Chapter 78: Fashion Disaster
As it turned out, an entire floor of Miriore's tower was filled with wardrobes.
Ryan and Panda wait in the elevator, which slowly climbs towards their destination. The two watch through the glass window as the sunlight illuminates New Rome, Ryan glances at Rust Town, and his buddy sings a cartoon tune to Spider-Man.
It was May 10th, and Psyshock was about to attack the orphanage.
Ryan's phone rang with the music of "I've got you, baby," pulling him out of his fantasy. "Express delivery, huh?" He said as he answered a call from a stranger. "We'll deliver your mail, no matter how many corpses are needed!"
"There is logic in this world." Fortuna's angry voice came from the other end of the line. "In this world, everything is going well for me. You have violated the laws of nature!"
"Wait, how do you know this number?" Ryan asked, curious but not surprised.
"I'll just hit it." Damn, her abilities are suppressed. It's entirely possible that she'd stumbled upon Dy if she wanted to
AMIS conspiracy. "No one talks to me like that, help!" There are people who fall at my feet, there are millionaires, there are celebritiesβ"
Ryan hung up her phone. "Who is it, master?" His panda disciple asked him.
"A crazy fan," the courier replied contemptuously, even though "Lucky Girl" kept trying to call him.
"Oh, I've had one too!" She tries to kidnap the panda because she likes its smooth fur. Panda...... The panda had to run away. β
"You can't... You know ......" Ryan looked him in the eye. "Eat her?"
"I can only eat bamboo in the form of a panda, master!" The meat makes me want to vomit!"
The Danish warlord Nihogg drank a dose of green elixir and turned into a kilometer-long, almost invulnerable snake. And Timmy drank the same potion, but it turned into ......
There is no fairness in this world.
"Master, why are you looking at me like that?" Panda asked a little anxiously.
Ryan sighed and put his hand on the poor animal's shoulder. "I will always support you, young disciple. Anyway. β
"I'm ......," Ryan thought the panda might be crying. Thank You, Master. β
The elevator finally reached the floor where the closet was located, and the two walked in.
After the climb, Ryan was expecting something extravagant, but nothing like that. The carpet in the welcome hall may have cost a fortune, all the chairs are made of fine leather, and the walls are covered with art designs, like an art gallery. Fashion magazines and women's magazines are piled on a beautiful wooden table.
"Come in!" The wardrobe calls them from another room. The new team of heroes followed her voice and passed in front of the shooting studio with darkrooms, props, and various photographic equipment.
Eventually, they came to a hall where the walls were covered with thousands of pictures of models and patterns of fabric. The "wardrobe" surrounds the table and faces a tough customer with a piece of paper and a pencil in his hand.
"No!" Felix the atomic cat said that he slumped in a chair in front of the hero fashion designer. "I'm not wearing a cat latex suit!"
"Felix, don't be childish," Wardrobe protested, "it will fit well, and it won't restrict your movement in the event of a fight." β
The young hero crossed his arms and pouted. "My clothes are good enough."
"What? How can you say such stupid things! You take that back sentence!"
"Personally, I recommend wearing Vale
ti
o) with a cat-themed tie, but I think the outfit is already being worn," Ryan pondered aloud, waving to the heroes. "Hey, I'm Kuaisu, this is my trusted panda companion."
"Oh, there, I'm Atom Cat." Felix replied, in a rougher tone than usual. Ryan misses him a lot.
"Hey, I'm the wardrobe!" But you can call me Yuki, or simply Yuki!" She's Japanese, right? Ryan speaks Korean. She smiled brightly at the two of them, making her unbearably cute. "Nice to meet you!" You may be seated!"
"She's so cute......" Panda muttered under his breath, then trying to sound more dignified. Pandas say hello to you, too!"
"You're new here, aren't you?" Felix asked, and they joined the fashion debate. "Aren't you supposed to go to a beginner's workshop or something?"
"Shouldn't you, kitten?" Ryan asked rhetorically.
"Don't tell me," he sighed. "I should be wasting my time watching company videos instead of doing real hero work."
"We're doing the hero's work right now," DeVoort said, looking at the Augusti's rebel's white gymnastics suit. "It's a crime against humanity to wear this, Felix. Follow the example of Quicksave! Look at this perfect color and this gorgeous black trench coat. His outfit represents something greater than him!"
"Thank you," Ryan said. "I'm glad I've finally met civilized people in this wild land."
However, Atom Cat is not convinced. "In any case, I'm more focused on reality than fantasy."
"That's what she said." Ryan replied, closet giggles, and Atom rolls his eyes. "Anyway, I heard you're going to be my fashion goddess, but I'm not ready to believe you."
"Don't worry, Quicksave, I've got you covered." She said as she drew with a pencil on a blank piece of paper. "I thought about making a Vale set out of man-made fibers
ti
o) style suit, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I should use better materials. One that suits you. β
"Women?" Ryan asked hopefully.
