Hange Cosplay Novels & Stories

"I'll say. They're going to a club full of weird teenagers right now." "What do you mean a club with weird teenagers?" "Yeah, they go to a club that requires every visitor to wear certain clothes that can disguise their identity." "Ah, you mean the cosplayer club?" said Randall. "What is a close-player club?" Jace frowned even more. Mike and Randall looked at each other like idiots when they heard Jace's question. Rain was standing in front of the club entrance in a Princess Jasmine outfit that was transparent in some parts. Beside her was Benjamin, wearing a pirate costume with a blindfold.

Jessica’s P.O.V “What’s your…who are you wearing?” Over the upbeat music spilling from the speakers, I almost knocked my drink to the ground as the tiny voice behind me startled me. “I don’t know who this is?” “Hi, birthday girl.” I smiled, ignoring the red stain on the gold color chlamys which was draped around my body and clipped on my shoulders. Beneath the chlamys was a pure white chiton that hugged my every curve. With the golden leaf tiara on my head and golden bracelets around my arms and ankles, it should be easy to realize who I was cosplaying but I guess Mina didn’t know.

I said, fumbling for tissues in my bag while still holding the candy. A large hand took the candy from me. Assuming it was Wendy, I thanked her and started wiping the stained area. The person was cosplaying as No-Face, wearing a long black cloak that was easy to clean. "Sweetie, it's clean now," Wendy called from beside me, casually eating her candy and handing me a fresh stick of candied haws. I thought it was the one that had touched No-Face and was about to wrap it in a tissue to throw away later.

Harvey frowned before thinking about the situation. “Did you find out who the woman was?” Arlet hesitated momentarily. “I did try. I also got the six Hermit Families to help… “But we couldn’t figure out who she was. “That said, she wore traditional clothing. The people around her were the same, with swords hanging on their waists. They looked completely out of place compared to everyone else. “Many people do cosplay nowadays, but I don’t think that’s the case here. “The woman’s name was Kora, I think.”

Hane was probably in- That thought was left hanging when I sighted the figure behind June. It was her. It was Hane with June's personal maid beside her, but that wasn't who I cared about. "Hane?" I had never been more shocked. Obviously it was Hane, but she looked so- different. She was wearing an orange gown that lay a few inches below her butt and showed an awful amount of her cleavage. Her hair was packed in a hurried bun and what was that between her index finger and middle finger, a stick of cigarette.

The drinks are green, red, and black. I wear the DC character supervillain Harley Quinn costume with wigs because Bash did not agree to dye my hair while Bash wears a Daredevil costume with a masked horn head. “Shouldn’t you two wear at least a match costume?” Ryker asks. I think he’s Edward Cullen tonight with a thick foundation to look pale and red contact lens. “Ryker!” I launch myself to hug him. He laughs. “Easy there, Harley. Our last encounter wasn’t pleasant. You don’t wanna make this party a real Halloween, do you?”

Halloween week at Fantasy Island meant themed costumes, and Madam Fantasy had been clear: go big or go home. I adjusted my mask in the mirror. Black and silver, covering the top half of my face, with small silver chains that dangled near my temples. The mask was my safety. My shield. Without it, I was just Jane Puckett, broke college student. With it, I was Jailbird, whoever the hell I wanted to be. The dressing room smelled like hairspray and body glitter. Keiko was beside me, dressed as Catwoman, her mask sleek and minimal. Cammie had gone full Harley Quinn, complete with a baseball bat covered in rhinestones.

He mocked, "Hey, Hilda! I thought commander locked you up at home since you didn't come to work today!" Hilda wound down her car window to reveal a cold and beautiful face. Dressed in a black skin tight battle suit, she wore a black helmet and brought a black electric rod with her. This appearance of hers invited another round of ridicule from Rex. "Wow! Will you be fighting or attending a comic con? Who are you cosplaying as?" "What's wrong? Do you have any objections to this?" A deep male voice spoke from inside her car, catching Rex off guard and startling him so much that his lollipop fell out.

Then they started to style the hair, wrapping it in intricate designs using human bones as hair clips and hair claws. Hazel was not the least bothered about their choice of hair ornaments. She already had human blood on her and most likely had consumed it in one of her meals. She was starting to gradually fit into the norms of this realm. When they were done, Hazel looked like a princess of death. Her makeup was just as intricate and perfect as the rest of her body. The palette used for her makeup consisted of only two colors–white and black. The white was the white powder that was applied to her face causing her already pale skin to look paler and more like a dead person.

Hanzo explains, placing a towel on the counter then begins to pull clothes out of the bag. “Looks like Hana picked some nice clothes out,” he mentions holding up an olive-green flowy dress that looks comfortable. Most of the clothes he pulls out are swoop neck tank tops similar to Hanzo’s and shorts or jeans with a couple flowy dresses that are fitted at the bust.