Some carried the scraps of silk cloth from my work on the costumes: The masks I’d made as trial runs, the belts and straps. As with the silk that drifted in the air, they were caught by the blades rather than being cut.
Ooh, larger patches to really mess him up!
Mannequin soon had a dark blur whirling around his upper body.
Sweet!
Other bugs packed the remainder of my costume design supplies. Tubes of paint were rigid enough to be cut by the blades, creating small, wet, colorful explosions. A large bottle of glue made its way to my hand, and I hurried to tear off the lid before a large group of bugs carted it off to him, holding it upside-down over his head so streams of the stuff could spill onto his head and shoulders.
That’s a really bad shampoo you’re using there, Mannequin!
Man, he’s going to be such a colorful mess once Taylor is done.
Packages of dye were torn in half by his blades, expanding into clouds of black, brown, gray and lavender powder, sticking to any liquid on him, filling every gap to highlight the hidden slots for his weaponry and the seams where everything fit together.
Ooh, that’s helpful too!
Especially if part of the goal is to locate the seams and get something through them.
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