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Seren blinked when she realized he had more clue as to what was going on then SHE did, given he listed some things not to be. She sighed, very quietly, trying not to feel overwhelmed at all of this unfamiliar stuff. She regretted her background every day, but days like this? She regretted it even more, because she really felt she was missing a lot of context behind the discussions going on. She tucked her feet under her in her chair, managing to make herself fit in it in a way she probably shouldn't, given height and the weight she should be for that height, and tried not to feel out of place. Her face had gained the mask it wore when she was uncomfortable or confused about things.

She eyed the Team Skull outfits, and her face went a little pale. "I... can do the Team Skull... stuff but the tank tops wont work for me." She was suddenly very uncomfortable, and pulled in on herself a little more, looking a bit small. She looked to Rhys, eyes a little panicked, clearly wanting help here, because she didn't know how to say this without giving away more about herself then she wanted ANYONE to know, except the one person who already did.

She gulped, some, trying not to panic and flee. She had agreed to do this, but suddenly the situation was a lot more serious then she had expected when she had said yes, and this was going to be difficult.

"Team Rocket's not old, they're a classic," the Life jokingly corrected. And Kim would be able to tell he was joking by the gentle squeeze he gave her hand, despite the maintained professional monotone.

Terry quirked a brow at both Seren and Rhys. "Only if Seren's willing to crossplay Team Skull leader Guzma. Otherwise we're going to have to scrap the entire thing and use the cheapest, laziest cosplay of Solid Snake hiding in a cardboard box." His usual monotone hid any hints of annoyance he might have had at himself for recruiting non-fans and non-enthusiasts. But he didn't know anyone else who might fit the bill. He and Kim really needed to make more friends.

Seren gave Rhys a look full of gratitude, and maybe if people knew what to look for, love. She held his hand, giving it a squeeze in return. She actually was controlling the urge to cry, a little, because it just felt so amazing to have some one who knew, understood, and didn't judge... And supported her when she needed it, in situations like this. It took a long moment, and she took a slow, deep breath, but she refocused on the situation, her head tilting slowly. "Cross... play? I assume cross play is basically either dressing up as the opposite gender, or else that character as my gender? As in cross dressing?" It was not a term she had heard before, having not gotten into that scene.

She wondered if she was bothering her rather more experienced friends with her lack of knowledge, and though she managed to hide it, her stomach dropped again, because she just was such an ignorant person on things that they clearly understood so well. She tilted her head, however, hiding her discomfort behind a mask of curiosity. "If my guess on the issue is correct... Then Guzma, the team skull leader? What does he look like?" She sat forwards in her seat, her hand not letting go of Rhys', taking comfort and strength to keep going when she was so out of her depth in this situation.

"What do you mean, noticeable colors, Kim?" She reached up and tapped her hair. "Are we talking about this? If so, I could wear a wig or something."

Terry seemed to misread the protectiveness Rhys had for Seren as less about some internal issue the Sun had and more about defending his girl's modesty. And given the Mist's physique, it was hard for Terry not to jump to conclusions even if he wasn't going to bring this up in any way. He would just file this as something he learned about the two.

"Guzma has a headdress, though some claim it's his real hair, but we can easily fudge that detail." Though his face didn't change beyond his professional business expression, there was the tiniest hint of irritation in his voice about the situation.

The character was hastily drawn but still had the same level of detail (messy as it looked) as the grunts', "You will need to project a level of swagger, ********, and come-at-me-bro attitude."

Seren looked at the costume stuff Terry drew, and an expression of incredible relief crossed her face. She gave Rhys' hand another squeeze of gratitude for helping her work her way through this challenging bit, and then gently pulled her hand free. She stood up, and examined the sketch Terry made, her head tilted as she considered it. "Well, like I said, I could do a wig, or something, if it makes it work better." She considered the attitude part, for a moment, lost in thought. Could she do all that? She was not sure, but she decided to try.

She sort of shifted her posture a little, her expression becoming a smirk, her head held a little higher then normal. She stood a little bow legged, and put her hands on her hips, arms akimbo, before glancing at Terry, eyes holding false contempt. When she spoke, her tone was sneering as well. "What, like this? Is this gonna work, or am I gonna have to try somethin' else? Is it good enough?"

She paused, and then went back to normal, her expression uncomfortable. "I hope so, because I don't think I would be comfortable acting worse then that. Reminds me too much of people I do not really want to think about." She moved back to her chair, expression unreadable again. She really did not want to act like some of the horrible, sneering assholes she had gone to school with, who saw her as an uncared for kid, which made her an easy target.

"If you're uncomfortable with speaking, you can just maintain that look." Terry suggested. "So if we'are all in agreement, Team Skull cosplay is good for tomorrow's mission."

He listed down all their necessary materials for the others to copy because he was certain he just needed two of each for himself and Kim's. "We'll convene at the portals at 7 am."

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Morning came, through the portal they went, and Terry wished he wasn't there on a mission. He would have loved to just attend the convention, just him and Kim on a date. But alas, they had a goal, and while he was in character given the way he strut about with the hand gestures and the attitude of Team Skull,
he was still aware of people.

Specifically of someone following them!

Thankfully nothing came to a head beyond making a few poses to satisfy the photographer.

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61 - 80: Someone is following you. Someone is following you, and you cannot shake them. Someone is approaching you and-- they just wanted a picture with you. Huh, go figure.