"Cashmere, that's exactly what I thought," Dvot nodded in, and in this crazy world, she's an island of sanity. Deep purple with a beautiful black turtleneck underneath. There is also a bowler hat. β
"Oh no," the courier slammed on the brakes, not waiting for her to drive too far. "It's too extreme, it's too violent."
"I thought so too, but I found a solution."
She holds up the sheets in front of a crowd of people, Ryan, pandas, and even the atomic cat who observes her sketches. "We're going to add a woollen scarf, not a tie," the wardrobe pointed with a pencil to his neck. "Lilac, almost pink, with little clock symbols everywhere."
That outfit, it's amazing. The perfect combination of modern chic and Victorian style.
A bright pink scarf instead of a tie? That's a stroke of genius! Why didn't Ryan think of this!
"Fantastic," the courier whispered, as if confronted with a divine revelation.
"I know! The scarf will dampen the energy of the bowler hat and symbolize the conflict between your violent spirit and the rules of society! Will you really be able to fulfill your responsibilities to the law, or will you continue your insane, single-minded pursuit of justice? That's the message you're trying to convey. This is your conflict. The wardrobe pointed to the painting. That's your outfit. β
"What about my bipolar disorder?" Ryan asked, now feeling a little dizzy. "What about my bipolar disorder?"
"We paint your metal mask silver and black, light and darkness coexist, never mixing!"
"I've been converted!" Your faith is true faith!"
"Oh my gosh, there are two now." Felix complained. "We are doomed."
"What about me?" Panda asked hopefully. "Can you make a costume worthy of the Panda's Invincible?"
"Yes, I can!" Wardrobe replied enthusiastically. "I thought about making you shirtless with two bullet belts on your chest."
"Are the bullets real?" Timmy's face froze. "But I can't shoot!"
"It's not a question of whether you can use it or not," Ryan inspired him. "It's to look cool!"
"Exactly!" The wardrobe agreed with a new sketch written. "So I said, two straps on your chest, a green beret, black shorts, to adapt to your changes, maybe another pair of sunglasses. You're not just a panda anymore. You are Rambo Panda, the last of your kind, fighting an eternal war for the future!"
She showed them a sketch, and even Ryan had to admit that it looked like a majestic Chinese bear. The Messenger could not help but grieve as he glanced at the closet and remembered how Mortimer had dared to kill this gift from heaven to mankind.
"You are a national treasure and must be protected," Ryan told the wardrobe. "You will!" I swear you will!"
"Oh, thank you! She said with a big smile. "It's okay, that's what I've always thought!"
"I ...... I'm going to impress the girls in the end. "The panda looked at the costume and was completely mesmerized." What about the car?" Can we get a panda car?"
"The Children's Marketing Department is already working on this case," DeVott assured, grinning at the two of them. "So, don't you mind the costumes?" Of course you are. Once you've validated them, I'll be able to bring the design to life in under an hour. β
"Yes, yes, yes!" Ryan said enthusiastically. "Then we'll go on patrol in Rusty Town!"
"Patrol?" Panda and Atom asked immediately.
"Well, yes, we had to test these costumes in the field," Ryan argued. "It's like baptizing a ship, except that you're using enemy blood instead of alcohol."
"What the hell do you want to do?" Atomic Cat asked a little skeptically. "Going to Rust Town and fighting the Superpowers?"
"Oh, really?"
"But master, what about the seminar?" Panda asked worriedly. He must have thought that not participating would jeopardize his chances of becoming a millionaire member. "We're not done training yet!"
"You can't see the truth clearly, arrogant little apprentice!" Ryan told his partner. "One must face evil and not wait for it to come to you!" Independent thinking is the real training!"
"Yes, master! I see, master!" The panda puts his hand on his chest. "The panda will support you as much as you support him!"
"That's the spirit," Ryan patted Green Genome on the back, then glanced at a confused Felix. "Do you want to go too?" I don't have cat litter in my car though. β
"Me?" Felix the cat asked, a little uncertain.
"You, Atom Cat, for your own good," Ryan pleaded, rising from his chair and placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. "There is a moment in a person's life when he must take control of his future!" There, he must break the chain of corporate hierarchies and stand up for justice!"
"Can you stop intruding on my personal space, please?" Felix asked, leaning back in his chair.
"They'll milk you, Felix!" Ryan continued, completely ignoring the hero's resistance. "They'll milk you like a cow!" They will reap your joy and turn it into cash until you represent only one brand! They'll ruin you with an hour and a half of company video, make you addicted to coffee and catering, brainwash you in accounting jargonβ"
"You lied to me in the video part," Felix interrupted Ryan and pushed him back. "You know what, even if you're obviously not taking your medication, you have a point. It's time for someone to face the city's psychotic cancer. What does it mean to be right? You're speaking my language. β
"Oh, can I join too?" Wardrobe asked with her usual enthusiasm. "The team trip was so much fun!"
"Are you sure you can leave your studio without permission?" Atomic Cat asked.
