it just an illusion or something?"

"It's real," he assures Tobir, "It'll last an hour, or until he turns the hand to another setting and presses the button again."

Tiny Kenta pouts. Then he takes out the watch and turns 4-16 and continues pouting. "Why did I get that?"

"Well, your legal identity back in Amenta is just a kid. I guess it means we can all fit inside the cloak too? Assuming it works on more than one person."

"Huh... I am ageless. What happens if I use the highest setting?"

He shakes his head, "It wouldn't work," he tells Temple, "That one's tied to him," he explains. "The time it's counting isn't based on any world's clock," he adds to Kenta, "It's the time since you were born." 

"You know, if we were careful about it I could probably just walk... with you, while intangible," Tobir points out. "So it can still cover all three of us, at least."

"Sounds like a good emergence thing in a pinch."

Kenta pockets his watch. "At least I won't have to deal with whatever is that you two will have to deal with to get your identities back."

"Yeah..." Though without Roaja, they'll still have a problem. 

"Okay! Just you left. Here we go," he holds out his palm one last time, the aura gathering once more, rising to a crescendo of light and then dimming, leaving behind... a mask. A half-mask which leaves the bottom half of the face bare, coloured a smooth dark blue with gold detailing. The eye holes look like the ones on theater masks, one turned upwards cheerily, and one turned downward gloomily - and there's a third hole set into the middle of the forehead which looks like a crescent moon. 

"Well, maybe this will help with that," he says, handing it over to Tobir.

He takes it, examining it and then putting it on a little warily. Nothing happens for a long moment.

"...What does it do?" 

"Imagine a face it would be useful to be able to turn into," The Wanderer offers. "Pick carefully, though, you've only got three."

"Oh, wow, yeah-" 

"-that'll be really useful." He looks down at his body, and then reaches up to touch his face. The mask seems to have vanished, though he can still feel it there. He brushes his hands down his body, twisting this way and that. 

"Huh. I think this is still my body, though. Good thing we're close in height..." He clears his throat, "So! I guess that doesn't solve the problem entirely, but at least I should be able to talk to Remi's contacts now."

"And no Clean will ever touch you to find out."

"Could he get a face by accident?" Temple asks The Wanderer.

"It's pretty deliberate. He has to decide he wants to change to a new face while wearing the mask. I guess if he thought about a face and went 'wow, I wish I looked like that' but didn't mean to change to it, it might still happen? So... avoid that." 

Back to his usual face, Tobir knocks his knuckles gently against the mask and hmms, "Are these things breakable?"