[B]"Ahhhh yes, their moderator suits! I've got them right here. Please step up one at a time. Gotta size you up correctly!"[/b] One smiled, wiggling his finger in the 'come here' motion. Rous scratched his head, and chuckled.

[I]"I'm gonna need me a new one as well, One! I got a small tear in the back the last mission I went on, that bastard Su'lacar didn't come as easy as I thought he would! And a tear looks shabby and unprofessional."[/i] Rous said, and One turned his blind gaze to Rous. [I]"I heard about that fight, he had a universe in a war! Insane. Here you go!"[/i] He pulled an entire suit from a drawer. The coat, pants and undershirt, along with a tie, and handed them to Rous.

Rous raised his hand, and an old fashioned divider floated up from the foggy floor.

[I]"For those of you who are shy, you may change behind this!"[/i] He said as he unbuttoned his coat. He dropped it, but instead of falling to the ground, it slowly floated, slowly 'pixilating' as it fell, never even hitting the ground. It was gone.

He unbuttoned his undershirt, also dropping it. Scars on scars on scars, and tattoos covered his torso, so much that it looked like there was barely any untouched flesh.

[I]"Hurry, I have much to teach you!" [/i]

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Kyar frowned, eyeing One suspiciously. "You're...going to use measuring tape or something, right?" he said, looking appraisingly at the desk for any sign of a "sizing" tool. "No...poking or prodding?" As Rous began to change, Kyar wondered why he wasn't using the screen himself, pivoting so that Rous wasn't in more than his peripherals.

((According to spellcheck, "appraisingly" is not even remotely a word. Could have sworn it was...but either way IT IS NOW. SUCK IT, SPELLCHECK.)

One laughed. A hearty, booming, 'stop it you're killing me.' Kind of laugh.

"Kyar. I run just about everything, including your universe. I know you much more than you'd think. Here...." He pulled a suit from a drawer, with a pair of boots as well. [B] You will find that the suit fits snuggly, but not suffocatingly tight all around. I can already tell it's going to look good on you. "[/b] One said, a genuine smile on his face

Kyar's eyes grew wide. "Does...does that mean that you're...god?" Which one? Damn, if it's any Christian god, I think I've given just about every sect's missionaries the run around... He hesitantly reached for the clothes, pleased at least he'd get boots.

Lou reached for the tissues, "Thanks" on her lips before the tissues were dropped. Carefully she picked them up, wiping her mouth before seeing Arin having a panic attack. Walking over to the girl she put her hand on the girls back, not sure what to say.

Instead her head snapped around at the mention of suits. She didn't want a suit. Lou liked her current uniform just fine. She eyed the ones produced for Rous and Kyar, she didn't want to change one in front of them or even behind a screen. "Why must we wear those? I like my uniform." She grumbled, motioning to her apron, bandanna, and jeans with her free hand.

Arin curls up on the floor, and starts to cry in fear. She repeats the same phrase in a whimper over and over again as she sobs in fear as if it would bring her home. "I don't wanna die..!!" The poor girl seemed rather shaken by all of this.

[I]"These will protect you from anything less than a direct hit from a weapon, radiation, and other unpleasantries thrown at you by another Moderator. So, you can not wear it if you want. But I suggest you put it on. Besides, it 'Suits you!' "[/i] He laughed at his pun, harder than he should have, before being overly serious as he spoke to Arin.

[I]" Arin, calm yourself. If you listen to my teachings, you will be a-okay. Trust me."[/i]

One laughed and nodded "That's one of my many names, yes. But I prefer One. And I know all of you. I was the one who notified Rous of your existence, and he hunted you guys out to bring you here." He said, holding the suit out to be taken

Lou's scowl increased, she didn't want to have to deal with any of the things One had listed, or anything related to death. 'Why did I have to follow this guy?' she wondered as she left Arin to snatch the suit out of One's hand. She wasn't going to put it on in front of the others though, blind or no. If she had to she'd don it later, she hoped she wouldn't need to. The man's pun made Lou want to groan, it was a truly terrible pun, and his amusement at it made it worse.

