Lacy smirked softly at their reactions. She held no shame for what she does. Looking up from the yogurt cup, she smiled at Rick and Brand as they entered the room. Her smile, however, dropped at the mention of patrol. She hated patrolling and would much rather jump into action then wait for it. She made no arguments though. Lacy turned to look at the kids. "Hope you two have something you can move around in easily," she commented. She finished off the cup then felt to go change into her uniform.
Z glanced towards Brand, lifting her head from Lukas's shoulder. She touched his arms and gave it a little squeeze.

Brand didn't even look at Z as he moved away from them. His eyes shone with a fire that wasn't there before. "Z, come." Rick called, looking at Brand to do the same. Lukas looked at his two friends. "Good luck?" He said, not to sure of what to say. Brand kept walking, following Rick closely.

Rick led them to a small room. There were several mannequins dressed in different outfits. Some outfits had more clothes while others didn't. Some were labeled with specific power types. There were clothes folded up in drawers, some were hanging on racks. Some were just pieces of uniforms. "Pick something, it doesn't have to be your permanent uniform, but it's gotta be something." He said. "Lukas's powers require a little more fine tuning to his outfit, so he's going to stay behind or else he's just going to face plant Dallas itself."

Z patted Lukas's head before she followed after Rick and Brand. She dropped one bag by the wall but took the smaller one filled with her witch 'equipment'. She awed at the amount of uniforms in the room. How many pieces did a small group of heroes need? She didn't dwell on the thought as a certain uniform on a mannequin attracted her attention. It was sleek and black, made from a sturdy fabric (manufactured by the resident scientist) that was resistant to puncture and fire. Z had a obvious intrigued by the outfit.
"Oh, good choice," the Brazilian woman's voice commented from the doorway. Viper stood even taller in her heels with her form-fitted uniform of the same sturdy black fabric with thick leather fittings. The most distracting point of the uniform was how much of her chest was exposed with the square neckline, or, if someone wasn't into her magnificent chest, they were distracted by the contrasting golden claw that looked like snakes wound around her fingers.

Brand briefly skimmed through the pile of assorted pieces of outfits. He frowned, looking down at himself. Nothing too much really caught his fancy. He ended up choosing a spandex collared top. It was a deep, forest green with sea-blue and purple highlights had no sleeves with a zipper in the front. He picked out a pair of sea-blue long, fingerless gloves that went all the way up to the mid-bicep. He chose incredibly baggy, purple pants, that resembled a pair of sweatpants. He put on a pair of blue combat boots as a finishing touch. After changing into the clothes, he came into the room, scowling. "This is literally, the stupidest."

Rick looked at him, frowning. He smirked, tossing him something. It was a pair of purple goggles. Brand looked down at them, grimancing. Rick stared at him until the young man took his glasses off and replaced with with the goggles. "Now, you look the stupidest." Rick replied with a cocky look. Brand's scowl deepened. "Ace designed those, they automatically change themselves to the wear's perscription. You should be fine, and don't have to worry about them falling off your face or breaking."

Dessie peeked her face into the room, peering in at everyone. "We almost ready to go? I got the ship all set." She said, her eyes falling on Brand. "Oh, M, G! You look so great, Hun!" She cheered, jumping into the room. "Like a real superhero! You just need a name now, but you and Z can think about that one the way."

Viper leaned against the wall while she waited with Rick for the two to change. Brand was the first one to emerge from the changing room. She snorted, covering her mouth so she didn't laugh out loud. "You look great, kid," she managed to say after a moment. "Very suiting for you."
Z came out in her costume a moment after Brand. She had chosen the black, sturdy outfit: a leotard that showed a lot of hip, sheer tights to cover her legs, a sheer panel on her chest that didn't hide much and plunged close to her naval, and black fitted shoes. She found a belt with multiple pockets that she packed with odds and ends for such that she only knew how to use.
"Classic black," Viper commented, grinning at Z. "I like it." She motioned for the two to follow her as she left the room.

Brand looked over Z briefly before following Lacy. Dessie giggled with excitement at the two's new outfits and followed behind them. "How are you guys feeling? Excited? Nervous?" She asked.

"A little annoyed." Brand muttered, rolling his eyes. Dessie was a little taken back by his comment. Brand failed to explained why he was annoyed, so it sounded like it was because of Dessie. He notched the look on the model's face and blushed. "Oh, not because of you. That came out wrong, sorry."

"Alrighty." Dessie replied, shaking her head with a smile at his mistake. She looked to Z. "Are you ready to show us what you know out there?"

Z had a sense of why Brand was so irritated, but she was annoyed by him being annoyed. She grinned at Dessie, signing "Very excited." She didn't know whether or not the model knew sign language, but she at least had Brand to translate for her if she needed. The witch had a little bounce to her step as she hopped to Brand's side. She poked his arm then tapped a finger on each of her cheeks with a smile, wanting him to smile as well.

Dessie glanced at Z's hands but gave her a little shrug. "I'm sorry, I don't understand sign language, I guess I should learn though!" Brand frowned, pursing his lips. "She's excited." He repeated. "Oh, that's good!" Dessie exclaimed, clasping her hands together behind her back. "Well, we will be boarding-" She started before narrowly dodging something shooting towards her.

Chiron flew into the space, nearly flying straight into Z and Dessie. "Ah!" He squeaked, inching back a few paces in the air, smiling shyly. "Apologies for the blunder! I did not wish to be left behind!" He blurted, before looking around. "Please, Viper, are we going to the ship? Will you be the acting captain of the spacecraft today?" He asked, tilting his head. "Ace was exuberant that we were taking out his latest model." The little boy was in his full uniform. His watch that Ace had designed that concealed all of his face tattoos and pointed ears was taken off. His irises now were also in their normal state, revealing that he had several silver spiderweb-like rings around his rather large pupil.

Z wouldn't have been able to dodge the tumbling alien if Dessie had not moved first. She silently chuckled at him, softly shaking her head. She mouthed the words "so cute" in regards to Chiron's natural appearance.
Viper was waiting for them, having already moved ahead, by the door that led to the hanger. She smiled a large fanged smile at Chiron, crossing her arms under her chest. "I will be the captain of our new ship today," she responded to the questions. She opened the door to the hanger where a very sleek looking ship sat. The was a pattern in Ace's designs with sleekness and some form of bright color on it; this time, the color was a stripe of bright blue across the side of the ship. Viper walked over to it then tapped the side of it with her toe, a staircase sliding down and an opening sliding up.