AnimeCon Harem Bonus: Auditions (Patreon)
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Okay, I think thats all we need to see. Next, Foxy commanded, drumming his fingertips across the legal pad on the table out of boredom. The Perseus cosplayer from Dice Duelists whod been standing in front of them at the judges table nodded and shuffled off in dejection.
A faint smile played across Foxys handsomely arrogant face. This year hed gone from being the local Mana: the Mastery pariah to one of the esteemed cosplay contest judges, and in a matter of a few hours. All it took was finally cashing in an old favor. Hed always jokingly badgered his buddy Nick to let him stand-in as a judgethis year, it actually happened.
Becoming a someone here at AnimeCon was all about connections, and few people could boast having the influence of Foxy of fucking Loxly. Throughout the years hed won prominent titles in several different gaming tournaments here, including a Mana: the Mastery regional championship, so he was a familiar face in those circles. He was well-known among the established artists alley who regularly bought booths as well, because he was an infamously generous patron; regularly paying extravagant sums for commissioned art.
Honestly, it wasnt any coincidence that his old pal Nick happened to also be a veteran AnimeCon staffer and cosplay contest judge. Each of Foxys carefully hand-chosen cadre of friends was also, in fact, someone of importance in their field of subculture expertise. One was head moderator of one of the largest internet anime fan-forums. Another, the artisan geek famous for running an entire small lab of 3-D printers that produced miniatures and small props. Several of the voice actors and convention guests were on a first-name basis with Foxy, and the AnimeCon afterparty he hosted every year at his hotel room was legendary for featuring several thousand dollars worth of freely flowing liquor.
Ironically, for someone so deeply involved in this fan community, Foxyd never had much of an interest in cosplay, personally. But, after allwasnt becoming a contest judge like this a step above that in the hobby hierarchy, anyways? The awards and titles everyone was vying for were his to dispense, he was the one to determine how much value their hard work constructing a cosplay actually had. Imagining himself lording this borrowed position over these costumed sycophants was so funny to him that Foxy could almost forget there were two other judges.
If you could first give us your name, the character youre cosplaying, and then the series theyre from, Joe rattled off his rote instructions to the slim young girl in the enticing white and black ensemble whod stepped up next.
Hi! That girl gave them a giddy smile and energetically waved both hands at them. My name is Melanie Campbell, and my cosplay name is Neko!
I think uh, well, thats already taken, actually, Joe interrupted, leaning forward. As a cosplay name. Neko is a pretty well-known west-coast cosplayer, for the past... probably seven or eight years? She gets hired by game studios to do cosplays for publicity. I follow her on Nibbler.
Neko is already taken? Melanie all at once looked completely crushed.
Watching the bubbly young teen go from animated enthusiasm to speechlessly despondent in a matter of seconds piqued Foxys interest, and he sat up in his seat as Joe gave the girl a nervous chuckle.
We actually dont require cosplay names, or anything like that, Joe assured her. Just Melanie, is fine.
Kind of a waste, though, Foxy gave the pretty young contestant in front of them a charming grin. How bout Melaneko?
Melaneko?! The new moniker seemed to stun the dark-haired girl, her blue eyes going wide and mouth falling open before she erupted into an enormous enthusiastic smile and jumped in place like shed been given a spike of adrenaline.
Damn, shes a cutie.
Ohmigod, Melaneko! Thats so perfect! Youre like, a genius! Melanie gushed. Melaneko! Melaneko! Oh my god, thank you so much!
You heard her, Joewrite down Melaneko, instead of Melanie, Foxy decided, not failing to notice the unrestrained bounce of Melanies breasts through her costume as she did her excited little dance. Joe actually had seniority over Foxy and Ghost Wine by a pretty large margin, but he was a laid-back guy who simply smiled and penciled over his previous entry.
Moving on, the last judge, Ghost Wine, looked annoyed. Youre Blaire from EMRLD, correct? Did you make the outfit yourself?
Yep! And, well, sorta! Melanie answered with a chipper, unabashed smile. Mom helped fix a few little, uh, mess-ups I made, and then it like, practically came apart when I was in line here when I lost an important pin, or something! But, my friends helped me get it all back together, sohere it is!
Seems like your cosplays been a real adventure, Foxy said, carefully observing her up and down. Nice. Hope shes not underage. She was short-statured and pretty thin, but positively stacked, sporting a ripe pair of tits barely held in by the fabric of her cosplay.
Oh yeah, Melanie nodded energetically. You have no idea!
Well, I think you look great, Foxy praised. How old are you?
I just turned eighteen!
