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[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: Edna's workshop.
WHEN: After Edna's post asking for 'testing material'
WARNINGS: None forseen
SUMMARY: Edna has a place to work, and started getting suits done. Now she wants visitors!
FORMAT: Whichever darling.



Edna had been a busy fashion designer in the past month. She had plenty of new clients but didn't have the type of establishment she was used to in order to get the orders filled. She couldn't leave those poor supers without their super suits though, so she had made the best of it. She had quickly found a location with a large enough upstairs to do some normal sewing and basement she could put locks and security on to keep the more fun projects.

There were sewing machines, dress forms and cutting tables in every area of the room upstairs, except for the middle which Edna had set up like a small living room. Edna was currently sitting in one of the couches sipping a cup of tea. She couldn't do anymore work on the super suits until she had some weapons to test them against. Plus the sounds the alarms system would make if one of them tried to go downstairs to find her wouldn't be worth it.

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KUPO.

[mistermoogle.livejournal.com]

It wasn't as though he had anything else to do except...well, explore a bit, and this counted as exploring, right? Plus, the last time he'd tried to watch the humans dancing between some of the buildings, he'd almost gotten caught! And after a few others had started making fun of his wings and pom...

...well, Mog wasn't the sort to just take that, or run away from it. But he was a Moogle that understood the better part of valor, and how it wasn't being a coward. There was nothing wrong with staying out of trouble!

But this - this sounded kind of interesting, with these 'dummies' that weren't dummies or monsters or he wasn't really sure what they were but he intended to find out, kupo! Which was why he was currently peering at the comm and then up at the building. Down. Up. Down. Up.

"Well, I guess this is the place," he thought aloud, wings flexing a bit through the holes in his shirt - the same one he'd come in on, though he'd finally figured out how to get it clean! Once he got over the strangeness of the sink, that was - as he trotted up to enter.

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

As soon as the moogle stepped onto the front mat in front of the door a little light turned on above a video screen. The screen clearly showed the front step out to the street. Edna saw the strange man standing on her door step, and tilted her head at the sight of the wings. Still, it was definitely the one she had been speaking to on the comm. Oh well, it wasn't the first Super she had met with an odd physical appearance.

"Come in dahling, come in," she said into a microphone on the side table next to her so he could hear her outside.

[mistermoogle.livejournal.com]

"-kupo?"

He started a bit at the strange voice coming from nowhere, looking around in surprise as he tried to place it...then, as he had done with many other such starts since coming in to the city? Wrote it off as a human thing. He'd probably never understand them all.

Still - Mog was quick to step inside once invited, resting a hand on the door as he stepped inside. "Ah, hello!"

((OOC: I should probably make a writeup of physical description somewhere, but basically he looks like the image I have in his profile (http://mistermoogle.livejournal.com/profile). Red nose is not side effect of drinking.))

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

"Hello dahling," Edna said getting off the couch and skittering over towards him. With how short she was, she had to look up at him to look him in the eye. "hmm..." she said starting to walk around him in a circle.

After she had observed everything about him, she stopped in front and extended her hand. "Edna Mode, call me E."

[mistermoogle.livejournal.com]

Mog blinked a little - this was one of the shortest humans he'd seen, and he was normally-well, close to her size! He'd gained a foot or two along with the new body, but, well-

He half-turned to follow her, blinking again at her examination. It didn't seem rude, it was just- well, a little strange! Kind of like some of the less mean monsters trying to sniff you to decide whether or not you were worth trying to attack. (Most had learned that Moogles were more than met their eye.)

"E, kupo?" he repeated, looking down at her hand, down at her, and back at the hand before remembering the human gesture - and offering his own. "Well, okay!"

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

"Kupo?" Edna repeated tilting her head as they shook hands. It was a new word, but for now she decided to let it go.

"So, you wanted to see what a dummy is right?" she started back towards the couch in the middle of all of her supplies.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma was well aware of Edna's paranoia and rampant use of alarms. He decided that knocking on the door, loudly, and waiting to be let in, was a better option than his usual. Which was, of course, kicking down the door and going in wherever he wanted.

So he knocked.

And waited.

Surprisingly, he didn't have a single weapon on him, save for a samurai sword on his back. Where were those guns he'd promised?

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

Edna watched him walk up as soon as she was alerted to his presence. He did look a threatening one. But if she was a threat he wouldn't have been helping to bankroll her initial start up.

"Come in, dahling," she said through the microphone as the door unlocked for him. She noticed that he didn't seem to have any of the weapons he promised. His loss, he wasn't getting his suit until it had been properly tested.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma stepped in, grinning and showing his teeth, "Hello, Mz Edna." He did look threatening.

The blond looked around and placed his sword on a table. "So, what do you need? Kekeke, I got the goods you want." Hiruma reached behind him to where the sword had been and pulled out a large, intimidating machine gun as if from no where.

