hand.'
Teeth were turning out to be a special problem. We had hoped to find some of the rubber fangs so prevalent in the Bazaar novelty stores to aid in our disguises. Unfortunately, none of the shops in Blut had them. The closest thing they had in stock, according to Vilhelm, were rubber sets of human teeth designed to fit over fangs. The vampire assured us that locally they were considered quite frightening. Faced by this unforeseen shortage, we were resorting to using tooth-black to blacken all our teeth except the canines for a close approximation of the vampires we were trying to imitate. When we tried it out, it wasn't a bad effect, but the actual application was causing countless problems. When one tried to apply the stuff on oneself without a mirror, it was difficult to get the right teeth, and if one called on one's friends for assistance, one rapidly found that said friend was soon possessed by an overpowering impulse to paint one's tongue black instead of the teeth.
'I don't like this cloak,' Guido announced, grabbing my arm. 'I want to wear my trench coat.'
'Vampires don't wear trench coats,' I said firmly. 'Besides, the cloak really looks great on you. Makes you look… I don't know, debonair but menacing.'
'Yeah?' he retorted skeptically, craning his neck to try to see himself.
'You think you've got problems?' Massha burst in. 'Look at what I'm supposed to wear! I'll trade your cloak for this rig any day.'
As you might have noticed, the team was having more than a little difficulty adapting to their disguises. Massha in particular was rebelling against her costume.
After having been floated over our escape like a balloon over a parade, we feared that she would be one of the most immediately recognizable of our group. As such, we not only dyed her garish orange hair, we insisted that her new costume cover as much of her as possible. To this end, Vilhelm had found a dress he called a 'moo-moo,' a name which did nothing toward endearing the garment to my apprentice.
'I mean, really. High Roller,' she said, backing me toward a corner. 'Isn't it bad enough that half the town's seen me as a blimp? Tell me I don't have to be a cow-cow now.'
'Honest, Massha,' Vilhelm put in. 'The style is fairly popular here in Blut. A lot of the ladies wear it who are… that is, are a bit…'
'Fat!?'
She loomed over the little vampire.
'Is that the word you're groping for, Short and About To Become Extinct?'
'Let's face it, dear,' Tananda said, coming to the rescue. 'You are carrying a little extra weight there. Believe me, if there's one time you can't kid yourself about your body, it's when you're donning costumes. If anything, that outfit makes you look a little slimmer.'
'Don't try to kid a kidder, sweetie,' Massha sighed. 'But you're right about the costuming thing. This thing is so drab, though. First I'm a blimp, and now I'm an army tent.'
'Now that I'll agree with,' Tananda nodded. 'Trust a man to find a drab mu-mu. Tell you what. There's a scarf I was going to use for a belt, but maybe you could wear it around your neck.'
I was afraid that last crack would touch off another explosion, but Massha took it as a helpful suggestion and the two of them went off in search of other possible adornments.
'Got a minute, partner?'
From the tone of Aahz's voice, I knew the moment I had been dreading had arrived.
Chumley didn't have to worry about a disguise at all, as trolls were not uncommon in this dimension. Tananda also insisted that she looked enough like a vampire to pass with only minimal modifications. I hadn't seen any vampires with green hair, but she claimed that she had, so, as always, I yielded to her greater experience in these matters. I was also on the 'minimal disguise' list, everyone agreeing that no one in Blut had gotten enough of a look at me to fix the image in their mind. While I wasn't wild about being so unmemorable, I went along with it… especially when I saw what Guido and Massha were going through. The problems with those two notables have already been mentioned troublesome, but not insurmountable. Then there was Aahz…
'Is there something wrong?' I asked innocently.
'You bet your dragon there's something wrong!' my partner snarled. 'And don't try to play innocent with me! It didn't work when you were my apprentice, and it sure isn't going to work now.'
Aahz's disguise had presented us with some knotty problems. Not only was he the most wanted member of our party, he was also easily the most distinctive. After the trial and his time in jail, it was doubtful that there was a single citizen of Blut who wouldn't recognize him on sight. I mean, there just aren't that many scaly green demons wandering around any dimension… except possibly his home dimension of Perv. It was therefore decided… almost unanimously… that not only would we change my partner's color with make-up, but that it would also be necessary to change his sex.
'Does this, perchance, have something to do with your disguise?' I inquired, trying to keep a straight face.
'Yes, it has something to do with my disguise,' he mimicked, 'and, so help me, partner or no, if you let that smile get away, I'll punch your lights out. Understand?' With a great effort I sucked my cheeks in and bit my lower lip.
'Seriously, though,' he said, almost pleading, 'a joke's a joke, but you don't really expect me to go out in public looking like this, do you?'
In addition to the aforementioned make-up, Aahz's disguise required a dress and a wig. Because of the size of his head (a problem Vilhelm had wisely down-played as much as possible) the selection of wigs available had been understandably small. In fact, the only available in his size was a number called 'Lady Go-GoDiva,' which involved a high blonde beehive style offset by a long ponytail that hung down to his knees. Actually, the ponytail turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as the dark blue dress Vilhelm had selected for my partner turned out to have an exceptionally low neckline, and the hair draped over his shoulder helped hide the problem we had finding ample or suitable material to stuff his bosom with.
'As my wise old mentor once told me when I was faced with a similar dilemma,' I said sagely, 'what does it matter what people think of you? They aren't supposed to know it's you, anyway. That's the whole idea of a disguise.'
'But this get-up is humiliating!'
'My words precisely when someone else I could name deemed it necessary for me to dress up as a girl, remember?'
'You're enjoying this, aren't you?' Aahz glowered, peering at me suspiciously.
'Well, there are a couple of other options,' I admitted.
'That's more like it!' he grinned, reaching for his wig.
'You could stay behind…'
His hand stopped just short of its mission.
'… or we could forget the whole thing and pay the fine ourselves.'
The hand retreated as my partner's shoulders sagged in defeat. I felt no joy at the victory. If anything, I had been half hoping he would be embarrassed enough to take me up on my suggestion of abandoning the project. I should have known better. When there's money involved, it takes more than embarrassment to throw Aahz off the scent… whether the embarrassment is his own or someone else's.
'All right, everybody,'- I called, hiding my disappointment. 'Are we ready to go?'
'Remember your sunglasses!' Tananda added.
That was the final touch to our disguises. To hide our non-red eyes, each of us donned a pair of sunglasses. Surveying the final result, I had to admit that aside from Tananda and Chumley, we didn't look like us. Exactly what we did look like I wouldn't venture to say, but we sure didn't look like us!
'Okay,' Aahz chimed in, his discomfort apparently behind him. 'Does everyone have their marching orders? Vilhelm? Are you sure you can track us on that thing?'
'No problem,' the little vampire nodded. 'When things get slow around here I use this rig to do a little window peeking right here in town. Covering the streets is even easier.'
'Remember,' I told him, 'watch for our signal. When we catch up with this Vic character, we're going to want you to get some responsible local witnesses there chop-chop.'
'Well now,' Aahz grinned evilly, 'you don't have to be too quick about it. I wouldn't mind having a little time alone with him before we turn him over to the authorities.'
