Cassandra "scoffs with compassion" Igarashi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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[ It's your favorite person! Perfectly Normal College Professor David Blake, PhD. ]
[ Why, it's her perfectly courteous and not at all strange professional colleague! ]
Professor Blake? What's going on?
Professor Blake? What's going on?
[ Oh, Riptide, she's fine. Just fine. Had to deal with the guy she depises most taking over the city and then saw a head get smashed in, that's all.
...But she feels a little moved to know somebody gives a fuck. ]
It sure fucking was. It still feels like a goddamn nightmare. [ She doesn't feel like elaborating, yet. ]
What were you doing?
...But she feels a little moved to know somebody gives a fuck. ]
It sure fucking was. It still feels like a goddamn nightmare. [ She doesn't feel like elaborating, yet. ]
What were you doing?
Question for you, Ms-Scare-A: do you know much about these "Ambassador" positions? What they do, represent, so on? And if so what can you tell me?
Also, are we the two furthest along? Timing-wise. It'll be useful we both be on the same page about what the others do or don't know yet.
[ Or do or don't need to know, but... frankly, that's murkier. ]
Also, are we the two furthest along? Timing-wise. It'll be useful we both be on the same page about what the others do or don't know yet.
[ Or do or don't need to know, but... frankly, that's murkier. ]
[ Is Baal...coming to her for advice? Oh, god, she's the most informed person in the Pantheon, isn't she. God. Fuck. ]
They're exactly what they sound like- they represent the imPorts in the city they're in, work with the government, etcetera etcetera. I don't know any of them personally. But you're not seriously thinking about running after being here for a week, are you? What are you going to run on, the ability to shoot lightning? [ You're supposed to be somewhat tolerable, Baal! C'mon!! ]
We are. Dio's from the same day as us, technically, but. You know. [ He's only off by a few hours, but...it was only Cass who knew everything that happened that day. ] What else do you need to know? I told everyone about who died- it's only Woden who doesn't know. And for good fucking reason.
They're exactly what they sound like- they represent the imPorts in the city they're in, work with the government, etcetera etcetera. I don't know any of them personally. But you're not seriously thinking about running after being here for a week, are you? What are you going to run on, the ability to shoot lightning? [ You're supposed to be somewhat tolerable, Baal! C'mon!! ]
We are. Dio's from the same day as us, technically, but. You know. [ He's only off by a few hours, but...it was only Cass who knew everything that happened that day. ] What else do you need to know? I told everyone about who died- it's only Woden who doesn't know. And for good fucking reason.
Woden wanted me to tell you that he has a dildo finger.
[ Baphomet.
Why. ]
I can't tell if you're fucking with me, if he's fucking with me, or if I'm literally in hell now and haven't realized it yet.
Why. ]
I can't tell if you're fucking with me, if he's fucking with me, or if I'm literally in hell now and haven't realized it yet.
[ It's late evening when Rex calls. His voice sounds even and level but that's to someone who's never spoken to him; Cassandra knows what he sounds like when he's calm. Now, he speaks carefully controlled rage, and she's about to learn exactly why. ]
Hello, Cassandra. I got a visitor this evening I figure you might want to speak with before I call the authorities on breaking in and entering and attempted first-degree murder of a minor charges.
It's Woden.
Hello, Cassandra. I got a visitor this evening I figure you might want to speak with before I call the authorities on breaking in and entering and attempted first-degree murder of a minor charges.
It's Woden.
[ She'd picked up the call while half-asleep- despite her claims of ultra-responsibility, she's not very good at resting- and, for a moment, Cass thinks she's started dreaming.
But, no, she's not. She knew something was up the moment Rex started speaking. And of fucking course this would be her luck. Rex may hear her starting to stammer for a moment before she gets words out, her voice raised. ]
Wh- What the fuck happened!? What are you talking about? [ As she speaks, she starts processing what he's really said. ] Who'd he attack?
But, no, she's not. She knew something was up the moment Rex started speaking. And of fucking course this would be her luck. Rex may hear her starting to stammer for a moment before she gets words out, her voice raised. ]
Wh- What the fuck happened!? What are you talking about? [ As she speaks, she starts processing what he's really said. ] Who'd he attack?
[ Oh, it's definitely an inconvenient time, because she's half-asleep trying to finish a book in her room. The sound of her communicator jolts her back into consciousness, but not happily. ]
Riptide? [ Doesn't he usually text? She's grumbling, clearly displeased. ] What's going on?
