Cassandra "scoffs with compassion" Igarashi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
queenofseers) wrote2018-02-02 10:02 am
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Maybe it would be better to leave you ignorant... than all this knowledge would be safe with me...
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?
Hey! [ Come on, Hange, she knows what you're trying to do. ] This is no time to- I don't know, tease me! This is way too important for that!
Can you just agree to figure out some responsible way to handle this? Before I see a news report about someone murdering people with your plants?
Can you just agree to figure out some responsible way to handle this? Before I see a news report about someone murdering people with your plants?
I'm not teasing you, I'm genuinely reconsidering this. [... which is actually true in this case.]
Have a restful evening, Cass.
Have a restful evening, Cass.
aion
that's the name he gave me, at least. my real name's utena. utena tenjou.
[She hates that name now. She hates everything it represents. But as much as it makes her skin crawl, it was still her name, if only for a little while]
that's the name he gave me, at least. my real name's utena. utena tenjou.
[She hates that name now. She hates everything it represents. But as much as it makes her skin crawl, it was still her name, if only for a little while]
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Then why would you tell me?!
[ Fuck, Hange, sometimes she thinks she gets you, and sometimes she realizes she doesn't at all. ]
Fine! Fine. Good night, Hange.
[ Fuck, Hange, sometimes she thinks she gets you, and sometimes she realizes she doesn't at all. ]
Fine! Fine. Good night, Hange.
[ Ah, hell. Despite all the feelings that brings up for her- anger, disgust, in some ways defeat- her experiences with the "fake gods" have made her want to stick her neck out for them, despite that. Utena deserves something, as much as the rest of them do. ]
That explains that.
Basically? Woden just happened to show up to kidnap someone while they were waiting in Blake's office. He told people he was going to be gone for the week. He had files of every one of you "gods" on his computer, in advance, and then some. Not to mention some shit I already knew about him that didn't make sense anymore.
You can come see it, if you want. I'm not sure how much you'd get out of it, but you've got the chance if you want it.
That explains that.
Basically? Woden just happened to show up to kidnap someone while they were waiting in Blake's office. He told people he was going to be gone for the week. He had files of every one of you "gods" on his computer, in advance, and then some. Not to mention some shit I already knew about him that didn't make sense anymore.
You can come see it, if you want. I'm not sure how much you'd get out of it, but you've got the chance if you want it.
is it bad if i say that i DON'T want to see it? just thinking about him spying on us makes me sick
but i can't ignore it either. and if he tries to start any crap again then i NEED to know what he knows.
i guess what i mean is: what's a good time to meet up with you?
but i can't ignore it either. and if he tries to start any crap again then i NEED to know what he knows.
i guess what i mean is: what's a good time to meet up with you?
[ That thought process reminds her of herself, a bit; her stomach churns, but for once it's because she can relate. ]
For this? Any time's fine. [ She barely sleeps, after all. ] I live in Maurtia Falls, in the apartment housing. You need any more directions than that?
For this? Any time's fine. [ She barely sleeps, after all. ] I live in Maurtia Falls, in the apartment housing. You need any more directions than that?
I'm not being dramatic, [ Rex says, rolling his eyes, trying to make less of it than it is. Really, this is why he hadn't said it in the first place, and now he wishes he hadn't been so reflexively honest. To get dismissed so handily is just embarrassing, not that he had expected anything else. ] I hardly have any other frame of reference.
[ It's easier to downplay it, even if he does care about her nearly as much as he cares about many of his brothers. It's not purely dishonest either; what do ordinary people do for one another after they undergo trauma? It's only natural to go to someone, to provide conversation and solace, to provide some handy hidden contraband, human contact, make sure that they eat and drink and that their bunk is kept in order for them. He can't think of what else one would do.
Maybe most of them just ignore it. That's what the Jedi seem to do. Somehow, Rex doesn't think that his Jedi, as much as he likes and respects them, are a good example of that sort of thing. ]
...Lo mein's fine.
