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Fashion! Releasing Your Inner Superhero, etc. [Thursday, May 21, 1st period]

"Today we will begin the most important part of your costumes!" Edna announced as she wheeled in a hanging rack full of spandex body suits. Oh, you lucky people, you. (Don't ask how that last one snuck in there. It had been a Very Terrible Costume Concept.) "Measurements!"

She ignored any horrified looks or attempts to hide under tables. "Ms. Davis, my assistant," she nodded at Brooke, "and I will be measuring you so that the costumes you create for yourselves will fit! While you are waiting, come up with two preliminary concepts for your ensemble--include your logo from last week on one of them--and then ask a fellow student to critique!"

She made shooing motions. "Go! Scatter! Create!" She pointed at one student at random. "Except you. You get to wear Spandex first, darling."

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"We're just going to take a walk, I think," because she wasn't going to tell Dinah about their planned game of hide-and-seek. If it sounded a little more romantic than the actual plans, that was probably for the best; she trusted Dinah, but it wasn't her place to make that kind of decision for Griff.

"I'd love to meet your cat sometime. I've never actually seen one in person."

She decided to make the legs longer on her design so that she didn't look like an aerobic instructor.

Dinah looked up at that, distracted from any romance ideas by the incredulity there. "Are you serious? Not ever?" Maybe no one in her hometown that she'd known had had one, but... how did you get to fifteen without even seeing one? She peered at Fiona's picture, and said, "Maybe a utility belt? For your yo-yo?"

"Never. Pets weren't allowed in the apartment complex, and I was either there or at Ringos just about all of the time. I saw dogs if people were walking them while we went from one to the other, but no one ever brought their kitten out."

She looked down at her sketch.

"And the tessen," she added, "I wonder if I could work the fan and the strings into the design?"

She looked around for the teacher.

"Or maybe that would just look stupid."

"What was Ringo's?" Dinah asked, thinking that there was home-schooling, and then there was being a shut-in, and Fiona's mom was really too intense for comfort when looked at from that angle. "You could. Fan? Like a metal fan? One of the ninjas who just graduated used one of those." She shook her head. "I don't think it would look stupid. What's a tessen?"

"Ringos was the pizza place in our town," she explained.

"It's where people had parties or brought their kids; Eliot did the dishes and I bussed the tables."

"And the tessen is a fan. It's just made of metal. I use it for defense since I can't really block with the yo-yo unless, well, unless I feel like slicing someone's weapon" or limb "in half."

"Ohhh. Cool," Dinah said, in answer to the information about the tessen. "Gotcha. And yeah, that could create other problems." Like flying shrapnel, and two weapons where there'd been one. "So did you at least get free pizza there?"

She shook her head and winced.

"Not so much. Mike was kind of..."

She didn't know how to put it delicately, so she gave up trying.

"He was a jerk. And since I wasn't interested in 'personal training' with him, he didn't exactly make things easy for Eliot and I."

Dinah's expression went flat and angry. "Why didn't you quit? Or report him for sexual harassment?"

She shrugged.

"Because Grandmoth---Mother wouldn't have approved," she said with a shrug, "and everyone else let it slide. I just ignored him as best I could."

She looked away somewhat pointedly.

"I doubt he'll be working there once they rebuild it anyway."

Someone had gotten a vat of fryer oil to the arm. It had been an accident, but both Fiona and Eliot had a feeling that their anger at his most blatant attempt yet on their birthday had had something to do with his 'bad luck'.

"Your mom--" Dinah cut that off, knowing it probably wouldn't help to say, Your mom sucks! flat out, then said carefully, "How bad was the property damage?"

Cuts anything. Fiona could take care of herself. It was just too bad she'd been forced to do it already.

"...the entire building? Eliot, well, we had something of a situation and Eliot needed the bricks, I believe. That's how he put it to me."

She added boots to her design.

"They just said it was a gas main explosion. Most of the town was pretty broken up."

"I hope nobody got hurt," Dinah said, although it didn't sound like something you could get away with if people had been there. "What did he end up doing with the bricks?"

"Remember the necklace?"

She didn't want to get specific here in class, but she figured that might identify the target at least.

"Hit him with them. It almost sounds like he created a miniature black hole around him, but Eliot wasn't very specific."

But the one thing she wanted Dinah to know was "but no one was hurt. The town was already evacuated."

Right, the demon.

Dinah tried to picture that, then gave up. "Wow. So your brother can do some of the same things you do, even though he's mostly into music?" She smiled in relief at the news about the town. "Good to know."

You never knew who would end up talking about mercenary work or acceptable casualties easily, leaving you on the other side of a crevasse of understanding with no way to bridge it.

She shook her head.

"My brother... the way my uncle Aaron put it is that I'm the warrior, and he's the poet. He uses his violin to do things, amazing things. He can, well, he soothed a massive crocodile once. And he was able to open the way to the Valley of the New Year with just a song.

"Not to mention the mist at the army base."

And no, she wasn't explaining that, not that there was any particular emphasis on it. She just didn't like talking about it.

"Apparently, he takes after our father and I take after our mother."

Neither of them accepted casualties easily, though. No, Fiona still ached from killing Perry Millhouse. And she still couldn't think of what Eliot was going through over the deaths at the army base without wincing in guilt.

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"Wow." Dinah kind of wanted to meet Eliot just to see that now, and maybe what kind of music he'd make on the violin. "Okay, so your dad's a musician?" Interesting, and again, nothing she would've expected. The statement about Fiona's mother got her a small, curious look. "Would you ever be up for explaining more about her?"

"Apparently one of his names is the Pied Piper," she said with a shrug.

"We read the story in one of the books we found in the basement; it's the only reason Eliot tried his violin on the rats in the first place."

She breathed in and out.

"And I can explain about my mother. Just not here?"

It was just a little public.

"Not a problem," Dinah said instantly. "And... hunh. That would make a weird kind of sense." The devil offering a devil's bargain, and taking payment if it was withheld. "Whenever you like, though."

"Sure. Like I said, I'm meeting Griff, but... I'm free pretty much the rest of the day. And, um, we're still on for tomorrow, aren't we?"

The whole thing had bits of her former shyness coming out at the worst of times. She was going to tell an authority figure about her whole--

What if they kicked her out? What if--

No use worrying. If they do, they do. If they don't, they don't. You'll just have to see what happens.

"Definitely," Dinah said, smiling encouragingly. "Don't worry. I'll be right there." Not even thinking of her Fiona getting kicked out for being what and who she was; maybe trusting in the administration a little too much, but mostly just thinking that if demons attacked again, Fiona would need all the back-up she could get.

Fiona's smile returned.

"Okay."

That made her feel better than she thought it should.

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