Riptide? [ Doesn't he usually text? She's grumbling, clearly displeased. ] What's going on?
[ There's a solid ten minutes before Jaime gets a response, Cass having been 75% of the way to passing out after doing research for most of the day, and also because she has no idea what the fuck brought this on. ]
You weren't?
You weren't?
hey. are you still going after lachesis?
cause i think we have another problem.
cause i think we have another problem.
The ARG crap on the Majority Report? I saw. And I don't like what it means.
Because even if she's not here, why's OTO using her? Like they don't want to off us enough.
Because even if she's not here, why's OTO using her? Like they don't want to off us enough.
[ Hange...she gets why you're doing this, but it still gets a raised eyebrow. ]
...Yeah, right. [ If Hange listens close, she can hear Cass sipping what's probably her fourth cup of coffee. ] Look, Hange, there's a ton of...warriors and soldiers and whatever the hell here. Magic people. Maybe one of them has enough experience with spontaneous plant growth to give you some sort of idea.
...Yeah, right. [ If Hange listens close, she can hear Cass sipping what's probably her fourth cup of coffee. ] Look, Hange, there's a ton of...warriors and soldiers and whatever the hell here. Magic people. Maybe one of them has enough experience with spontaneous plant growth to give you some sort of idea.
I was thinking of texting you. Congrats on not having to worry about him if you get Ported out, apparently.
Are you alright, though? Seriously.
Are you alright, though? Seriously.
[ Rex feels like shit.
As it turns out, it doesn't take a whole lot to make what he's built his world around crumble. All it takes is the machinations of one man to ruin everything that they've worked so hard to preserve, to shatter what tentative happiness that they've created - and if that's the way Rex feels as accustomed to death and tragedy as he is, with no experience with the man himself, he imagines that Cassandra feels the weight far more keenly than he does. Which is why he doesn't warn her before simply showing up, knowing that sometimes people like Cassandra need others to assert themselves before they can push them away.
His intent is to take Cassandra out to get some fresh air but in case he's unsuccessful, he's brought along that bottle of hard liquor that he's kept stowed away in a cupboard above the stove for situations just like this, safe and sound in his pack. He knocks. ]
Cassandra? It's Rex.
[ She'd better let him in, because he's damn well not leaving until he gets a chance to speak with her. ]
As it turns out, it doesn't take a whole lot to make what he's built his world around crumble. All it takes is the machinations of one man to ruin everything that they've worked so hard to preserve, to shatter what tentative happiness that they've created - and if that's the way Rex feels as accustomed to death and tragedy as he is, with no experience with the man himself, he imagines that Cassandra feels the weight far more keenly than he does. Which is why he doesn't warn her before simply showing up, knowing that sometimes people like Cassandra need others to assert themselves before they can push them away.
His intent is to take Cassandra out to get some fresh air but in case he's unsuccessful, he's brought along that bottle of hard liquor that he's kept stowed away in a cupboard above the stove for situations just like this, safe and sound in his pack. He knocks. ]
Cassandra? It's Rex.
[ She'd better let him in, because he's damn well not leaving until he gets a chance to speak with her. ]
[ Cassandra is in a very certain mood; she feels like her brain was sitting in a car that just abruptly hit a brick wall. In the last two weeks she's dealt with the fake gods, with at least one friend dying, with realizing who Woden is (she trusted him the absolute fuck), and then with this abrupt move, the kind of thing she'd meant to do for a while and now felt she had to.
She hadn't accumulated much since she got here; she was never the type for fancy furniture and needless accessories. That doesn't change that it's all still boxed up, and when Rex knocks she's sitting at the kitchen table doing...nothing at all. Suddenly she couldn't think about anything. And it was the worst kind of feeling, knowing you should be doing something and feeling like you can't even get up.
Luckily Rex's knock breaks her out of the stupor- though his sudden entrance makes her more frantic than pleasantly surprised. She rushes to the door and opens it up somewhat breathlessly, in the kind of way that someone who's barely processed what's happening moves. ]
What's going on? [ She says, utterly serious, her eyes not noticing the liquor until she's done speaking. ]
She hadn't accumulated much since she got here; she was never the type for fancy furniture and needless accessories. That doesn't change that it's all still boxed up, and when Rex knocks she's sitting at the kitchen table doing...nothing at all. Suddenly she couldn't think about anything. And it was the worst kind of feeling, knowing you should be doing something and feeling like you can't even get up.
