daybreakacademy | Put them together and what have you got (Open)

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Put them together and what have you got (Open)

Who: Mal, Open
What: Random Prompts for February
Where: Various places
Warnings: None

Art Classroom

Mal didn't spend all her time causing chaos and crime. Sometimes she just wanted to practice. Something nice. It was times like this you could forget she was a half-fae daughter of a monster.

Mal had a canvas out and she was painting, with a brush.

...A dark ominous scary castle on a cliff over a jagged set of rocks. Aww, that's so cute, she's painting home.

Outside the Quad

The snow had melted away in a perfect circle around Mal. Just the snow, the grass under was untouched.

...mostly.

What do you want, she's practicing really hard at not setting everything on fire!

All Around Campus/Mal's Room (Lumiere Dorm)

All over Campus there are signs, she also posted it on the network.

Need a Fairy Godmother for the Ball?
Low Prices for the best looks?
Bring a picture of what you want, and any old ratty thing, to Mal.
Lumiere Dorm - 404
Mal's room doesn't have a second resident at the moment, so it makes sense that the entire room is... wrong. Anyone can sense magic can sense that she's coated the entire room in transformation spells, to twist the bed up into something gothic and dark. Change the drapes, the bedding. Stretch the dresser, blacken the walls.

Yeah, nobody would look for a fairy godmother in here. Whoever has come in, because the door was open, "Got a picture of what you want me to make?"

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"Question. Can you magically reinforce clothes to make them flame resistant?"

No friendly hello, or a wave. Nope. Not from Tatsumaki. She's the sort who gets right to the point most of the time. She does like Mal, though, so the fact that she's even visiting counts for something. It's an oddly specific question, though.

"I thought it was a possibility considering."

Mal did play with fire, both literally and figuratively on a regular basis, after all.

"Temporarily, yeah. Permanent... I can look into it. I just solve that the old fashion way," Mal holds up an arm from her sketchbook, leather up to her elbow.

Mal turned around tossing her sketchbook to her bed. "Any reason you wanna make things less flammable? For me to do that I'd probably need to make a potion and soak the clothes in it for something a little less... disastrous."

"I had a vision of the ball being attacked by daemons with fire breath and weapons. I bought a nice dress, so I'd like it to not get wrecked while fighting them."

While it was true that she could surround herself with telekinetic energy for added defense, she actually rather liked the dress she'd picked out. It was classy. The sort of thing she could wear to events that her foster parents dragged her along to when they wanted to rub elbows with prestigious families within supernatural circles. It was classy, comfortable, and it had pockets. If some daemon ruined it with fire breath, she was liable to stab it through the skull with a spoon.

"Going to the ball, or going to the fight?"

Mal was doing neither, but that never stopped her from being curious. She wandered over to a ramshackle bookcase and started leafing through one of the older tomes of her's. "If this is a 'just for the night' thing, bring the dress over earlier in the day and I'll work some fairy godmother thing up for it. Should last till noon, and probably won't turn the dress green or anything."

Mal will try extra hard to not change the outfit's color but she's not making promises she can't keep. She's a fae, they have issues with that.

"I'm showing up to the fight early."

It was her roundabout way of saying that she actually was attending the ball, albeit for the purposes of combat.

"I'm going to bring in some of those large jugs for water coolers."

With her telekinesis combined with her battle partner/date's ice magic, they could make sure the daemons' fire was well contained.

"Just for the night should be fine."

"Did- are you going with someone?" There's a smirk in the question. Mal was never invited to parties, so she made a point of never going to them. Didn't mean she wasn't curious about it.

Mal thumbs through the book, "I can do that. Anything else you would want? Do your hair?"

"I told Shouto Todoroki he should go with me because he can fight and he's not annoying. He said okay."

Tatsumaki Dubois, clearly the pinaccle of charm. But there was something to be said about being direct. For a psychic, she certainly didn't bother with mind games. She got right to the point, and she didn't lie about her intentions.

"I'm not doing anything special with my hair. Just the dress is fine. How much will it cost?"

Mal snorts at 'he's not annoying,' and this is the sort of reasoning they get along.

"Thirteen Euros," it was work, yes. But she didn't need materials just the right spell for the job. So it was just her time being put to work. Naturally if she had to steal materials she'd charge more. "Bring the dress around anytime on the day of the dance, but I can't work my magic until after noon."

Orihime was excited to meet Mal in person, especially after they talked about sewing, fashion, and magic dresses. When the signs started to appear, she figured that was the best time to bring over her design. There were still several days to go until the big day, but if the dress could be made ahead of time, then she'd be able to practice fighting in it and unholstering her weapon more quickly.

She knocked on the door, and when it opened, Orihime had her dress picture held up in front of her smiling face.

...............No.

"Ah ha ha, just kidding! That's for later." She shuffled the picture behind a different one of a fairly simple blue dress with a long skirt that she thought would be perfect for her intended purposes. "Just something simple like this would suit me better. Is that okay?"

Mal took a few moments to finish up with what she was working on, she was a very... distinctive looking girl. Very purple. And definitely the only inhabitant of the room if the decor was anything to go by.

When she did look at the two dresses, "There's no way I can hide that you've got a baseball bat under that. You sure?" Mal starts rifling through her papers to where she wrote down Orihime's measurements. Which helped making it clear she had the right person. Quickly sketching out the dress.

"I'll drop by around three or so, then."

Plenty of time to go before the dance, in any case. Tatsumaki wouldn't be spending hours on her makeup and hair. She'd put a little more effort in than she did on a daily basis, but she didn't care that much if her looks impressed anyone. The only reason she even cared about appearance at all for the dance was because she was planned to take a couple of pictures. One or two with her date, perhaps another couple with Orihime and other people she got along with.

