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Terragon stared at her in surprise a moment, then let his features fade into obvious annoyance. In reality, he felt far more screwed than annoyed, but he wasn't going to let that show. Not in front of her...
"What," he said sternly, seeming to ignore everything else that she had just said. What could he say to it anyway? What excuse could he possibly come up with. She knew, and they both knew it. "do you want, Zira?"

Amora and Cupid watched the little scene in amusement. They didn't really get why the woman had dressed the man up in such a getup, they wouldn't know.

C.C. ... on the other hand ... was literally rolling on the ground in laughter. Oh knowing what went on in various other conversations and RP's had it's DEFINITE perks. To be accurate, he wasn't the one who put her in the outfit...but he WAS the one who just left her out cold with Deadpool in said outfit. There was a lot more Zira should be permitted to do as payback.




Terragon's eyes widened, and his face turned into a more fleshy tone than his usual porcelain white. Every ounce of him was wanting to change out of the ridiculous outfit, but he had no way of doing so. His eyes narrowed on her, and his face remained the same color. Though it was uncertain if it was out of anger or if he was still embarrassed. "Well, as long as one of us is enjoying themselves." he grated out. "Once the week is over, you can expect to be in for a long nap while I work on cleaning up after you."
He assumed that the whole mess he was in now was because of her, so he also assumed that he'd have quite a bit to do once he did get his powers back.

Terragon was still for a few moments after she left, staring at where she had once been. His expression remained the same. His face had once again become white again, but...there was something almost ghostly about it's color. As if what she had just said had really sank in and bothered him in a horrific way.
She meant it, didn't she? She was going to try and break him. He wouldn't put it past her, and this would be the absolute perfect time to try it.
After a few long moments, he shook his head and focused on pulling himself completely out of the dumpster. He'd just have to be determined that it wasn't happening. He wasn't going to let her do that to him, and he wasn't going to let the though of it happening bother him. It just wasn't going to happen. Period. He'd just focus on getting through the week, then deal with things once he was able to. There had to be other people here that could help him. There had to be.
Once he managed to get himself free of the dumpster, with less grace than he would have preferred, he stood and tried to pick himself clean of the rest of the filth that clung to him. His grimace was again back in place. If there was anything good about being stuck in such a degrading outfit, it was that there was no one around to really see him. Damn it, but he still had to find suitable clothing. He had no money, even if he had it was probably gone since he had a change of uniform. Sh- that meant that his sword and everything else was gone as well. He seriously had nothing other than this ridiculous outfit.




C.C. had managed to calm down once Zira had started talking, and his wide, sinister grin was back in place. Oh, this was absolutely wonderful already. He was anticipating what all could really be done in this RP. My...what fun this was going to be.

Terragon froze upon hearing someone call out to him. He waited, listening to whoever it was make their way up to him, and his blush became a vivid red when he realized that they had stopped dead in their tracks. After taking a long, deep, shaky sigh, he managed to regain his composure enough that he wasn't so red in the face. Oh, he was going to kill that woman...
He finally turned around to face her, but was still clearly uncomfortable with his situation. "I...I'm...fine." he mumbled.

She gave him a once over and a look that clearly said, 'You really don't look it.' "Uh huh. Sir, just so you know, hate crimes are an additional charge on top of assault. Are you sure you don't want to tell me anything? Whoever did this could go away for a long time," she added, an angry, flinty look briefly flashing through her black eyes.

A man's voice called from the street outside the alley. "Hey, Montoya! Does he want us to give him a ride? I know some killer tea parties we could hit on the way back to the station!"

She rolled her eyes and held her finger up in a silent, 'just a second,' then turned and shouted, "Bullock, if you can't say something SMART, don't say anything at all. We both know that means silence for the rest of the night, entiendes?" Then she turned back to Terragon. "I'm sorry about that. So. Statement, yes or no?"

That's it, Jason couldn't hold it anymore. The man's lies, Rampager's laughing, the dress, it was all to much. He fell over laughing as he knocked down his hiding spot. He stood up, struggling while he held his sides and pointed continuing his laughter at the poor man. He and Rampager laughed harder then thought possible, all the while Jason rudely pointed a finger at the dressed man. He was practically crying, it surprised him that the new female wasn't at least giggling.

He flinched, hearing laughter come from behind him. His face turned beat red again, but he tried to ignore whoever it was behind him. He'd only feel worse if he actually seen them laughing at him.

'I'm going to kill her. I'm going to kill her. I'm going to kill her.'

Terragon's blush died down a bit. "No, I'm alright. Just having appropriate clothes is enough. I can walk." he replied. He had no where to go...no need for a cab. As he took the clothes, he tried to give her an appreciative smile, but still couldn't manage anything but embarrassment.
"Thank you." he said quietly.