Alyse's head tilted a bit getting distracted by Rous's actions. The fog around them seemed to enter her head. Tattoos were a weak spot. It cleared out quickly hearing One's booming voice. Her attention then being turned over to him at his desk.

Falling in line for a suit behind Kyar, she glanced over at the younger girl. She did feel for her, it was okay that she was scared, though part of her felt it was a bit of a drama queen as well. It was going to be a long learning curve.

But she was interested in the suit, did they all look the same or would the girls get somethin slightly different. Though Lou's just there folded seemed pretty similar to the one Rous had on.

Kyar, on accepting his suit, investigated the fabric, rubbing it between his fingers. Textiles were always a weaker spot for him, but he could usually get a fair idea of the price of something. If "god" over there wasn't mad at him for pretending not to be home for various "visitors", then he wasn't going to press the issue. Nope. Rous mentioned the abilities of the suits and that made it clear Kyar couldn't price it. Didn't necessarily feel like all that spectacular of fabric to him, but hey, textiles were his weak spot in pricing. He glanced at all the women around him - well, while he didn't mind changing in front of people, it might make them uncomfortable. He scooted towards Lou instead. "Not going to be changing then, eh?" he asked her, folding his new clothes over his arm. "You'll at least tell me if I look sharp?"

As soon as Rous finished buttoning up his pants, he stepped into the Trooper style boots, pulling the buckles tight.

He reached up to his neck, as if he was about to straighten a tie, and pulled, as if he was pulling the wrinkles out of said tie, a tie appearing as his hands moved downward. Perfect Windsor knot appeared at the top, and Rous patted himself down, smiling as he found his appearance satisfactory.

[I]"Hurry and get your things. I will be right back, going to check on things in this one universe, making sure things are on schedule. We will be meeting with another Moderator, and we will show you why we do what we do, why we moderate."[/i]

As he finished his sentence, he was enveloped by an orb of sheer darkness, a loud BOOOOOOOOP could be heard. But, as if to demonstrate that time was indeed either non-existant or very strange there, the moment the orb disappeared, a circular door opened in thin air, and Rous stepped through it, pure black behind him as the portal BOOOOOOOOP'ed shut.

[I]"Sakham knows we are coming, and has agreed to wait to get started. So hurry up!"[/i] Rous said with a grin, excited about something.

Lou glanced up at Kyar, "Not a chance, I don't do suits." she told him a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips, a little bit more friendly to the familiar face. "Of course I'll let you know." she added, smiling at Kyar, and patting him on the shoulder. "Off you go to change." she teased, fluttering her hand towards the screen. It was nice to have at least one person she sort of knew in the group.

Although she had her things, she still refused to put them on. The sound of Rous leaving and reappearing made her jump. She hadn't expected him to return so soon. "Who's this Sakham guy?" she asked, her friendliness dropping from her tone.

[I]"Sakham is the Moderator in charge of the universe-to-be we are about to visit. Do not be put off by his appearance, he's of alien origin. Technically I am, too. Technically every Moderator you might meet will be, seeing how they aren't from your planet. Hurry, hurry! A spectacular show awaits!"[/I] he said, glancing at his watch. He buffed his nails on his coat, looking up as multicolored lightning split the sky, waving as it kept going. Some Moderator on their way somewhere.

Kyar ducked behind the screen and changed hastily, encouraged by Lou. He heard Rous urging them to hurry and when he slipped out again, he maneuvered to Arin to help her in any way she needed, as he supposed she might still be recovering from her panic attack.

She was indeed still recovering. She very shakily stood up, leaning on him for support, and looked over to One to see if there was a suit for her as well. She had managed to calm herself enough to stop crying. Arin sniffles, and dries her eyes