And it was from no where.

He placed it on the table and grinned.

"More where that came from. Now let's see what you got."

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

Edna took a startled step back when the machine gun appeared out of nowhere. That was certainly an interesting trick. The expression changed into a knowing smile when she remembered he had explained both of his powers at their first meeting.

"Nice trick," Edna said chuckling to herself as she went over to examine the gun. She picked it up off the table, getting a feel for it to see if it would be adequate. The gun was about as big as she was so she stumbled back and forth under the weight, before regaining her balance. "How many more do you have in your little dimension?"

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma grinned and just started pulling them out. Guns of all makes and models, followed by a pair of flamethrowers, a rocket launcher, and about 10 grenades, 4 of which were incendiary.

He let the pile of metal and explosives on the table do the talking for him. He simply grinned and folded his arms.

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

Edna watched the pile grow approvingly. This would work well to test at least Hiruma's suit.

"Wonderful dahling!" Edna exclaimed happily. "Pack them all back up and I'll take you downstairs so we can start testing." She put down the gun she had been playing with and headed over to a door in the back. She started unlocking the simple locks, and punched in the code to get through the first layer of protection on the door.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Lyra was, honestly, rather excited to see her team's new uniforms. And to get those shoes for Toph so the two of them could go patrolling together again.

So she rapped on the door and rang the doorbell, Pantalaimon waiting eagerly by her side.

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

Edna's security saw she had a visitor before Lyra had a chance to knock. While most she would just open the door and let them open it themselves, she took a special interest in supers under a certain age. She walked quickly over to the door and flung it open for Lyra.

"Dahling!"

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

"Mrs. E!" Lyra responded happily, curtsying in a rare display of manners while Pantalaimon bowed his head to the ground before the two of them walked in.

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

"Just 'E' dahling, just 'E'," Edna chided lightly, stepping out of the way for her. While she liked respect, she didn't like the moniker. Plus she wasn't a 'Mrs.' anyway.

"Well come on it dahling, make yourself at home," She gestured toward the couches.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Lyra settled down on one of the couches, Pantalaimon leaping into her lap. The two of them leaned forward, watching E attentively.

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

Edna followed behind her, and jumped up in her seat. She was excited to show off her creations, but she always loved to socialize. "So dahling, how are you?" she asked picking up her tea cup again.

There was a tea set on the table complete with several cups and saucers. There was also a small plate of cookies if either of Edna's guests wanted any.

[sable-cloak.livejournal.com]

Lamont Cranston walked up to the door, not really certain what had possessed him to allow this woman a license with his image, but figuring at the worst, he might be able to make a connection which could help get some new clothes.

Over his arm was a cloak that had kept him comfortably warm on the way there, and he was in his standard, high-end, dark colored suit. He never went anywhere in the city unarmed, either.

He looked every part the tall, expensively dressed, man-about-town of the 30s as he knocked on the door politely.

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

Edna looked at the security monitor at the new man. 'Hmm,' she thought to herself. She hadn't seen him while they had communicated over the comm, so she couldn't place who he might be yet.

She took the microphone off the table and brought it with her to the door. "Who is it, what do you want?"

[sable-cloak.livejournal.com]

"My apologies, I'm Lamont Cranston. We discussed a possible arrangement for a suit earlier, and I seem to have failed to leave my name." He hopes his voice is recognized.

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

Edna had a good memory for meeting people, even if it had only been over the phone, and recognized his voice.

"Ah, come in, come in," Edna said, opening the door for him. She looked up when the door was open to take in his appearance already deciding what type of suit would look best.

[sable-cloak.livejournal.com]

Cranston is a man of taste, for his time, and is wearing a London-made suit. It's likely to have fetched a rather high price in its day.

"Thank you." He offers a polite nod to the woman before him, stepping inside. He glances around the room he's entered, sharp eyes taking in every detail before they dart back to the woman again. "I admit, I'm rather intrigued at the idea of a suit from a time outside my own."

[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

Brenda pushed the little buzzer bell on the front door, hoping she had the right place. She was geared up for a patrol - her bare knuckled gloves on and paired with black t-shirt and her most beat up jeans and shoes. She even had a little black domino mask now, though that was pushed up into her hair for the moment.

"Ms. Mode?" she said when the door-comm clicked on, "Hi, I'm Brenda, I'm the one with the punching power?"

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

Edna had been watching the new comer curiously until she introduced herself. "Oh, come in, dahling," Edna said releasing the locks on the door from her spot on the couch.

She was slightly wary of the Brenda's power, her genius was staying in her head thank you very much, but couldn't resist the draw of making a suit repellent to it. The girl had seemed nice enough on the comm, and Edna was well protected in her workshop, so Edna decided there would be no problem with getting to know her. Edna did enjoy meeting new supers.