"I'm going to officially join the Pro League next week and finish filming the new Wyve after us
After the movie," Wardrobe said happily. "I already have a field permit. This will be my last Junior League adventure!"
"Alright then," Ryan held up a finger pointing to the ceiling, "go save your phone!"
A few hours later, Ryan was driving through the streets of Rusty Town in a brand new outfit. The wardrobe sat next to him, and the atomic cat, that fashion disaster, occupied the back seat along with the new and improved panda.
"What a garbage dump," the atomic cat said through the window. No matter how it cycles, no one is used to Rust Town. Even the panda β the panda β seems to be frightened by this atmosphere of overwhelming destruction and decay. "It's worse than I thought."
"yes, it's a ...... It's a bad place. The wardrobe admitted, her fingers twitching. I understand why they don't let teenagers patrol here anymore. β
"Wardrobe," Ryan said, a light-hearted thought swept through his mind.
"Yes, Quicksave? She said, approaching his seat.
"You can become any character who doesn't have copyrights, right? Is it fiction? Does that mean you can become ......"
He whispered that terrible name in her ear.
"Yes, I can, it's my Apocalypse Suit," Wardrobe nodded. "But it's too dangerous to use it unless you lose everything. I think if I wear it for too long, I might destroy the world. β
Ryan wanted to see how she looked in that costume. It would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. "Can you dress like God?" Felix asked in the back. "That's going to be pretty powerful."
"Well, a little?" Wardrobe admitted, a little awkward. "But in reality, I can't do much in most of the god's garments. The clearer the role, the better I can navigate it. No one agrees on what God can and can't do, or what He looks like, so the role isn't all that stable. It's easier for me to play Jesus or Moses. But I can't play a role for too long, or I'll be like this. β
"So if you dress like Augustus, you start thinking like him?" Ryan asked.
"yes, no, you might turn into a big bastard," Felix said viciously.
"To be Augustus...... Weird, right?" Wardrobe recognized. "I'm not sure if it's his strength or what people think of him, but I became so cold that I didn't feel anything. I became more like a statue than a living person. I can't communicate with anyone else anymore. β
"I guessed it a long time ago." Felix shrugged. "Do you know what his invulnerability is all about?" I think Dy
AMIS will test its limits. β
"Well, I don't actually imitate other people or their abilities," Wardrobe explained. "I imitate people's perceptions of them. I mean, in the original novel, Dracula can walk in the sun, but I can't stand daylight because everyone thinks vampires are weak to daylight. So Dy
Amis isn't sure if my insights are reliable. β
Ryan wasn't so sure. The original Augustus and his cose
can move in the time it stops. Come to think of it, this run could be a rare opportunity to find out the limits of Daddy Lightning's power.
"Can you pretend to be me?" Panda asked enthusiastically.
"He's the last panda on Earth, Yukiko," Rya
Tell the fashion goddess that she earned this nickname for her outstanding performance. "You can save an entire species!"
"I don't think I can do it." The wardrobe embarrassed to admit it. "You're not famous enough."
"What about me?" Ryan asked, his heart filled with hope, and the panda discouraged. "Or cancel? Can you copy the cancellation?"
When the courier mentions the energy eliminator, the atomic cat looks at him strangely, but the wardrobe clearly doesn't know who she is. "Who? No, I can only replicate the deeply ingrained roles in the collective human consciousness. I'm sorry. β
This frustrated Ryan's plans to deal with psychoshock, and if no one knew the nature of the ability, the wardrobe would not be able to imitate his abilities. A disgrace.
Atom grabbed his phone, looked at the screen, and put it back in his pocket. After that, his mood deteriorated significantly. "What's wrong, Felix?" Wardrobe asked, apparently worried about his health.
"My sister, and my ex," Felix replied.
"Oh, Livia?" Ryan asked aloud.
"How do you know?" Did Blackthorne tell you?" Felix crossed his arms. "Yes, I'm Livia."
"Oh, you have a girlfriend?" Panda asked, immediately interested. "Do you still love her?"
"No, we're done." Felix replied bluntly, looking out the window sadly. At the end of the day, the family decides what is right and even what is good for her. I can't compromise any longer. Not after I see this. β
"Yes, I totally understand what you mean," Ryan said with a sigh, remembering the bad days of blood circulation. He heard his phone buzzing, checking with one hand and holding the steering wheel with the other. It's not responsible, but he mastered the art of text driving at an early age.
You have 41 messages from: Lucky Girl.
You have a message from the unknown.
Fortuna persists.
Await. She has a crush on Marty Boy because he is not attracted to her attention. Just like Ryan's own campaign...
He had a bad premonition about it.
In short, instead of looking at the text messages, he looked at the text messages from unknown callers. This message is only one sentence.
Unknown orange in the chicken coop.
Ryan braked suddenly, startling everyone.
"Master, you shouldn't text while driving!" Panda complains in the back.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ryan replied, typing out answers frantically, and drove back to the orphanage, his mind full of questions. But he only sent one to the unknown person.
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