Of course his parents being the left-wing ‘hippies’ that they were Jack had been gifted with recycled paper books once they had come into being. Before that he would draw on chalkboards, on the pavement, or with paint on big pieces of canvas his father would get from friends. His home had really been the only place the young, blue child had been able to truly express himself and while most Megaminds branched into technological wonders, Jack had been the one to go with art.
It just spoke to him.
“I like y-your use of shading on this one,” he paused her turning the page when he spotted one of a costume. “It, it’s really nice and I like your technique here, the thatching of the m-material.” Jack said quietly. “These ar-are really good, you show a-a lot of promise! D-do you want to do this s-seriously or i-is it more of just a h-hobby?” he asked, glancing up at her before looking back down at the design.
The costume in question was being worn by a tall, lanky young man with long dreadlocks – a trace of shading suggested his skin was supposed to be dark. The main piece of the outfit was a knee-length duster coat, the collar high and marked with an intricate design of leaves and thorns. Under it, Violet had drawn him in a tight black shirt and jungle-camo pants. A bandolier and utility belt were on display, their pouches designed to look like they were made of different types of leaves. All in all, the whole thing suggested a cross between a military commando and a mythical wood sprite.
“It’s … mostly just a hobby,” Violet admitted. “I’ve designed stuff for my friends occasionally, but I’m not sure I want to do it for a career.” She shrugged. “I guess I’m a little afraid that would suck the fun out of it. Besides,” she indicated the drawing, “the kind of stuff I come up with isn’t exactly mainstream taste.”
He nodded, understanding a little as he gave her a questioning look as he lifted the book. Once he could, Jack held it on his lap as he slowly leafed through the pages, looking them over. “W-well somebody’s got to d-design clothes for super heroes…” he admitted, “L-like that doctor I h-heard about who works with heroes and v-villains…” he had over heard about Dr. Valerie but hadn’t met her, at least not yet. Sometimes Metro City felt so small, how word got around about people who stood out of the crowd by what they did with their time.
Or if they had powers.
“I like th-these.” he finally settled on, smiling at some more costume designs, these of a more feminine nature. “For just a h-hobby you’re very good.”
Jack Maple 