"Dipper! Come out!"
"No!"
Mabel Aventure Pines grinned widely at the curtain from which her brother was hiding behind. She twirled in her new outfit, translucent skirt shimmering around her orange-clad upper legs.
"C'mon Dipper!"
"Mabel! You made me wear tights!"
"Yeah! So?"
"I hate tights!"
She giggled and sat down on her bed. Her ribbon hairpiece swayed as she rested her head on a palm, absentmindedly rubbing a finger over her neck and her gem. She let the silence reign for a few breaths, and then...
"Argh, fine!"
The curtain threatened to drag down its makshift hanger off the ceiling as it was violently jerked aside, revealing a grumpy-looking Dipper in its wake. He was hunched over, arms crossed, face drawn exasperatedly in a flushed grimace.
Mabel giddily clapped her hands, taking in her fine fashion handiwork. Dipper's jumpsuit was midnight blue, accented in silvers and whites, pants were ju-ust long enough to be tucked into a pair of knee-length combat boots Mabel uncannily found of the similar color of navy. His palms and wrists were protectively covered by dark fingerless gloves that she prided herself on thinking of, that should protect his skin from palm to elbows. It complimented his pale skin, his blue eyes, and allowed ease of movement, which was the most important thing.
However good the designs look on paper though...
"Mabel, I look ridiculous." Dipper deadpanned.
"Oh, nonsense," she waved her hand, but Mabel's eyes were narrowed, the corners of her lips tilting slightly. "Hmm... Your noodle arms are even more pronounced now with short sleeves and no vest though..."
"Mabel!"
"Ohh! Wait!" she shot up, eyes lighting up in excitement. Literally. "I forgot! Since I have a beautiful flowing skirt," she did a little pirouette to prove her point, "you should have a beautiful -"
"Stop."
"- flowing"
She came back from the dresser table, holding up a long piece of shimmering translucent garment, much like the fabric of her skirt, but tinted blue.
"Cape!"
Mabel rushed ahead and fastened it around Dipper's shoulders despite his protests. The clasp at the end fitted perfectly to an almost-invisible strap across his chest, so that when Mabel slipped in the pin and deftly clicked it into place, a white metal crescent gleamed unmovingly underneath the moonstone's indifferent shine. Huffingly in satisfaction, Mabel stepped back and dragged Dipper over to stand in front of their full-body mirror.
"Perfect mirror images," she sighed, clasping her hands together and fluttering her eyelashes. White stars shone in her eyes.
Dipper laughed, pushing his sister to the side. But even he couldn't disagree that the thought of them fighting Corrupts in these did look cool. Okay, not just cool. Awesome. "Drama Queen."
"On three?" Mabel snorted, smoothing down her top. Her gem pulsed, glowing slightly.
Dipper didn't have to look in the mirror to know that his gem was doing the same. "Time to see how gunning cool we'd look to our enemies."
They nodded at each other and gained a wolfish smile on their faces.
"Three."
From outside, one could see the triangular attic window light up, and two perfectly straight beams of transcending blue and orange (respectively) light shoot out side-by-side with lazer precision, never overlapping or interfering with the other.
Until it did, then a few seconds later a giant jet black hand punched through the glass. A feathery, childish laugh rattled the house.
"KIDS! GO BACK TO BED!"
Another lightshow passed.
"Sorry, Grunkle Stan."
"I LOVE FASHION!"
Don't have a beta reader. Anyone interested?