Grinning from ear-to-ear, Kamille stood on the doorstep of Sylvia's house. She did not miss the way Jason's eyes widened as Sylvia opened the door, nor the way his face seemed to transmogrify into a tomato when she came into view. It was rather obvious, her brother had a crush, and she was going to have a lot of fun with this.

   The woman in question was rather short -about as tall as Kamille herself- with dark skin and even darker hair, which was pulled back into a messy, over-the-shoulder braid. She had a pink lily tucked behind her ear (which really brought out her hazel colored eyes), and was totally rocking the 'no makeup, but I still look good' style. Her green tank top was tied into a small knot on the side, showing just enough midriff to be noticeable, but not enough to be considered immodest by the resident pastor. Her tropical, layered skirt was just a slightly darker blue than her house, and was pinned by a small, rose-gold lily. All in all, she was one of the more attractive woman that Kamille had met, so she decided to approve her brother's crush.

   Hands on her hips, she glared fiercely at Optic from the doorway. Who, if looks could kill, would have entered the afterlife. "Where have you been! I've been waiting for ten minutes!" She exclaimed, scolding Optic, who looked like he dealt with this daily. Looking bored, he opened his mouth to defend himself, but was cut off. "No-don't tell me. I don't want to hear it. Honestly though, I thought Blur would have gotten you here hours ago!" The superhero only shrugged, not caring in the slightest about the angry woman in front of him. "I'm a heavy sleeper. May we come in? I'd rather not be outside for too long. The government wants me detained for some stupid reason." Pushing past Sylvia, he walked into the house uninvited, though unopposed. As she saw this, Kamille felt a bit of annoyance spark in her chest, he could have at least waited for permission, instead of being rude.

   Apparently Sylvia felt the same way, since she ran her manicured nails through the end of her braid, exasperated. After taking a moment to compose herself, she looked up, smiling at the twins, and gestured inside. "Well? Come on in. I won't bite." Moving swiftly to the side, she held the door open for Kamille and Jason, the latter tripping up the stairs and entering with a crimson blush still dusting his cheeks.

   When they looked around the cute little house, Kamille started to question the limits of how much sewing supplies one person could own. They were everywhere: half-finished dresses were draped over the couch, a very large pincushion in the shape of a cactus sat on the satin that acted as a tablecloth for the glass coffee table; three sewing machines could be seen on the bookshelves, and there wasn't a square inch of the room that wasn't covered by some form of fabric or half-finished project. Clearly, the sisters had better things to do than clean.

   Another woman who looked almost exactly like Sylvia, save for her clothes (a yellow sun dress with a floral pattern) and her hairstyle (a messy bun), sat on the fabric-laden chair; dutifully sewing a teddy bear's head back onto it's shoulders. "He is in the workroom. Checking out the suits." The woman informed them, never looking up from her work as she pulled the brown thread through the skin of the fuzzy bear.

   "Thank you Marina!" Sylvia called behind her shoulder as she gently guided the twins towards a different room, which was just as messy as the first one. Optic could be seen in here, comparing the fabrics of the new suits to his own. "You have changed your style quite a bit Syl. This is amazing." he rubbed the long sleeve of the flaming-red outfit, "Bulletproof fabric?" Nodding, Sylvia began cleaning up the pins and scissors that littered the floor, "Yes. I could not use this fabric for your suit because I had to equip it with...other functions...but these should be completely bulletproof." In complete awe, Jason walked over to the blue and grey bodysuit, rubbing his finger along the seam on the side, before looking up and smiling at her; face slightly red. "This is awesome. Thank you so much!"

   Smiling back at him (causing Tomato-Jason to make another appearance), Sylvia set the array of pins she'd picked up into a small jar on the bookshelf. "It should help with your psychic abilities, as I have woven some special thread into the fabric. I haven't used that thread since Mirage's suit was made, so I had plenty of extra." She pointed her free hand -the one that wasn't currently grabbing scissors off of the floor- towards the sleeve, where there was plenty of purple stitching weaving intricate patterns up the grey fabric. Standing up straight once more, She grabbed another jar off of the shelf and put all of the scissors inside, talking to Kamille all the while. "With yours, I added some heat-conducting thread to the fabric, as well as tiny, reflective stitches." Handing the sleeve to Kamille, she showed her the glove of the costume, where there was a vibrant orange, flaming pattern on the palm, and a mirror-like finish to the back of the hand.

   Both of the twins thanked Sylvia twice more, and took their suits into the bedroom to change; leaving Optic and Syl' in the workroom. Hushed voices could be heard from beyond the door, words that made no sense without context. "...tell them....hide this forever...what if...I won't let...can try..." was all that Jason could hear before they grew silent, replaced by the slamming of a door. Choosing to ignore the ruckus outside, Jason threw his suit onto the bed and stripped, working furiously to put on his suit as fast as possible. Kamille was a bit more self-conscious, so she took her things to the closet to change.

   After a few minutes she emerged, "Hey JJ, this good?" She asked him, twirling around in her fire-colored bodysuit, as if it had a skirt. Pulling on his purple mask, he looked his own blue-violet clothing over. "Yeah, you look great, Very princess-y. How's mine?" Finger guns ensued, as Kamille winked at him, "You look like a superhero." Catcalling him, Kamille 'fainted' on the bed dramatically, her voice several octaves higher than normal. "Jason! Save me, Save me!" Embarrassed, Jason felt his face heat up. "It's not that obvious." He muttered, as the miniature soap opera was cut short, as Kamille's train of thought switched tracks suddenly. "Hey! We need hero names!" Kamille cried out, excited to finally be official heroes.

   Trying to take a moment to think, Jason kept getting distracted by the smell of a pineapple smoothie wafting in from the kitchen, where Marina was taking her lunch break. "I'll be Psyche." He concluded, the acidic yet sweet scent becoming too tempting to ignore. With her Eyes fixed down at her feet, Kamille didn't respond at first -and Jason wondered for a moment if he'd offended her somehow- but then she began to sing a quiet, jolly, easily recognizable tune.

 "I know, You know, that I'm not telling the truth. I know, you know, that I don't have any proof. Nananana nanana nanananana nana Psyche you out in the end!."

   Finishing her tune early (and forgetting the words halfway through the song), Kamille busted out into a three-second interpretative dance to accommodate the jingle. Rolling his eyes at her silly antics, Jason let slip a small, amused smile. "Yeah yeah, I know. You got anything better?" Ending her spectacular dance with a pair of jazz-hands, Kamille flopped backwards onto the bed and stared at Jason upside-down "No. Psyche's perfect. I'll be Solstice."

   "Clever." Smiling at her over his shoulder, he crossed the room and opened the door for her with a dramatic bow, "Shall we go walk the red carpet?"

   Rolling off the bed, landing flat on her face, and scrambling to get back on her feet, Kamille strutted up next to him with her hands on her hips. "Of course darling. It's time to meet up with Juliet! Let's not keep her waiting." Fulfilling the unspoken duty of the younger sister to relentlessly tease her sibling, she passed through the wooden door frame with countless holes in it where sewing pins had been stuck, and entered the next room with style. "Hey!" He yelled after her, blush apparent on his face as followed. 

   When they entered, the room was a warzone. Sewing supplies were strewn all over the room, as if they were thrown, and Sylvia's face was flushed with anger as she scrubbed fabric softener off of the wall. Optic was nowhere to be seen -though the door that was nearly swinging off of its hinges gave a good indicator to where he'd gone.