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Zallora screamed as the metal rat came charging past. She was pondering if this was a smart thing to do now. What a way to go, I'm supposed to make this place better, and I end up getting defeated by a technician I came to seek advice from" whimpered Lullaby. Her hand instinctively started to unzip the hold all to reach for the dress, but Lullaby forced herself not to. "Not yet, dearest Gabriellor, not yet" Lullaby murmured to herself, realizing for the first time her best friend Gabriellor was powerless to help her if she got into trouble with robotics. Singing worked wonders against organic foes, but against robots, Lullaby doubted singing and dancing would work. She sighed, trudging forward with the butler regretfully.

If I may do my thing?

Lullaby shudders as she quietly examines the money. She notices an increase in the amount of people injured or hurt, although she doesn't know who does it or why they are hurt. She gently shrugged to herself, she had enough problems as it is. So, she keeps on walking. That is, until she walks headlong, literally, into a mugger. The mugger grins a fiendish grin as he draws a gleaming pistol and presses it at her head. "Money" he grunted, holding a hand out.

Lullaby grabbed the woman and quickly, very quickly, flew to the ground floor. She gasped as she turned around, to see the flames engulf the building. She quickly took off again, to try and catch Arrowhawk. "Jump! I'll catch you!" Lullaby yelled.

Lullaby jumped in shock as the mechanized butler appeared. What manner of inventor was this? the thought flashed across her mind briefly, before replaced with awe and shock at the size and interior of the house. Lullaby glanced around as she took in the whole house. "Mi- I mean Doctor Archville has a lot of money" sighed Zallaro, looking at her own empty pockets. She knew she needed to stop donating money to the poor and needy, as she was technically in that class herself, but she couldn't stop herself. She was too nice, she knew it. Lullaby banished more unwanted thoughts and followed the Butler down the center corridor, occasionally and very briefly removing her eyes of the butler to take in the wondrous spectacle of the house.

Lullaby jumped at the metallic voice. One thing the Television didn't mention was such a strange machine. Lullaby trembled slightly, her plans almost ruined before start off. However, she held her up head up high and answered in the firmest voice she could muster, a timid squeak to normal hearing. "Erm, my name is Zallaro. You see Mr, erm, Archville, I have this dress. It, well, to be honest, I don't know what it does to me, but I can tell you that it doesn't just stay on my body. I...its hard to put in words sir, but the dress changes me, possibly mutates me. I blank out when I wear it and when I wake up, people pick on me" Lullaby stammered into the machine, trembling a bit more. "See, I just want an experts opinion on what this costume is. I don't even think its modern" Lullaby finished, hoping she had done enough.

Waaay ahead of you. :)

Date: January 15th, 2009 (Thursday) A cold day, Lullaby frowned, shivering. She was dressed in her usual tatty clothes due to her lack of any real amount of money, cradling a black hold all like it was her life. Little did people know that it was her life, her only chance of keeping a life. Lullaby reviewed her plans mentally. She wanted to know more about her dress. It....it changed her every time she wore it and while she was able to witness what she did, it was hazy and unclear. She didn't know and she wanted to know. So she turned to Viktor Archville, the scientist of renowned skill with technology. Lullaby trembles as others pass. She knew this was little place for a rag-clad teenage girl to be walking down, but she had the right. Briefly, she wondered if walking down in her dress would work better, but probably not. She knocked on the door to Archvilles place, hoping he would reply.

Here it is Archville.

Wednesday 14th January Why? Why me? I am....I don't even know what I am. Gabriellor tells me I am part of a fantastic legacy and I...I believe her. Dear gods, I love her. She gave me a life, a chance to set things right, a chance to perfect the imperfected, to free the people suffering from poverty. Such a life I only dreamed off, and such a life others dream off and can never reach. I still have a chance at making things in Freedom city happy for all. But is it an easy task, no. I did not ever think a simple song could solve the problems of a metropolis such as Freedom, and I know singing along won't heal the city. As much as I hate the thought. I have no choice. To make this city a happy place, I might have to resort to violence. No! NO! NO! I will never fall that far! Never ever ever! I hate the brutality! I hate the savage, I hate everything about fighting. I hate guns, I hate swords, I hate bows. Used as instruments of peace is, well, painful but fine, but such a force to take another mans life is so unbearably common, it hurts me to think that the place is inhabited still. All those poor people, at yet Gabriellor is insisting we go to Egypt. The missing archaeologists are important to her, but how, and why? Time will tell, dearest diary, time will tell. Zallora.

