"So, Serge, how goes the tailoring business?" Sylia asked, sitting across from the slickly dressed man as they ate in the restaraunt looking down on
Blyde Square.
"It goes well. Your suggestion to ask various heroes for protection from the Tsoo is keeping my store safe from their retaliation, and I constantly get
new orders. The only problem is this new thing that I cannot exactly....market, but keep getting requests for."
"Oh?" Sylia asked, taking a bite of her lobster. Given Serge was, technically, a competitor, his mentioning this must mean he really couldn't do
what they were asking for.
"Yes...there is this pattern many heroines have been asking me for, but I cannot. Icon has a reputation and such a slinky thing is....well, I do not mean
to cause offense but..."
"It's more something that my kind of operation can sell, without people wondering if we're catering to...lower fashion sense," Sylia smiled.
"Ah, we come to an understanding, Miss Stingray."
"Yes. Yes, we do. Do you have some design sketches?"
"Better than that...I have photos...."
***
"It'll never work," Priss said, looking over the designs on the computer as Sylia set up the training simulation in the tech room. "I mean,
there's almost nothing there! Why would anyone want to buy it?"
"That's why it'll be such a profit maker, Priss," Sylia noted. "The lack of fabric means it's cheap to produce but we can sell it in
a buyer's market."
"There's really that much demand?" Linna asked, still doing her pre-training stretches in her skinsuit.
"All that demand and more. I think it's primarily among a certain clientele..."
***
"So, what're you girls up to lately?" Silicon Sabre asked as she side swiped another couple Immunes surgeons. "Still hunting for that outfit
you mentioned?"
"Pretty much. B had a suggestion, but I'd as soon die as wear it in public," Valles noted, blasting a Praefectus. Braende snickered, setting
another on fire. "About the only thing we can agree on is some of these," she noted, nodding ahead to the captive Sybils. "I mean, I don't
get the difference. There's barely more to it..."
"It's the principle of the matter. That's authentic Cimeroran garb," Valles said as she blasted the last Legionari. "I'd love to be
able to see how it feels."
"You aren't the only one that I've heard that from," Silicon admitted. "I've been looking about, but nobody carries it."
"Tell me about it..." Valles sighed, absently shifting to Light Nova and blowing away an Engineer.
***
"Well, what do you think?" Sylia asked.
Lisa looked down at herself, then back at the mirror, twirling slightly and enjoying the feel of the silk against her skin. "It's....incredible. You
managed to replicate it perfectly. How'd you do it?"
"I asked one of the sybils after we defeated Romulus if I could have a set to impress an admirer. She seemed very amused by the concept, but accepted.
From there, it was just a matter of replicating the technique used in making the silk. The pattern was very simple."
Lisa looked back at her, grinning. "Oh, Terr's going to start drooling when he sees me in this. Rhea too. I don't suppose you have extra?"
"Oh, I have one for Rhea as well...I just figured you could probably....advertise for me, in return."
"Huh?" Lisa blinked, before it dawned on her. "Oh! You can't tell the others...."
"Because they might put it together. Yes," Sylia smiled. "However, between you and Rhea, no one will look at my shop twice as a potential hero
identity. If that's okay with you."
"Sylia, if I didn't get this for free, I'd still tell them," Lisa grinned. "There's a ton in the Legendary that wanted one of these.
I'll make sure to drop your name."
***
"....how many?"
"Two hundred orders. In the first hour," Sylia smiled.
Priss stared. "How much did you charge?" she asked in a voice that suggested she couldn't believe her ears.
"Time and effort. So....about $250 per piece. With a hero discount, of course, for those that're....unable to afford that. It's selling very well.
I expect the Sabres can expect a nice Christmas bonus from their mysterious employer..." she smiled, sitting back.
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
Blyde Square.
"It goes well. Your suggestion to ask various heroes for protection from the Tsoo is keeping my store safe from their retaliation, and I constantly get
new orders. The only problem is this new thing that I cannot exactly....market, but keep getting requests for."
"Oh?" Sylia asked, taking a bite of her lobster. Given Serge was, technically, a competitor, his mentioning this must mean he really couldn't do
what they were asking for.
"Yes...there is this pattern many heroines have been asking me for, but I cannot. Icon has a reputation and such a slinky thing is....well, I do not mean
to cause offense but..."
"It's more something that my kind of operation can sell, without people wondering if we're catering to...lower fashion sense," Sylia smiled.
"Ah, we come to an understanding, Miss Stingray."
"Yes. Yes, we do. Do you have some design sketches?"
"Better than that...I have photos...."
***
"It'll never work," Priss said, looking over the designs on the computer as Sylia set up the training simulation in the tech room. "I mean,
there's almost nothing there! Why would anyone want to buy it?"
"That's why it'll be such a profit maker, Priss," Sylia noted. "The lack of fabric means it's cheap to produce but we can sell it in
a buyer's market."
"There's really that much demand?" Linna asked, still doing her pre-training stretches in her skinsuit.
"All that demand and more. I think it's primarily among a certain clientele..."
***
"So, what're you girls up to lately?" Silicon Sabre asked as she side swiped another couple Immunes surgeons. "Still hunting for that outfit
you mentioned?"
"Pretty much. B had a suggestion, but I'd as soon die as wear it in public," Valles noted, blasting a Praefectus. Braende snickered, setting
another on fire. "About the only thing we can agree on is some of these," she noted, nodding ahead to the captive Sybils. "I mean, I don't
get the difference. There's barely more to it..."
"It's the principle of the matter. That's authentic Cimeroran garb," Valles said as she blasted the last Legionari. "I'd love to be
able to see how it feels."
"You aren't the only one that I've heard that from," Silicon admitted. "I've been looking about, but nobody carries it."
"Tell me about it..." Valles sighed, absently shifting to Light Nova and blowing away an Engineer.
***
"Well, what do you think?" Sylia asked.
Lisa looked down at herself, then back at the mirror, twirling slightly and enjoying the feel of the silk against her skin. "It's....incredible. You
managed to replicate it perfectly. How'd you do it?"
"I asked one of the sybils after we defeated Romulus if I could have a set to impress an admirer. She seemed very amused by the concept, but accepted.
From there, it was just a matter of replicating the technique used in making the silk. The pattern was very simple."
Lisa looked back at her, grinning. "Oh, Terr's going to start drooling when he sees me in this. Rhea too. I don't suppose you have extra?"
"Oh, I have one for Rhea as well...I just figured you could probably....advertise for me, in return."
"Huh?" Lisa blinked, before it dawned on her. "Oh! You can't tell the others...."
"Because they might put it together. Yes," Sylia smiled. "However, between you and Rhea, no one will look at my shop twice as a potential hero
identity. If that's okay with you."
"Sylia, if I didn't get this for free, I'd still tell them," Lisa grinned. "There's a ton in the Legendary that wanted one of these.
I'll make sure to drop your name."
***
"....how many?"
"Two hundred orders. In the first hour," Sylia smiled.
Priss stared. "How much did you charge?" she asked in a voice that suggested she couldn't believe her ears.
"Time and effort. So....about $250 per piece. With a hero discount, of course, for those that're....unable to afford that. It's selling very well.
I expect the Sabres can expect a nice Christmas bonus from their mysterious employer..." she smiled, sitting back.
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."