The Dress Makes the Man

[Grell Sutcliff]

((ooc: For the purpose of convincing Blitzwing to wear a dress to prom. XD Just Blitzwing and these character for the moment, please. :3))

"Well...what do you think?"

Grell clasped his hands together, smiling brightly as he stared down at the two faes at his feet. He was currently standing on top of one of the dining tables, modeling his brand new red dress that he'd bought specifically for his position of chaperoning the upcoming school prom. Despite having a pretty good idea of what their response would be, Grell had decided to ask for Jareth and Puck's opinion on the outfit.

Puck stared at the shinigami for a moment, his face placid enough to be mistaken for his cousin Owen's. "Do you really want me to answer that?" He said dryly, eye twitching slightly as he stared at the gown.

Jareth only raised an eyebrow, arms folded critically across his chest. Honestly, he thought it needed more ruffles, but Grell would probably have gone off on some long speech about proper fashion techniques if he did, so he kept his mouth shut. "Interesting...it actually fits your figure well, for once," the Goblin King at last smirked. "New brand of Kleenex for the chest?"

Grell only giggled. "So you noticed?" He held out the ends of his dress happily, twirling around a bit as he did. Oh, how he loved the excuse to wear a pretty gown.

((ooc: And, this would be Grell's dress: t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQBGGPhVqhj3goBJ9q1mhImWzkkdGY3ZkHz1IJXKNkcYAfamUIx5w&t=1 ))

[Blitzwing]

If there was anything that Blitzwing sought, it was solitude. This school was so noisy, despite the fact that he already had three distinct voices buzzing around in his processor. It was a different kind of noisy, and he despised it with a livid hatred.

Perhaps the dining hall could provide some peace and quiet.

He casually strolled inside, not expecting the sight that was suddenly thrust upon him. It... it appeared that the biologically confused organic was wearing some sort of strange article of clothing. Thus far, he had only seen female humans wear something like this. He didn't quite know what to think of it.

Switch.

"Oooooh, what ARE you wearing? Its so fancy~!" The other two voices in his head were currently reprimanding the one in control, but were ignored. He was good at ignoring pretty much anything.

[Grell Sutcliff]

The three companions turned sharply at the robotic voice, each one blinking in surprise. Grell was the first to recover, however, having seen the student plenty of times before in his biology class. He was known to be a bit...indecisive, yes, that was the word...but he was an interesting one none the less. Whatever he was, anyway.

Puck reacted in relatively the same way, having had class with Blitzwing before. Jareth, on the other hand, was not so quick to recover. A gloved hand flying to his chest, his multi-colored eyes widened in shock, and he stepped back to lean against the table. "What the...bloody hell is that thing?!" He whispered urgently, grabbing hold of the other fae. Puck raised an eyebrow at the teacher, a bit uncomfortable with Jareth's reaction.

Grell hoped down from the table eagerly, flouncing his dress a little as he skipped over to Blitzwing. "Oh, it's the dress I'm wearing for prom," he gushed happily, grinning. "Well, chaperoning, anyway. Do you like it?"

[Blitzwing]

Blitzwing shot a crazed, bloodthirsty grin at Jareth before turning his short attention span back on the Biology teacher. He practically lived off of such reactions, and it had been a while since he last inflicted fear on anyone. It made him feel good.

But then Grell began speaking of prom. He had seen it on the human television before, but all he knew was that it was a young-human get-together and that sometimes a particularly rascally organic would spike something known as a punch-bowl.

"Its very eye-catching!" he laughed finally, before switching back to his Icy persona. "Does one always dress so... flamboyantly for this 'prom' occasion?"

[Grell Sutcliff]

"Of course!" Grell exclaimed, smiling his pointy-toothed smile. "After all, the more flamboyant a woman is, the more she's as beautiful as a poisonous flower, right?"

Puck was busy trying to calm the Goblin King down. Spending nearly his entire immortal life in the Underground had led to a few instances of culture shock, but never one of this magnitude. "Dude...calm down," Puck whispered to his cousin. "It's just a robot. A machine, you know? Come on, you had to have had machines in the Labyrinth."

"A...machine?" Jareth said, calming down a little as he looked at the creature again. "Like...like the cleaners, of course," he cleared his throat, at last realizing that it wasn't something to be afraid of. Straightening up and leaning back away from Puck, he gave a bit of a sheepish grin. Puck only rolled his eyes.

[Blitzwing]

Blitzwing switched back to Random and cackled in agreement. "I suppose so!"

He couldn't help but pick up on Puck and Jareth's conversation, however. A machine, like the cleaners. Oh no he di'int.

He switched to Icy, and shoved his way over to the Goblin King, crossed his arms, and stood uncomfortably close. "Tell me, organic. Why are you such a racist?" He then switched to Hot-head. "If you have the bearings to compare me to a lousy Autobot, you should have the bearings to fight me!"

Suddenly, a violent shock was sent throughout the Cybertronian's body out of seemingly nowhere, causing his three faces to whir around at high speeds. Eventually, they came to a stop on Icy. "Son of a frag," he mumbled.

[Jareth]

Jareth looked up at the robot, raising an eyebrow as he leaned in closer. Rascist? It sounded more like things were vice versa here, what with this things blunt use of terms to describe him and other creatures. Frowning dryly, Jareth folded his arms over his chest, looking at the other dangerously.