She'd tell herself it was entirely to keep up the appearance of normalcy. While it was the main reason, there was a small part of her that just wanted a few mementos of the event.

"I'm a little surprised you don't want to show up and see when all the chaos breaks loose."

"Don't worry about that part. I made a harness that I can hook to the netting underneath, and the bat will hang from that on one side, with the crowbar on the other." She placed the picture down and moved to the side, watching the sketch with interest. "That's why there's a part in the front of the skirt, so when the daemons show up, I'll throw it back, like 'fwaaaahhhh!'"

She unslung the backpack from her shoulders and removed an ugly pop floral dress in olive green, mustard, and rust that she picked up from the thrift store dumpster. Even they didn't want it, and now it would become a magical fairy dress. Needless to say, Orihime was pumped.

"Did you get many customers yet? Am I the first?"

"Whatever, yours is probably the easiest thing to do," Making a dress out of magic is a lot more spellcrafting than 'this thing better not catch fire.' She's not going to keep notes of who is scheduled for when because that's like order and organization and she loves her chaos.

Mal's fairly sure Tatsumaki isn't being fully honest, but honest people rub her the wrong way so that's fine, "Every goodie goodie and staff member that wants to stop bad things will be at a party I don't wanna be at? Leaving so much of the world open for me to play. Why would I go?"

Also Mal never goes to school dances. She never goes to dances. She definitely doesn't go to anything called a 'ball.' She's fine playing fairy godmother and making some money.

"I just mean it'll look like you have three legs, that's all." But if Orihime didn't mind that, well- okay then. Mal was getting the feeling Orihime was so far from normal some part of the girl was perpetually trapped in the Outlands. "Also super bold to just flash whatever you've got on underneath to the whole school. I approve."

Mal doesn't know what one wears under a dress like this. Because Mal's never worn anything like this. Only made them for others. Also the face Mal made at the dress Orihime pulled out is impressed. She's made sweat suits, track suits, disco suits, surgical gowns, and a shower curtain into clothes before. This has got to be way uglier than all those combined. Mal grabs a coathanger off her desk, "You contacted me first, but you're not the first to show up. Put the dress on this hanger and hang it from the curtain rod over the window."

Mal normally wouldn't show off, but Orihime seemed really interested. And Mal likes attention.

[Weird shit happens all the time at this school and sometimes when it's fucking cold out you need to take matters into your own hands to stop shivering.

Kohaku kind of casually stood next to Mal and held her hands out to warm them like she was a space heater.]

Don't mind me.

Why not just go inside if you're cold?

*Evil faeries don't like being used as personal heaters. She might also be juggling fireballs and looking dangerously close to dropping an orb of green fire near this person, whoever they are.*

Catching a bus.

[Taking half a step back before she drops one.]

Orihime complied, happy to help. "Not to worry. The secret holster will allow fashion and functionality to co-exist!" But she hadn't really considered the whole 'flashing' thing. Should she not? She did want to be bold...

Ah, well, she doubted anybody would notice, and it wasn't any different than wearing a swimming suit in the end.

She stood on her toes and hooked the hanger onto the curtain rod, then stepped back.

"So what are you going to wear?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the dress since she didn't want to miss a split second of the magic.

"Hey how'd you do that?" Jinx asked from her spot high up in the air. She less bothered by the cold and more curious over this.

"Are you like, a really hot or something?"

Jinx, please think before you say things.

Any things.

And you can't just, wear warmer clothes?

Or make your own fire.

*Mal 'accidentally' drops a fireball and it- vanishes, shortly before it'll set anything on fire.*

[She kind of shuffled her foot to the side before the fireball lands on it. Or would have landed on it.]

Not in the next four minutes. Come on have a heart, I'm dying here.

Edited 2019-02-08 07:32 (UTC)

"Magic." Well, you ask a stupid question, you get a stupid answer.

"I dunno, do you think I'm really hot?" Mal couldn't ignore that low hanging fruit either.

Mal moved on to stretching before she did anymore practice with her fire. "Is the view better from up there or something?"

"Whatever," Mal's never had to worry about it, her weapons are her claws. And her magic, and cursing things to put people to sleep. The point is a holster is generally meant for a long needle not for a baseball bat. Mal closed her eyes and started to craft the dress's design in her mind. Keeping the sizing and shape of Orihime's figure in mind as sickly green smoke spiraled around the dress. Replacing the ugly thing with something in the style Orihime wanted.

In her size.

... only it was purple and black and it had leather plated sections along the waist. Good for an hourglass figure. In no way a part of the design Orihime had shown her. Along with four completely useless zippers. "Well... that happened."

As to Orihime's question, "Oh, um, not going. I don't go to dances."

Minako has heard of Mal and her wizardly ways with fabric. So when she sees the posters up around campus, she rushes to retrieve her newly acquired dress and a pair of sneakers before making her way over.

That 'any old ratty thing' in her arms? It's not the worst thing in the world, but it's far from dance-worthy.

She just assumes that the other girl has done some remodeling, and while she takes a second to look over Mal's handiwork, Minako offers the outfit in her arms to Mal.

"Got somewhere to set this? The picture's on my phone."

*Oh did she miss yelling at people and threatening to curse them on days like today. Drama queen sigh.*

...Fine, but don't make a habit out of this.

*She'll hold her hand out and a basketball sized fire forms there, for anyone to keep warm near.*

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cinderella time!

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