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Seeing as how no one else was saying anything, you decided to glance at the suit designs that Lorina pitched to them.
<span class="mu-r">“Who plays the bride?”</span> you asked, sneaking a peek at Cat’s design.
All things considered, it wasn’t bad at all. Instead of her usual black catsuit, the primary color was a dark blue, with white leather covering her arms and the parts of her chest that weren’t exposed. Her boots were a tanned, brown color, with various straps and buckles running down their length. The most notable change, however, was how her goggles now seemed to have green lenses with an angry, black slit down the middle in place of a pupil. Like that of a cat’s.
It wasn’t lost on you how both women more or less shared a color scheme. According to the notes scribbled on the page, it seemed to be a wicked fusion between American McGee’s Alice and the Cheshire Cat from that somewhat recent Tim Burton movie. The writer didn’t seem terribly happy about deviating from the original, but she acknowledged that compromises had to be made.
Interestingly, you noticed that there were some alternative color schemes that White Rabbit gave her to choose from. One had gray leather instead of white, and another had blue stripes running down her arms and legs.
<span class="mu-r">“What? Bride? Nobody?”</span> Lorina said, whirling around to face you, the tassels of her waistcoat flapping in the breeze. <span class="mu-r">“Why? Do you think there should be?”</span> she asked, looking a bit concerned.
<span class="mu-r">“It’s stylish, I’ll give you that.”</span> you admitted. She seemed to brighten at that.
<span class="mu-r">“Not sure if it’s appropriate for a high stakes bank robbery, though.”</span> you added.
White Rabbit scoffed and placed her hands on her face, an amused, but incredulous look on her face. <span class="mu-r">“There is no ‘dress code’ for a bank robbery!”</span> she exclaimed.
<span class="mu-b">“She’s got a point there.”</span> Cat said. <span class="mu-b">“Lorina, sweetie. Can you explain how this part’s supposed to work?”</span> she asked, pointing at something on her sheet.
While she was fretting over the notes she wrote on Cat’s new design, you leaned over to glance at Flint’s. And you nearly lost your shit when you saw the absurdly high, red pants, big blue bow tie and red beanie. Apparently, he was supposed to resemble Tweedle-dee and Tweedledum.
The only thing that was stopping him from voicing his displeasure was the alternative costume that was offered to him. It was far more reasonable, being surprisingly similar to his current getup. Instead of green stripes, the tight shirt would be black white, with a pair of suspenders slung over his shoulders.
The big guy frowned and raised a hand to confess that, due to his condition, he was incapable of shifting into a form that portrayed him with different clothes. White Rabbit seemed disappointed, but the two of them began discussing alternatives that might meet her standards.
While that was going on, you crept closer to peek at Prowler’s design.
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