"You have approximately six minutes," Hibiki said, pressing a few buttons on his illuminated archive screen. He had been tracking the members of Sabertooth all day, hoping to find a time where they were all gone at once, and a window of opportunity finally presented itself. "Ren, will you take in the coat for me? I can't stand to see the women gawking at the dragon slayer's exposed arms…I'll keep watch here."
Ren rolled his eyes and grabbed the long, blue garment from Hibiki and carried it in with the rest of his guild mates. "I'm only doing this because we're in the same guild..." he mumbled, entering the rather expansive room last. It was a prep room of sorts where the Sabertooth members could finish getting ready to present themselves before the crowd during the time of the Grand Magic Games.
"This place's parfum reeks of raw power!" Ichiya yelled, posing and sparkling as always. "But those MEN should not have underestimated Blue Pegasus! After maiming one of our own," he gestured to Eve, finally having recovered from being battered up by Rufus, "we must strike back!"
"That, and after being humiliated twice, I really am not in the mood to be shown up in style…" Jenny grinned evilly, snatching away what Minerva had worn to the games the day before. "I found this in the back of my closet! It's the most awful combination I could find!" she laughed, hanging up a furry blue dress with a matching gloved coat. "She's going to look absolutely awful in this! It doesn't suit her body type at all!"
Eve calmly draped a red coat with puffy sleeves and shoulder pads overtop one of the empty chairs before turning over to the former model. "Jenny-san? Why do you have such a bone to pick with Minerva anyway?" he asked quietly. Out of everyone in the guild, he should have been the one to hold a grudge against Sabertooth, not her.
She sighed dramatically and pressed her wrist against her forehead. "It all started on the day when—"
"This rug is drenched in the parfum of defeat!" Ichiya abruptly yelled, spinning around a zebra-printed piece of fabric and dropping it off with Orga's stuff. The god slayer would be sure to find some way to use it.
"Will you three hurry up?" Ren asked impatiently, tapping his foot after planting both the gray scarf and the blue coat near the twin dragon slayers' belongings. "We've finished what we came here for, so why bother dawdling any longer?"
"You mean because you can't stand that red-eyed boy's pasty white face?" Jenny snickered, following quickly behind Ichiya out to where Hibiki was. Ren merely glared at her as the troupe exited.
Hibiki held up a hand and glanced around the street corner. "Coast is clear," he whispered. The troupe headed out and back to their own guild's rendezvous, eager to see the crowd's reaction to their sabotage.