"Forgive me, sir. I had no idea that my words would be offensive to a creature such as yourself," Jareth replied. "However, I will not tolerate such slander against my person. Have you any idea to whom you are speaking?"

Puck looked uneasily between the two, as did Grell. Taking the Goblin King's arm, Puck whispered urgently, "Hey, calm down, coz. He's a bit of a hothead...er, at least, some of the time. Don't take it personally."

[Blitzwing]

Blitzwing quickly regained composure, returning Jareth's dangerous gaze with an ice-cold glare. "Why would I care who I am speaking to?" he seethed, about to continue with more snappy retorts, but stopped himself as Puck reassured the Goblin King. He narrowed his optic at him once more, before turning back to Grell.

"I am afraid you have confused me once more. I thought you were a male, and yet you are... once again referring to yourself as a woman?" He tilted his head and placed a hand on his chin, examining the dress Grell was wearing. "It makes it somewhat difficult to discern which human gender typically wears clothing such as zhe kind you have on now."

((aaaah I just realized I haven't been using his accent for this RP dlkdsjlgj I am too used to playing him of formspring without it |D oh well))

[Grell Sutcliff]

Jareth muttered something beneath his breath, but kept his words to himself, knowing that there were times when fighting was exceptional and when it was not. Besides, this was apparently a student...it probably wouldn't look so good for his career if he put a spell on him.

Grell simply smiled at the robot, and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Puck clamped a hand over the shinigami's mouth. "He's a male, Blitzwing, whether he wants to admit it or not," the boy quickly replied, still covering Grell's mouth. "He just...thinks for some reason that men are supposed to wear dresses, which they're not," Puck added, frowning at the reaper, who scowled beneath the fae's grip.

[Blitzwing]

Blitzwing narrowed his normal optic, looking from Puck to Grell. Without warning, he switched to Random, flinging his arms out to the side. "That's STUPID! Its so pretty~!" he clasped his hands together, letting out the shrill stream of laughter that he was known for. "You wacky humans and your genders~" he scoffed. "Why AREN'T males supposed to wear dresses?"

[Puck]

Puck stiffened a little at the robot's shrill laughter, not sure whether to be amused or terrified. At the question, however, he blinked, opening his mouth to answer but having no sound come out. Of course he knew that men shouldn't, but...why couldn't they, exactly?

"Well, um..." Puck cleared his throat, trying to think of a reason. "They uh....they....they don't have the figure for them!" He retorted, folding his arms across his chest in assertion. Grell rolled his eyes at Puck, giving Blitzwing a "he's clueless" sort of look from behind the fae.

[Blitzwing]

Blitzwing bridled a little at the comment, and glanced down at himself, then at Puck. He snorted, then giggled, then erupted into laughter again. "You sure are one to talk! I bet you could pull off a dress FANTASTICALLY~!"

He cackled for a little while longer, as if his stupid joke was the greatest thing he had ever said. Then he stopped abruptly, and leaned down, shoving his face at least an inch away from Puck's. His crooked grin was pulled shut in a tight red, zig-zaggy line, and his emotionless optics narrowed. This expression could signify anything. He was Random, after all.

"You wear a dress," he commanded at last, and straightened back up, his grin widening. "DARE YOU DARE YOU DOUBLE DARE YOU~!" Predictably, laughter followed. He would be shocked and offended if his new "friends" did not have some sort of organic version of a processor-ache by now.

[Puck]

Puck turned bright red, leaning back away from the robot as he edged in closer. A tiny sweat drop began to form on his forehead, and he tried desperately to think of a response to such a challenge. Thinking of none, he chose to scowl.

"I don't...I don't have to prove anything to you!" He snapped. "And I swear on my bloody grave, I will never, ever be caught wearing a dress. Ever."

Jareth and Grell each laughed, glancing at the young fae in amusement. "Oh, I don't know, Puck," Jareth smirked. "I think he just might be right about that. You could pull off one rather nicely, what with those delicate curves of yours..."

The elf's jaw dropped, completely flabbergasted by the Goblin King's reply. Grell giggled. "I'll bet Clopin would just love that."

[Blitzwing]

Somehow, the edges of Blitzwing's maniac grin creeped even further up his face. He slung a heavy black arm over Puck's shoulder, pulling the boy close to his side in an almost friendly gesture. Or it would be, if he knew what friendly was. "Zhis Clopin is your..." he fumbled for the right word, not knowing what it would be in English-- or just human, for that matter, "...consort, correct~?" Close enough. "What kind of consort would he be if he didn't want to see his beloved in such flattering attire? Here, I have an idea!" he released the fae and spun around so that he was facing him again. "If you wear a dress, I'll wear one too~!"

Suddenly his face switched to Icy. "WAIT WHAT," was the only thing he said before he switched to Hothead, who could only shout profanities that quite possibly only he understood, and then switched back to Random, who had the exact same expression before the giant mood-swing.

[Puck]

Puck looked back at the robot in shock, his face turning an even brighter shade of red than before. Un-uh. No way. Not happening.

"I think that's an excellent idea," Jareth grinned, ignoring the fact that the robot's head had just switched around about three different times. This was far too amusing for the king. Puck spun around on one heel, facing his cousin with a glare.

"I do, too," Grell laughed, leaning an arm against Jareth's shoulder. "But whether he actually has the guts to do it or not, I think that you should still wear one, Blitzwing. It'll be cute~!"