Uh, now wait a minute, here, Ghost Wine bitched, frowning at Foxy and then turning toward Melanie. Im familiar with many variations of Blaire, but all of them have either a large black bow worn on the top of the head, or cat earsand you have neither.
Fuck! Melanie swore, reflexively grabbing at her crown to discover there was nothing there. I mean, uh. Whoops! I think... I maybe left them in my car. I do have cat ears.
Uh-huh, okay, Ghost Wine shook her head. The Filipino judge looked even more aggravated. I think thatll be all, then. Next in line, please?
Now, now, Foxy argued, motioning for Melanie not to leave yet. Its an honest mistake, and shes been through a lot to get this far. I think she looks great, cant you cut her some slack?
Are you fucking serious right now? Ghost Wine hissed at him in a low voice. You veto Sarah Star for Best of Show, you wave away almost every single decent cosplayer in line, and then you want to let her walk the stage? Even cat ears aside, Blaire wears thigh-highs, not sneakers.
Sorry, Melanie apologized, squirming uncomfortably.
Wow. This girl has a sharp sense of hearing.
I did find a pair that was perfect, but they were a little too expensive
Its not fair penalize her for that, Foxy scowled at the other judge. Not everyones made of money, Ghost Wine. Theres a lot more to cosplay than thateveryone has to start somewhere.
Okay, what. What. Ghost Wine slapped her hands on the judging table. You know thats not what I
We dont have to give her an award, but we can at least let her walk on stage, Foxy cut her off. Everyone was a beginner, once. You dont have to be mean to her.
Are you fucking serious?!
Hey, both of youits fine, Joe stood, placating both of them. We have plenty of slots left, still. She can walk. Not a big deal.
Thank you, Joe, Foxy nodded in appreciation.
Whatever, Ghost Wine huffed.
Thank you! Melanie chimed in awkwardly. Joe.
Its fine, the judge sighed, running a finger down the partially filled-in list. Lets put you about halfway through. Youll be number forty, make sure you remember your number.
Thank you so much! Melanie squeaked out, wriggling with excitement again. Forty! Got it. I promise I wont mess up and ruin everything!
Next in line, please, Ghost Wine impatiently called, still pissed off.
Shes got a huge ass for such a little body, too, Foxy thought, watching Melanie leave with appreciation. And unlike Mary, she seems fun. Easy to please. By comparison, the lovely Chinese teen waiting for him in the front row of seats seemed practically frigid. It had been good having her around to showcase his own worth, and she was an exotic pretty face, but this Melanie girl seemed so much more imminently fuckable.
I go by Synn, the next girl introduced herself confidently, this year, Im cosplaying Dmirtir Dhampir, from HellState. She opened her coat slightly to reveal a neatly tailored vest beneath, as well as the dual gunbelts for her pistols.
I spent about a month altering patterns from different regency-era mens clothing so that its both accurate for Dmitri, and fits my exact dimensions, Jordyn continued, slightly turning to show off each hip. The gunbelts, I made out of six different thrift-store belts and assembled using an awl punch and a rivet gun, while the holsters themselves are water-hardenedI shaped them from scrap leather. All of it I then stained, so that it looks like one matching piece. I hand-stitched the
Hate to interrupt, but you have to let us ask the questions, Joe chuckled. Youre definitely good to walk the stage, lets put you at here, youll be number sixty-four.
Sixty-four, Jordyn acknowledged with a smile. Thank you.
Now, as for winning an award, Ghost Wine spoke up, did you make every part of the costume yourself?
I did not, Jordyn faltered slightly, and guiltily slid the pistols out of their holsters to hold them up. Jekyll and Hyde I struggled with, and eventually decided that the most faithful renditions of them would be ordering from a 3-D printer. Theyre the only part of the entire outfitincluding the bootsthat I didnt make by hand.
I dont think we should count them, Foxy mused, enraptured by Jordyns confidence and candor. Its a special case. She was gunning for accuracy, if youll pardon the pun, and you literally cant get any more accurate than a 3-D printed prop using the actual models. You painted them yourself, I assume?
I did! Jordyn flashed a bright smile. Primer, and then a coat of chrome color, followed by a drybrushing of gunmetal gray, and then I used an ink-wash on Hyde, here.
The black girl was stunning, with fine features and a breathy voice that sent a pleasant shiver down Foxys spine. At first, hed been sorry to see she wasnt wearing that skintight blue null suit from Metrazoid from last year, but she was sexy in a whole new way in this getup.
Something about the way she carried herself and the way shed cut the cloth to her dimensions made it seem particularly... classy. The typical HellState vampire cosplayers hed seen were brash young edgelord kids with lousy store-bought costumes, while Synn instead looked legitimate. She captured all the subtle key points in making the outfit peerlessly elegant, and carried herself with a certain poise and bearing that really sold it.
