To Build an Ark... [Open // Incomplete]

[nocapesdarling]

Who: The fabulous and indomitable Edna Mode along with whichever misguided souls stop by at her admittedly less than ideal place of residence.
What: A plethora of possibilities centered around Edna's setting up of shop, mostly involving destroying things, building other things, painting and hanging, the exchange of parts for services and potential

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[hellcommander]

Hiruma made sure that Sena was safe and secure in the apartment before he called a cab to go to Edna's.

Honestly, what better business was there to invest in? In a town of super heroes, a fashion designer who designed FOR super heroes? It was pretty sound logic, in his own mind.

For this adventure, he'd chosen a smart looking pinstripe suit with a red tie and patent leather boots. His ears had shiny black earrings and his usually crazy spiky hair was tamed a bit. One had to look fashionable when meeting with a fashion designer.

Hiruma stepped out of the car and approached the... well.. she was... very small.

"Kekeke. You must be Mode-san, right?" He put on his best face, smiling like a demon with his pointed teeth, "Not much to look at, but it can be fixed up, I should think."

[nocapesdarling]

Unperturbed, Edna had hardly taken notice of his approach. Almost insulting her casual acquaintance, the unspoken assumption that nothing dangerous could happen to her. Merely she tilted her head the other direction and pursed lips thoughtfully.

"The shoes are a bit much, dahling," she mused without looking at him, as if all along she'd been studying Hiruma rather than the unpleasing brick facade of her home, "Less shine, next time. Otherwise, quite fabulous."

A heavy sigh and she turned with a bouncing little jerk that bespoke heavy judgment billowing out of those lense-encased eyes. Edna stood very still for a moment, evaluating him as her hair flounced and settled, as glossy perfect as ever, "Stucco, do you think? Black accents for the windows. Clean, bold, a good backdrop for a nice little shop. Brick is such a miserable pattern, dahling."

[hellcommander]

Hiruma looked down at his shoes. Alright, maybe they were a bit too shiny. He shrugged, "Noted." He grinned brilliantly. Hiruma took pride in his dress, so to be complimented was always a pleasure for him.

"Oh definitely. This brick, it's not nearly modern enough," he approached the building and scraped the brick with a fingernail, "Jesus, it's even chipping. Just cause the building was built in the 70's doesn't mean it has to look at it. Crisp, clean, modern. That's what it needs, inside and out. Kekeke, I am sure I can get someone in here to make sure the building is up to code too. "

[nocapesdarling]

"You have connections, dahling. Or you pretend so well," Edna mused, to all appearances delighted by this turn of events, "I will require the entire building. Eventually, of course, I will be able to force this with ym own profits, but initially, dahling, I am afraid we must rely on...luck."

She spat the word out viciously, as if it had a bitter taste, "...Or force. Distasteful, really, dahling. Ah, well. Little to do but build and create."

[blk_arachnia]

Blackarachnia had to admit she knew nothing about human fashions. She'd simply fallen into wearing something that was both comfortable and looked acceptable to her. But right now she was in her work uniform, horribly uncomfortable khakis and a button up shirt. She had just gotten off work (somehow manages to avoid getting fired after nearly injuring several customers due to their own stupidity) and hadn't any intention on visiting Edna except the building she had claimed as her own happened to be on the way home.

It was more of an accident that she ran into Edna, such a short woman, easily missed. The Decepticon stopped short of nearly stepping on her while lost in thought. "Why are you st-...sorry." she spoke, stopping herself from going off on the woman. It was difficult to try and be a decent and polite human being.

[nocapesdarling]

Edna turned her head a half-cocked, diagonal movement that revealed only one eye, glaring balefully up at Blackarachnia's face with the judgment of heaven in it. For a long moment, she simply stood, poised, then half turned to give the woman an appraising once-over. Eye traveled along the lines of clothing and form, assessing, judging and in a moment she seemed to come to a deision, returning her imperious gaze to a more polite region.

"Dahling," she the voice, a softly threatening timber, as one might here from a queen issuing an edict of war, "What are you wearing?"

[blk_arachnia]

Blackarachnia was undisturbed by that glare, it was less menacing than any Megatron could throw a 'bot's way. Immediately one hip jutted to the side, hand on it, a glare of her own meeting Edna's. She started to open her mouth to insult the insolent bug of a human when it clicked in her processors who she was talking to. Insulting her would only ruin things.

Biting the inside of cheek as she took a calming breath she let herself relax. "My work uniform." she replied in the least spiteful tone she could manage. "Hideous, I know. And I know very little of human fashion." she admitted.

*just realized she misspelled "hear" as "here," and facepalms to death*

[nocapesdarling]

"Phe! Uniforms," Edna nodded, her expression motile in disdain, as if that one word described all the filth of the world, and everything that was wrong with it. For a moment she fell silent again, that one eyebrow cocked upwards at the Blackarachnia's expression, as sour as someone who's found what they thought was an orange is in reality a lemon.

"Come-come now, Dahling," she snapped, annoyed at the pace, "Do you know why you are here?"

[inverse_matrix]

Sho was poor as dirt.

He didn't do this hero stuff. He didn't care about this hero stuff. It wasn't like Reaper work, the thrill of chasing down Players - there was no chance to leave endless little clues around, to cackle as Noise tore the failures limb from limb. Hero work was, in short, boring.

Without the Game to occupy him, there were exactly two things Sho Minamimoto was concerned with: Mathematics, and art. To him, really, it was only one thing, one glorious, unified whole.

The rest of the world? Garbage. Meaningless shit, a pile of endless signs and signifiers with no solidity underneath them.

Unfortunately, art didn't pay the bills, and so Sho found himself walking everywhere. It didn't help that the public transit in this city was terrible - he'd heard stories about how much American transit sucked, but he'd never suspected it was this bad.

So it was that he had to walk to Edna's. Unlike Hiruma, he hadn't bothered to change his getup. He had a unique style - all his clothes were designed by CAT to his specifications

[nocapesdarling]

Presently, Edna sighed, running a hand along her brow over her prodigious frames, as if massaging away a persistent headache. For a moment the entirety of her expressive face crinkled in annoyance them smoothed to the sound of another sigh.

"Dahling, stop staring," she called back, annoyance grating clear in her voice, turning to look solemnly at him only after she'd spoken, "It doesn't suit you."

[inverse_matrix]

"Sorry," said Sho with a smile like a cat's. "You = that fashion designer, right?"

[nocapesdarling]

Edna looked to the sky for patience, cocking one hip and clearly expecting something more clever from Sho, "Clearly, dahling. Who else? The question remains, who are you."

[waywardwing]

Practicality had been the deciding factor. It would've been foolish to ignore the usefulness clothing specifically designed to handle powers offered.

He hadn't planned on meeting the mysterious designer any time soon. The apartment building she had appropriated just happened to be on his way home from work; it was as he was walking by that he noticed a small woman standing outside on the sidewalk, regarding the building. He slowed his pace, absently placing his hands into his sweatshirt pockets.

"Are you looking for something?" He asked.

[nocapesdarling]

"Not as such, dahling, no," Edna replied, half-turning to glance at Heero, then double-taking with interest, "Although, I do seem to have found something...Hello, Dahling."

[waywardwing]

Heero regarded the woman with slight confusion, not sure what to make of the sudden interest. It only took him a moment to recognize the speech pattern, and then Edna herself; she had made the post on the comm about the clothes.

"Edna Mode. We've spoken before."

[nocapesdarling]

"Oh? Oh, yes, dahling, of course!" she grinned brightly, "And what brings you to my door?"