Lullaby blinked. "Hello? Are you here sir?" Gabriellor called out. It had been some time since he had replied. She shrugged, smiled and slowly dissolved. Zallora stood, shivering, holding the dancing suit that had infused her with Gabriellor. She stowed it quickly in her bag and slipped the hold all over her shoulder. With a sigh of defeat, she shuffled from the alleyway and into the open.

Epic fail!

Fair enough. I'll probably fail on my notice, I don't have any ranks. ;(

Unfortunately, I would disagree. When her back is turned kind of indicates that in the middle of a conversation, I will turn around for some random reason, with little to or no point. I doubt I would turn around.

Zallaro smiles as she whips off the glove and touches the dancing dress. Seconds letter, her hand was enveloped by a black liquid, which was slowly slithering up her hand and onto her body. She sighed in peace as the black liquid took over her body. Her green eyes closed, and suddenly her blue eyes opened. Lullaby smiled as the black liquid merged into new clothing. Her figure was more rounded and curvy, her lips more fuller with shiny red lipgloss, her breasts larger. She wore four inch heels, stockings and suspenders up to the abdomen where she wore shiny spandex. Going up, she wore a dinner jacket over a plain white shirt and a black bow tie. She span a top hat in her fingers, smiling. "Sorry, might seem....a bit strange, but trust me, nobody complains. Well, not yet anyway" giggled Lullaby. "Gabriellor, a pleasure to meet you sir" Gabriellor giggled, offering a slim, gloved hand out into the darkness.

Zallaro huddled tightly, gently taking the notes. "T...this is a bit much for me, Mr Avenger. I do...don't know if I really can spend your money on something big and nice. I..erm....I..." Stuttered Zallaro. She flushed, terrified of Avenger and his deep, dark, voice of horrible doom. "C...can I quickly change? It sounds odd, I know, but....erm....I am more confident in my dress. Maybe I can put on a private show for Mr Avenger only?" Lullaby offered, gently lifting out her Dancing costume with a gloved hand.

Lullaby looked up sharply. "W...who are you? My names Zallaro! I'm a songstress and trainee dancer! Please, hello?" Lullaby begged. "Please? Please!?" Lullaby looked all around her, trying to find the source of the voice. "Do I really have to don my dress? I really don't want to, but I might have to" Lullaby giggled to herself, unzipping a black hold all but concealing the contents.

Lullaby jumped in shock, not noticing the man as he dropped a load of bills near her. "W...what? Is it raining money?" Lullaby wondered out loud, looking around to try and find and find her savior. "Pl...please come down. I can't hurt anybody..." she yelled, before murmuring "I won't hurt anybody..." She sat back down, cuddling her legs, wondering if it was the time to don her costume. "If he is above me, maybe the Dress can do a better job at finding him..." Lullaby murmured to herself.

A) Who's Jane? Yeah, go +2 modifier!

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The sirens whirred as Lullaby stepped out of the shack she was commandeering as a home. The poor, starved girl was weeping, again. It was the countless amount of sirens she had heard today, and she was sick of Sirens. Her suit told her to not weep over such petty things, as mankind was destined to fight, but she wanted peace and harmony which, she knew, was going to take all of her lifetime. "So, miss Zallaro, going to investigate?" asked her dress. "I don't want to see more bodies" moaned Lullaby, grabbing her black hold all. Minutes later, she was strolling down a dark Alleyway and sat down, leafing through the tiny amount of cash she possessed. It was barely enough, and Lullaby shuddered as she realised she was going to have to dance to drunk, fat gangsters who didn't deserve the entertainment, just to even survive two nights.

Hello sir, looking for a relatively good looking female songstress? No? Me neither, but you;re getting one. :D

I wouldn't mind, say hello to Lullaby.

Hey, don't worry about psychics. I mean, Lullaby also has Astral form. A front liner would be appreciated though.

Well, I wouldn't mind Villains trying to come along as a separate faction and trying to seize the artifact off Lullaby and her group.