Hmm Joe tapped his chin. Lets say for now that we wont rule you out for the guns, and well make a final consideration after weve seen everyone in line. Sound good?
Agreed, Foxy nodded, flashing Jordyn a grin.
Thats fine, Ghost Wine said, giving Jordyn a small wave and a rare smile. You look great.
Thank you, Jordyn gave a small bow before turning to leave. Sixty-four, correct?
Yep, sixty-four, Joe confirmed. Could we have the next person in line, please?
Oh, no way, Foxy snorted to himself as Brian in his Darkmask costume approached the judges table. It really is a small convention, after all, huh? That pink-haired ditz that was always clinging to his arm was already slinking out the exit the rejected cosplayers left through, as if she was already certain Foxy wasnt going to give her a chance.
Yeah, I dont think so, but nice try. No way. Next!
Wait a minute, wait, stop, Ghost Wine frowned, holding up a hand to indicate Brians Hero hero Haruki minion should remain in place. She turned her glare back towards Foxy again. What exactlys the problem with this one?
I met this guy earlier, Foxy shrugged his shoulders. Its a very obviously store-bought costume, theres a bunch of em wandering around the con just like that. All exactly identical.
No, wait, Fletcher interrupted, trotting up to the judges table. Doesnt he have a helmet?
Yeah? Foxy cast a bored look towards Fletcher and drummed his fingertips across the blank legal pad. So?
None of the other Skullfies I saw going around the convention had a helmet, Fletcher pointed out, pointing to Brians outfit. Or a belt, or anything. Those store-bought ones just have all their details printed out onto fabric zentai-suits.
Fletcher had very clearly seen Brian shuck off the molded plastic helmet to rush over and make sure that pink-haired girl was okayhe even gave up his spot in line to help pick splinters of wood out of the Bradys cosplay. The scene of Brian carefully plucking sharp bits of wood out of the towering shape of the Ogre King had been a big impression on Fletcher, it was like watching the story of Androcles and the Lion unfold before him. Or maybe that Aesops fable that followed after? No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
I still dont see the point in letting him walk, Foxy shrugged. Like I said, theres a bunch of em running already running around the convention.
Theres dozens of Blaire Bellefontes around too, Ghost Wine pointed out. AnimeCons a big convention.
Yeah, alright then, Foxy rolled his eyes and gestured indifferently. Go ahead.
Could we please have your name, the character, and the series? Joe read out his line.
Im Brian, and Im cosplaying a Darkmask, from Hero Hero Haruki.
Did you make every single part of your costume yourself? Foxy challenged.
No. I bought the helmet as a kit from a guy who uses a vacuum-former to
Aha, thats what I thought, Foxy interrupted. You bought it. I think thats all we need to hear, then.
Hows that any different from getting a prop 3-D printed, so that you can have the most accurate piece available? Ghost Wine argued, slapping her legal pad on the table. He looks great. We can at least let him walk.
No, Foxy decided, shaking his head as if that was completely out of the question. I dont think so.
Alright then, Ill try again some other year, Brian remarked casually, stepping back.
Hey, you dont have to Fletcher started to say.
Thank you. Next, please, Foxy called out.
Ghost Wine threw her legal pad at Foxy.
Rather than leaving dispiritedly, however, Brian set his helmet on one of the seats beside Mary in the front row and then remained behind to help the next contestantthe hulking Ogre Kingforward.
Thanks, man Bradys voice drifted out from under the Ogre Kings jaw. Geez, tough judges panel this year, huh?
Youll do fine, Fletcher heard Brian assure the cosplayer.
Uh, you flunked, Brian, you can leave now, Mary taunted.
Um, Brian turned to the judges with an apologetic smile as he assisted Brady up to the table and tugged him to a stop when he was close enough. His friend was helping him move around as a handler, but he had to go, uh there was that issue.
What are you doing in here, anyways? Fletcher addressed Mary in a quiet voice, irked by her terrible attitude.
Uh, Im with Foxy, Mary retorted. So, I can be wherever I want.
Not today, you cant, Fletcher pointed towards the exit. Foxys a stand-in, not a staffer. Get out.
You cant do that, Mary scowled and looked over to Foxy for support. Unfortunately for her, all three of the judges were completely enamored with the Ogre King.
This ones absolutely outstanding, Joe said in admiration. Could we have your name, the character, and the series?
Exactly, now this is a cosplay, Foxy agreed.
My name is Brady, and Im cosplaying Ogre King Jötunn, from Journey to the Western River, the man inside the suit called out, muffled by layers of fabric and foam.