Luckily Rex's knock breaks her out of the stupor- though his sudden entrance makes her more frantic than pleasantly surprised. She rushes to the door and opens it up somewhat breathlessly, in the kind of way that someone who's barely processed what's happening moves. ]
What's going on? [ She says, utterly serious, her eyes not noticing the liquor until she's done speaking. ]
I'm going to guess you mean about Woden? Mostly circumstantial bullshit that only matters if you know where to look. But there was also the cocaine.
Who's asking?
Who's asking?
[ She's automatically inclined to worry about him, these days, especially knowing he plays his own problems down often. That inclination might be obvious in her response. ]
Hey, what's up? Are you okay?
Hey, what's up? Are you okay?
Do you actually think I can work my way through this shit right now?
cassandra? it's utena again. i'm sorry, but can i ask a favor?
[ With Utena, she's inclined to worry- she still associates the girl with Woden, after all. But she's also inclined to help her out. ]
Assuming it's within reason. What's going on?
Assuming it's within reason. What's going on?
[ Cassandra practically feels like framing this.
...Being a sort-of-aunt is weird. (Is that what she is?)
Because of her incredibly shitty sleep schedule, Casandra finds the card fairly soon after he slips it into the room. A few minutes later, she steps out to track him down. ]
Martin? Hey.
[ She's still got things to give him, after all. ]
...Being a sort-of-aunt is weird. (Is that what she is?)
Because of her incredibly shitty sleep schedule, Casandra finds the card fairly soon after he slips it into the room. A few minutes later, she steps out to track him down. ]
Martin? Hey.
[ She's still got things to give him, after all. ]
what are you doing for new years
thats a hypothetical question dont answer it
just cancel
youre coming out drinking with ruka and i
thats a hypothetical question dont answer it
just cancel
youre coming out drinking with ruka and i
Oh--here.
[he nearly forgot, but just before sitting down, Martin went back and got the seasonings Cass bought specifically for this particular lunch. she seems...very determined to expand palettes in this house of oatmeal and cheese.
he hesitates at the back of his chair.] Do I need to get anything else?
[he nearly forgot, but just before sitting down, Martin went back and got the seasonings Cass bought specifically for this particular lunch. she seems...very determined to expand palettes in this house of oatmeal and cheese.
he hesitates at the back of his chair.] Do I need to get anything else?
Nah, you're good.
[ Cassandra's determined to introduce Rex and Martin to the concept of "other foods", but she's starting small. Mostly because she's not actually good at cooking anything outside of the dishes of the average college student. So she's just making a fairly standard stew- beef, potatoes, that sort of thing. The seasoning's so it's not too close to...what she expects Martin is used to already. ]
It's not much, but it'll last for a few meals. Presumably. [ Yeah, she may be unused even to making a basic stew. ] You know, I don't know how you both don't try to eat more than a few basic dishes.
[ She didn't mean to put it that harshly. But...she doesn't realize that was more than she meant to say yet, either. ]
[ Cassandra's determined to introduce Rex and Martin to the concept of "other foods", but she's starting small. Mostly because she's not actually good at cooking anything outside of the dishes of the average college student. So she's just making a fairly standard stew- beef, potatoes, that sort of thing. The seasoning's so it's not too close to...what she expects Martin is used to already. ]
It's not much, but it'll last for a few meals. Presumably. [ Yeah, she may be unused even to making a basic stew. ] You know, I don't know how you both don't try to eat more than a few basic dishes.
[ She didn't mean to put it that harshly. But...she doesn't realize that was more than she meant to say yet, either. ]
[hey, this is in public. archie's come across cassandra in a coffee shop. same company they first met in, actually.
he's got his own order, and is walking out when he sees her in the line and smiles, lifting a hand to wave.
theeen the tmi happens. he opens his mouth and out comes a very inelegant wail.]
--Oh my gooo-ooood! [he cries, slapping a hand to his face, crying suddenly. what the fuck? this is terrible! people are staring! run, cass!]
he's got his own order, and is walking out when he sees her in the line and smiles, lifting a hand to wave.
theeen the tmi happens. he opens his mouth and out comes a very inelegant wail.]