[ It's easier to downplay it, even if he does care about her nearly as much as he cares about many of his brothers. It's not purely dishonest either; what do ordinary people do for one another after they undergo trauma? It's only natural to go to someone, to provide conversation and solace, to provide some handy hidden contraband, human contact, make sure that they eat and drink and that their bunk is kept in order for them. He can't think of what else one would do.
Maybe most of them just ignore it. That's what the Jedi seem to do. Somehow, Rex doesn't think that his Jedi, as much as he likes and respects them, are a good example of that sort of thing. ]
...Lo mein's fine.
just your apt #. other than that i'm good. see you tonight?
Here, I'll just send you the address. It's one of the individual ones. [ And then she sends Utena an image she appears to have screencapped for reference, because she's that sort of efficient. As in she has other things to worry about than...typing her address. ]
I'll see you, yeah. Anything else I should know?
I'll see you, yeah. Anything else I should know?
[ She wants to tell him that that isn't good, to know how to process only a certain type of relationship; but she doesn't feel like fighting him right now. She feels awful in a new way, suddenly. Someone thinks of her this highly and she just acts like a total fuckwad. She keeps doing this. She's always doing this. It makes her want to lie down, not think about this, about anything.
But she wanted to do that before Rex walked in, too. She'd just never let it happen. ]
I'll order it. You're the guest. [ And she's going to be firm about that before he steps in and says he's going to pay. ] You sure you don't want anything else?
[ She's not looking at him. It's not usual for her, to give up so easily, and it nags at her. ]
But she wanted to do that before Rex walked in, too. She'd just never let it happen. ]
I'll order it. You're the guest. [ And she's going to be firm about that before he steps in and says he's going to pay. ] You sure you don't want anything else?
[ She's not looking at him. It's not usual for her, to give up so easily, and it nags at her. ]
other than the fact that he's been a fucking creep ever since he met me? not really
anyway thanks for the address. see you later
[And true to her word, Utena shows up at her door later that night, and gives a short knock. She's a tall girl, dressed in some baggy hand-me-downs, and while she's in her mid-teens she could pass herself off as older... then again, that might just be because of how tired she looks right now]
anyway thanks for the address. see you later
[And true to her word, Utena shows up at her door later that night, and gives a short knock. She's a tall girl, dressed in some baggy hand-me-downs, and while she's in her mid-teens she could pass herself off as older... then again, that might just be because of how tired she looks right now]
[ Cass grimaces when she opens the door. It's not Utena's fault- it's Woden's. Even if Utena looks older than she may be, Cass knows she's a younger girl, and exactly the type Woden would have been an absolute creep to.
That's enough to immediately make her feel a little sick. As if most everything about Woden didn't do that already. ]
Hey. [ She glances around. She doesn't really expect anything suspicious about Utena, nor was she expecting the girl to be followed or anything, but...this topic puts her on guard. She waves a hand towards the inside of the house as she speaks. ] Come on.
That's enough to immediately make her feel a little sick. As if most everything about Woden didn't do that already. ]
Hey. [ She glances around. She doesn't really expect anything suspicious about Utena, nor was she expecting the girl to be followed or anything, but...this topic puts her on guard. She waves a hand towards the inside of the house as she speaks. ] Come on.
[ This, at least, he can answer. ]
Ah... get some beef and broccoli as well as some form of vegetable. I eat a lot.
[ That's an understatement. If not for good manners, he can inhale an entire container of Lo Mein on his own - and that's on a good day. When particularly famished, he can pack away a lot more.
He had been expecting her to needle at him more than that. She must really not be feeling well. He cleans the rest of the dishes in relative silence as Cassandra orders and, true to his word, he's finished going through all of her dishes and silverware in that short period of time. Even so, he dallies at the sink, wiping his hands off on one of the paper towels she had sitting on the counter, considering what to say, how to improve upon matters. He suspects he was not of as much help as he wanted to be, but he should have expected that cultural differences would get between them. ]
How do you do it, then?
