Complete // Semi-Closed

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Characters: Rachel, Edna Mode, people in BPH that might wander by, I guess?
Content: Rachel needs some new clothes.
Location: Bryant Park Hotel
Time: sometime around noon?
Warnings: Er... there may be an angry grizzly at some point?

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[nocapesdahling]

Edna turned the corner tersely, all business in her pleated-satin overcoat, and tiny tapping shoes. More than short, she was tiny but walked with an imperious confidence that overwhelmed the very air in her path.

"Dahling, there you are!" she crooned too-familiar, approaching Rachel at a pace that was at once too-quick, fast for the length of her legs in a way that made the woman seem to glide along rather than step, but not faster than an ordinary walk for a taller person. Edna stopped, far enough away that she was able to give Rachel an assessing once-over, hard judgement clear in her eyes.

"You are 'Rachel,' are you not?"

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She looked down at the tiny woman, her surprise evident. "...You're Edna Mode?" she asked bluntly, maybe a bit rudely. Well, she certainly wasn't expecting someone like... this.

[nocapesdahling]

"Ah, so, you are just as rude as you seem." She deadpanned, unimpressed, but continued in a brighter vein almost immediately, transitioning without delay, "But no matter, dahling, no matter, I have dealt with far worse, come-come, turn around. I must look at you."

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She raised an eyebrow questioningly. Was this woman for real? Well, whatever, she supposed she should just play along. Restraining herself from rolling her eyes, Rachel tossed her jacket onto a nearby chair and turned around.

[nocapesdahling]

Enda lowered her glasses thoughtfully, pacing carefully around Rachel as she came to a stop, studying.

"A little more weight than we're used to," she crooned to herself, clearly audible as she noted down the charactaristics, "Fair color...pinkish fair, very pretty, blond, of course, very classic...though too young, really, I'll have to use the awkward hems...going to be very tall, at least there's no use for heels. Dahling," she raised her voice having finally come full circle to face her subject.

"Tell me, just what is your power...or are we still playing that game?"

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Rachel sighed in frustration, suppressing her comments on Edna's muttering. "That's a secret, okay? I can't tell anyone."

[nocapesdahling]

"Ah, so you're making me guess, dahling how...novel." She sighed, sarcastically, turning away in disgust, straightening an invisible crease at the wrist of one sleeve, "Would you change your mind if we were not in the lobby? You could whisper it in my ear..."

She looked back over her shoulder at the girl, disdain as clear as if she'd been talking to an errant five year old rather than a teenager.

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She scowled. "I can't tell you," she said through gritted teeth. She watched Edna for a moment, considering it. The subways hadn't seemed to lead to anything like a Yeerk pool, so unless it was in, say, Central Park...

"...Maybe," she said quietly, reluctantly, "maybe I can show you. But there can't be any cameras, or anyone else, or any big windows."

[nocapesdahling]

"Then parhaps my suite would be in order, dahling," Edna smiled grimly, "I have made very sure that there are no...prying eyes."

Not bothering to speak further, she simply walked away, expecting Rachel to follow without being told, "I cannot speak for the Fenton boy," she called over her shoulder, "ghost powers, HA! Dahling, it is simply atrocious. Still, he is well behaved and seems to know his limits."

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She grabbed her coat and followed, slowing hesitantly when she mentioned "the Fenton boy." Ghost powers? How was that even possible?

But who was she to ask what was possible or not? Especially when her... when the guy she liked was trapped in the body of a red-tailed hawk and she could change into a grizzly bear. Yeah, she had every right to question that.

He'd better, she thought.

[nocapesdahling]

Edna's suite was lush with luxury, modern in every way, and had once been the cutting edge of modern design. Chrome fixtures, plush white and stark black, deep maroon. Enda's pace let her glide of the carpet to an elegant little table, set before a wide set of windows, a once-glorious view of a ragged, war-torn city. There was a wine-stain on the carpet there, and a tiny, chic table.

"Now, dahling," she smiled, conversationally, as she snapped the draped shut and tied them deftly. In the gloom, tiny lights came alive, little red and green glowing eyes, the LED indicators of gadgets and computers that were not as noticable in the bright daylight. The indoor lights were themselves comfortably dim, lending an intimate - or spooky - glow to the room.

"You mentioned that it would be easier to show me," Edna crooned, settling on the tiny chic chair to match the delicate aluminum table, "I am waiting."

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Rachel looked around, unsettled, as all the lights came to life. This looked... almost futuristic, with all the computers and things Edna had around here.

Those red lights in particular bothered her. She hadn't really seen a red like that since the last time the Controllers had fought back with Dracon beams.

Shrugging it off, Rachel stripped down to her leotard and immediately called on the grizzly DNA inside her. The change started off slow, the nails on her fingers and toes turning into claws, her teeth becoming sharper, ready to bite and tear into whatever she needed to. Her hair got shorter and darkened so it was brown, all while it began to sprout all over her body. Her ears shifted to the top of her head; her face grew out into the bear's snout. She felt her bones grind - but not painfully - as she grew taller and fell onto all fours. Finally, the bear's mind awoke within hers; it was sleepy enough that she immediately seized control of it.

Morph finished, she looked at Edna.

[nocapesdahling]

"Hmmm," Edna mused, standing as casually as if Rachel were several hundred pounds thinner and an order of magnitude less ursine. Bold as brass, she walked around the bear, poking experimentally at the round curve of her haunch. The spandex leotard was not simply grown-through with the fur, but instead it has disappeared entirely.

"Most curious, dahling...What are your...limitations, hmm?"

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She let out a low growl. That wasn't something she liked to talk about.

she grumbled.

[nocapesdahling]

"Morphs, you say...so you could become...what. Larger? Other creatures?" She mused aloud, "One might assume that size constraints would be zhe usual problem..."

Pursing her lips, Edna finally came around to the front end of the bear again, looking up with an expression of intense scrutiny. After a moment, she made an unimpressed little scoff, and padded off to the tiny chic table again.

"The illusion is quite perfect dahling, you must have worked very hard to perfect it, most impressive. However, your..." She hesitated, curling a lip at sharing a the idea of Rachel's leotard sharing a word with her own creations, "...suit is shabby and, ugh, neon lycra. Unacceptable, truly atrocious, you simply can't be seen in it! And no mask?"

A long suffering sigh, and she steepled her fingers on the table, ponderously, "Amaturish, at best, dahling. No matter. Tell me, what process is it that lets you hide the clothing?"

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Rachel said.

What process? That was... a good question, actually. <...I'm not sure,> she admitted.