Lauren's Challenge - Done'd.

YES.

I FINISHED.

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The four of us looked like idiots.

“So what am I again?” Analie asked, examining her silhouette. “ElastiAnalie?”

It was funny, seeing Analie in something different than jeans and a A&F shirt for once, and the fact that it was pink, invovled tights, and included a inconviently placed A on her chest didn’t help.

Jacobi snorted. “Yeah, I’m sorry, but the masks aren’t working for the whole identy-crisis thing. And honestly, Gasper looks like Buzz Lightyear on steroids.”’

“Oh, okay,” I said sarcastically. “Thanks for that little shred of confidence.”

It was true, though. I was garbed in purple and white spandex, enough said. Jacobi was in some kind of blue Robin-esce biker shorts and shirt, with a orange cape falling to the ground behind him, clashing against his bright red hair.

Danielle shrugged nonchalantly, looking in the full-length mirror and examining her reflection curiously. “I actually don’t mind my costume too much.”

“That’s because you’re eight-and-a-half.” Jacobi said dryly. “You’re supposed to like bright pink suits with a mini-skirt attached that look like some kind of twisted power ranger spawned you.”

“I, however, as an eighteen-and-a-half year old, do not.” Analie added.

Harper narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “Actually, I do believe you all have a valid point.”

“Thank God.”

“The costumes were based off of thoughts you all had from comic book characters; things that have never really been used, correct?”

“Right.”

“Yep.”

“Pository.”

“Of cour… Is pository even a word, Jacobi?”

Jacobi grinned.

Harper clapped, gathering our attention again. “So then it’s established that this ‘superhero’ costume is really just a costume, and won’t actually do anything to disguise or enhance your capabilities.”

Danielle frowned down at her glowing suit. “So we’re back to square one again?”

“Not exactly.” He said confidently. “As your personal advisor…”

“Or what you could call ‘friend-who-happened-to-be-eavesdropping’…” I threw in, shooting him a look.

“Yeah, yeah, Gasper, whatever. But you have to admit, I’ve actually helped you.”

A murmer of agreement sounded throughout the group.

Harper smiled serenely. “Anyway, I have the perfect plan. You all will be ninjas.”

Silence.

“…You did not just say ninjas.” I stated, disbelieving. “You want us to learn Tai-Ninja-Fu or whatever, just so you can have a cool costume idea?”

At that, Harper sat there and laughed.

Laughed.

Like I was the one being funny.

“Absolutely not!” he gasped out. “Nothing like that!”

“Then what?” Analie demanded, fed up. “You said ninjas!”

“I did not say that you were going to act like ninjas. I merely said that you will be.”

“Which means the same thing!”

He sighed. “Look, the idea I have is of you all in black. They’ll be everyday clothes, by the looks of it, that will be easy to change into and will be extremely versatile. I can design them to fit your abilities, and I can figure out something to do with your faces, but that’s not extremely important right now.”

We all kind of stood there, soaking it in.

“So the ninja analogy ended at the color of the clothes?” Jacobi asked, one eyebrow raised.

Harper gave him an irritated look. “Ninjas are able to do everything they have the ability to do in the clothes they wear daily. Same idea, different use.”

Jacobi snorted. “This is so what happens when you get a comic book geek to help design clothing.”

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Love,
Lauren.