I love the details, Ghost Wine praised. Little bits like the skulls dangling from the fur skirts, the toothy sneer, all the scars, and the pierced ear. You look like you just walked off of a movie set.
Go on, get out of here, Fletcher told Mary again as the judges started asking their questions about the process of construction on the Ogre King build. Youre not staff and youre not entering the contest, so you need to wait outside.
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Who the fuck do you think you are? Mary scowled indignantly at Fletcher. She was standing now, hoping Foxy would notice her predicament and speak up for herbut he was still ignoring her for some stupid Ogre. I wasnt bothering anyone who was actually good enough for the contest! So, whats your big problem?
The thrill and excitement of having Foxy tell off that asshole Brian was already getting ruined. Somehow it had been even more satisfying than watching the two confront each other in a fight, because Foxy was a judge. With barely a wave of his hand and a few words, a position of authority was bestowed upon him, a position of power. Of course Brian was going to lose out; shed been anticipating this since shed first noticed Brian and the dim-witted Stephanie girl were in line for the contest. Too bad Kelly wasnt around to see Brian make this total fool of himself.
But, now this dopey staffer was trying to boss her around like he was in charge. Was he a judge? No. Probably just some stupid dweeb volunteering, whereas Foxy was asked to help fill in for someone. Clearly, Foxy was a talent in demand, while this staff guy just signed up to creep on chicks and go on little power trips like this.
Im leaving, fine, Mary huffed, sending a last look to Foxy, who was still ignoring her. She grabbed the cute hand-stitched bag Foxyd bought her from the artists alley section, making sure to bump the other chair hard enough for Brians helmet to fall over.
The dumb staffer caught it before it hit the ground, and glared at her.
Out. Now.
Rolling her eyes at him, she shook her head and stormed off towards the exit, not bothering to look back towards the judges table. She was still hoping for Foxy to call out to her when her shoe scuffed an errant piece of metal on the carpeted floor.
The fuck? It was an iron bangle of some sort. Too thick to be an earring, and Mary swiped it off the ground as she left. Maybe its worth something.
Mary stumbled, blinded for a moment by the flash of a golden gleam as she walked out. She felt different, as she turned the ring of metal over in her hands. It wasnt goldit was a dull and tarnished iron color. Why am I thinking of gold? Its just metal.
Unlike the classical elements of other ancient cultures, China had always considered metal as one of the few principle elements, just like fire or water. While shed grown up very westernized, how could she not know Taoism and Wu Xing? Her parents were both very business-oriented and favored pretentious antique Chinese art pieces to show off their (otherwise ignored) heritageand the metal element was always featured prominently, using gold.
Wealth, ambition. Power and strength, Mary thought to herself, almost swooning. Yeah, doesnt my Foxy embody all of those metal traits perfectly?
This was all expensive, Mary found herself cheering up at feeling the weight of the cute bag Foxyd bought her, and the Korean box-set of DVDs she carried within it. Thats how much he values me. Im that important to him, hed buy me anything because Im worth it. Foxy was always the right choice, Kelly. Your Brian is dirt, and what I have is REAL gold.
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Im sorry, I didnt quite catch thatcould you speak up? Foxy asked. Bradys voice was muffled quite a bit from deep within the Ogre costume, even after Brian had helped him shuffle even closer to their table.
He said, he used a heat-gun to curve the foam into shape first, then he used a dremel to shape it after that, Brian answered for them.
Thats amazing, Joe said. Ive heard of people using that technique for making foam armor, but Ive never seen it applied to sculpting out muscle like this.
I think we have our AnimeCon Best in Show for this year, Ghost Wine proposed.
Agreed, Foxy nodded.
Yeah, Im marking that down, too, Joe said. Unless someone else in line really blows us away, I think youre taking it, Brady. For now, lets put you at the very end of the line walking onstage, so that you finish out the show.
He says thank you, Brian grinned, bowing on Bradys behalf and turning to help him leave.
Hey, Fletcher called, holding up Brians skull helmet. Dont want to forget this.
Ah, thank you, Brian said, stepping over to accept it.
We can still get you walking on stage for the Contest, Fletcher said in a low voice. Foxys been an asshat.
Thats okay, Brian chuckled. Im not too put out about it. I mostly just entered for fun.
You sure, man? Fletcher asked.
Yeah. I was gonna stick around back there to help Brady up on stage, though, if thats alright.
Thats cool, thank you, Fletcher said appreciatively. Youre already mostly in black, youre practically a stagehand already.
I was a stagehand back in high school, Brian laughed. If you guys ever need help with anything. My best friends mom ran the whole theatre department, and she ran a tight ship.
No kidding? Fletcher looked thoughtful. Ever think about applying to be a staffer, here?
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