--Oh my gooo-ooood! [he cries, slapping a hand to his face, crying suddenly. what the fuck? this is terrible! people are staring! run, cass!]
[ Things are already bad enough for Cassandra. She's said more than enough awkward things just in the last day, and she was hoping to hole up in some corner of the local library and not talk to anyone for the next 24 hours.
So she's not upset to see Archie, but she's not going to immediately give him anything more than a wave...until he starts crying. God, what's this about?
She's not the touchy type, but she immediately runs behind Archie and starts steering him toward the door. ] Oh-kay, come on, let's figure out what the fuck this is about...
So she's not upset to see Archie, but she's not going to immediately give him anything more than a wave...until he starts crying. God, what's this about?
She's not the touchy type, but she immediately runs behind Archie and starts steering him toward the door. ] Oh-kay, come on, let's figure out what the fuck this is about...
On the adoption shit, I'm assuming? Yeah.
[ That said, it's not normal for Andy to call her out of the blue. What's the deal here...? ]
What about it?
[ That said, it's not normal for Andy to call her out of the blue. What's the deal here...? ]
What about it?
Hello, Cassandra.
Are you busy? I would like to speak to you about an important matter.
Are you busy? I would like to speak to you about an important matter.
I mean, I’m always busy, but that doesn’t mean you can’t.
[ She still worries about Haru sometimes, after all, even if the girl’s fairly capable. ]
What’s going on?
[ She still worries about Haru sometimes, after all, even if the girl’s fairly capable. ]
What’s going on?
No, Riptide, I don’t want to talk about it. So why are you bringing it up?
Hey, have you been paying attention to the network?
Something is happening that I think the group should know about.
In case you are not noticing, things are showing up, and people here, not imports, but natives, are remembering them as if they were always here.
Something is happening that I think the group should know about.
In case you are not noticing, things are showing up, and people here, not imports, but natives, are remembering them as if they were always here.
Of course I am. That’s what I was making that post about- but people kept being dipshits anyway, and now we’ve got MORE to deal with.
Truly it never ends.
[ Yes, she is frustrated. ]
Truly it never ends.
[ Yes, she is frustrated. ]
Umh...
[it's very strange to see a ceiling of all things, when the last thing he'd been properly looking at was sky. the rest was a mess, though: some kind of explosive, feverish montage of shapes, colors, and sensations that all came crashing down on him in a confusing blast, and now...this.
he feels pretty awful, too! that residual stinging of a body in distress, still quietly laboring to regulate from the trauma of the mis-conjure; it feels weird to just turn on his side and peer around where he's at -- weirder still to see--]
Cass...?
[it's very strange to see a ceiling of all things, when the last thing he'd been properly looking at was sky. the rest was a mess, though: some kind of explosive, feverish montage of shapes, colors, and sensations that all came crashing down on him in a confusing blast, and now...this.
he feels pretty awful, too! that residual stinging of a body in distress, still quietly laboring to regulate from the trauma of the mis-conjure; it feels weird to just turn on his side and peer around where he's at -- weirder still to see--]
Cass...?
[ Upon hearing his voice, Cassandra- who had gotten him into his bed using her powers and has been sitting in a chair next to him- jerks up. She's been sitting there, tired and a still quite shaken, distractedly staring off into space. Mostly she'd been thinking about what she'd have done if Bodhi hadn't shown up, and...well, she's not sure. And she doesn't like that she's not.
In any case, though she doesn't look it, she's relieved to hear him speak. She sits up and leans forward a little, studying him, trying to make sure he's not still too hurt. ]
Hey- hey. Yeah, it's me. How are you feeling?
In any case, though she doesn't look it, she's relieved to hear him speak. She sits up and leans forward a little, studying him, trying to make sure he's not still too hurt. ]
Hey- hey. Yeah, it's me. How are you feeling?
Hello,
May I bother you with a question for a moment? I recall previously you had offered to help me in understanding things about this world. If that offer is no longer on the table, however, please disregard.
May I bother you with a question for a moment? I recall previously you had offered to help me in understanding things about this world. If that offer is no longer on the table, however, please disregard.
It’s still on the table. I might come in and out, I’m kind of busy, but I’m here.
[ Well, that’s partially because she’s been feeling especially tired, but no one can know that. ]
What’s going on?
[ Well, that’s partially because she’s been feeling especially tired, but no one can know that. ]
What’s going on?
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