[ It seems a brusque, abrupt question, though Cassandra may know him well enough to know that it isn't; he's simply the sort to ruminate on a single subject for far longer than others do, and to continue the conversation as though the other party had been thinking on it as well. ]
Ah... get some beef and broccoli as well as some form of vegetable. I eat a lot.
[ That's an understatement. If not for good manners, he can inhale an entire container of Lo Mein on his own - and that's on a good day. When particularly famished, he can pack away a lot more.
He had been expecting her to needle at him more than that. She must really not be feeling well. He cleans the rest of the dishes in relative silence as Cassandra orders and, true to his word, he's finished going through all of her dishes and silverware in that short period of time. Even so, he dallies at the sink, wiping his hands off on one of the paper towels she had sitting on the counter, considering what to say, how to improve upon matters. He suspects he was not of as much help as he wanted to be, but he should have expected that cultural differences would get between them. ]
How do you do it, then?
[ It seems a brusque, abrupt question, though Cassandra may know him well enough to know that it isn't; he's simply the sort to ruminate on a single subject for far longer than others do, and to continue the conversation as though the other party had been thinking on it as well. ]
[Utena catches that grimace and can't help but wince a little. Is it because of what Woden's fake pantheon had done? Before she can think anymore on it, Cassandra gives her invitation, and she signs out in relief.]
Alright.
[So she straightens her posture and steps in, bracing herself for whatever discoveries lie in store for her.]
Alright.
[So she straightens her posture and steps in, bracing herself for whatever discoveries lie in store for her.]
[ Cass has only just moved into this apartment, so not everything is unpacked yet, a few boxes pushed up against the back wall of the living room. But Utena may notice she doesn't have an awful lot in terms of personal belongings altogether- odd, for one of these usually ostentatious gods. She isn't as in need of the spotlight as the rest of them; instead of concerts, she's been doing the occasional ghostwriting gigs on the side, mostly throwing herself into research on Lachesis and, now, Atropos. It's been a bit all-consuming, if the sheer lack of decoration around here is any indication.
She has her laptop open on the table, and once she's moved towards it, she picks up a flash drive sitting close by. ]
Most of what's relevant to you is on here, unless you want me to ramble to you about various Norse myths. [ The pretentious asshole. Waving it in people's faces. ] I don't know if you're going to learn anything you don't already know, but you'll have the proof, at least.
She has her laptop open on the table, and once she's moved towards it, she picks up a flash drive sitting close by. ]
Most of what's relevant to you is on here, unless you want me to ramble to you about various Norse myths. [ The pretentious asshole. Waving it in people's faces. ] I don't know if you're going to learn anything you don't already know, but you'll have the proof, at least.
[ If she was in a better mood, she would smirk or roll her eyes at his final request; of course Rex wasn't going to just have Lo Mein. It's why she asked.
She makes the order, but she's entirely on auto-pilot, really; she's ordered enough take-out in her life that she barely has to think about it. If Rex watches her tone he'll know she's mentally somewhere else, though. Mostly in that she's coping with the sudden exhaustion that comes with the realization of how awful she's being, and the idea that she's going to have to sit here and eat with Rex when what she really wants to do is fall asleep somewhere.
Not that she'd let herself sleep for very long. And not that she doesn't want Rex's company; she thinks she doesn't, to some extent, but she does. She just doesn't know what to do with it. ]
What? [ She asks, clearly caught off guard, though she's not doing well hiding it. ] Sorry, we- we've talked about like five different things here, Rex.
She makes the order, but she's entirely on auto-pilot, really; she's ordered enough take-out in her life that she barely has to think about it. If Rex watches her tone he'll know she's mentally somewhere else, though. Mostly in that she's coping with the sudden exhaustion that comes with the realization of how awful she's being, and the idea that she's going to have to sit here and eat with Rex when what she really wants to do is fall asleep somewhere.
Not that she'd let herself sleep for very long. And not that she doesn't want Rex's company; she thinks she doesn't, to some extent, but she does. She just doesn't know what to do with it. ]
What? [ She asks, clearly caught off guard, though she's not doing well hiding it. ] Sorry, we- we've talked about like five different things here, Rex.
