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[Color=Lightgreen][b]Location:[/b][/color] Tauranga Port
[Color=Lightgreen][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] -  
[color=Lightgreen][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Origami, Bulwark[hr] 
Daphne was observing quietly. Most of them had developed some sort of alter ego. An act complemented by convincing disguises. Black Canary shot down most of her dress choices, and in hindsight Daphne completely understood what her gripe was. Especially looking at everyone else's getups. 

[color=Slateblue][i]I know you skipped your high school prom, Daphne, but this isn't the time nor the place. [/I][/color]

She wore a sweeping black dress, with floral details wrapping themselves around the top part and trailing down halfway. There was a high slit coming up just above her knee. Daphne tried to close the slit with a few easy-to-remove stitches, but it made the fabric bunch up in a way that you could clearly see it was altered. So instead she wore black lace tights. 

[color=Slateblue][i]This is the kind of dress you need to wear with attitude; you can't be.... how do I put this? Your usual self is what I'd say. The veil is actually not a bad idea, people can't tell for sure if you're watching them. It conceals your identity and makes you less approachable, which is good. Femme fatale is a bit out of your reach, but you can pull off quiet and mysterious, right?[/I][/color]

[color=Lightgreen][i]I think I can. I mean, it's better if I don't talk too much.[/I][/color]

Daphne didn't know why she was feeling more insecure than usual these past few days. Not that her confidence was that high to begin with. What definitely didn't help was the towering red beauty standing in the center of the hangar. 

[color=Lightgreen]"I should have worn higher heels." [/color] She murmured to herself mostly. 

Daphne watched Viktor step up to Origami. The Bulwark voice was doing.....something to her. She wasn't sure what, maybe it was the accent. She adjusted the veil so she could see them better. While she watched them interact she unfolded the fan, which was tied to her left wrist. Daphne softly fanned her face, the veil rustling lightly in the manual breeze.