[She doesn't think much on Cassandra's apartment, but she picks up just enough details for her subconscious to run wild. There's a cold atmosphere here, something Utena can't place her finger on, and she doesn't want to stay longer than she has to.]
No thanks. I've had enough myths to last a lifetime-
[She stops herself, and clears her throat when she remembers just who she's talking to]
-no offense.
[She takes the flash drive and sits down, ready to plug it into the laptop, when she remembers her manners]
Uh, you don't mind, do you?
[Sorry, Cass, all her computer time is limited to what technology she can bum off of others]
No thanks. I've had enough myths to last a lifetime-
[She stops herself, and clears her throat when she remembers just who she's talking to]
-no offense.
[She takes the flash drive and sits down, ready to plug it into the laptop, when she remembers her manners]
Uh, you don't mind, do you?
[Sorry, Cass, all her computer time is limited to what technology she can bum off of others]
[ Ha. Despite the years she put into her master's on Mythology, she knows exactly what Utena means. Maybe she's tired of it too.
But she startles a little when Utena takes the flash drive- she wasn't holding it up for Utena to take, really. She makes a small noise, but then doesn't protest, just raising an eyebrow. That's not usually like her, but she's exhausted. And curious. She barely knows anything about this girl, after all. ]
Yeah, that's...the point of having it out? [ But she sees Utena's point. ] Go ahead.
But she startles a little when Utena takes the flash drive- she wasn't holding it up for Utena to take, really. She makes a small noise, but then doesn't protest, just raising an eyebrow. That's not usually like her, but she's exhausted. And curious. She barely knows anything about this girl, after all. ]
Yeah, that's...the point of having it out? [ But she sees Utena's point. ] Go ahead.
Right.
[ Unless Cassandra stops him, he's going to start folding dishtowels and putting them away. It's fine. It's kitchen gear. It's all within the same category and is, in his humble opinion, simply adjacent to taking care of the dishware.
(Really, what he needs is for Cassandra to go lie down for fifteen minutes and he can finish the whole thing. She looks like she could use it, poor thing.) ]
Providing assistance to a friend who could use the support. How do you do it?
[ It is, in essence, a smaller question and one he suspects Cassandra will catch onto: what do you need? If what he's doing now isn't it, the only way to know what to do is to gain verification from the source herself. ]
[ Unless Cassandra stops him, he's going to start folding dishtowels and putting them away. It's fine. It's kitchen gear. It's all within the same category and is, in his humble opinion, simply adjacent to taking care of the dishware.
(Really, what he needs is for Cassandra to go lie down for fifteen minutes and he can finish the whole thing. She looks like she could use it, poor thing.) ]
Providing assistance to a friend who could use the support. How do you do it?
[ It is, in essence, a smaller question and one he suspects Cassandra will catch onto: what do you need? If what he's doing now isn't it, the only way to know what to do is to gain verification from the source herself. ]
[ She's on the verge of telling him to quit it when she sees him move onto the towels, but she's also on the verge of giving up on stopping him altogether. Clearly he isn't going to stop easily, and she's known Rex to be stalwart if anything; she doesn't doubt that he'd go out of his way to help anyone he cared about, even if jumping to potentially considering her family feels strange. She opens her mouth to stay something, and makes a small noise as if about to speak, then stops.
She leans her elbow on the table, rubbing one of her temples. She is starting to feel drowsy, but she doubts she'd sleep comfortably. ]
With the people I know? Make sure they don't destroy anything. Make sure they're not partying themselves too hard. Try to actually figure out what the problem is, not that they're good at telling me.
[ She doesn't mean it to be a dig at Rex, but it kind of is. But it's also, unintentionally a dig at herself. Evens out. ]
She leans her elbow on the table, rubbing one of her temples. She is starting to feel drowsy, but she doubts she'd sleep comfortably. ]
With the people I know? Make sure they don't destroy anything. Make sure they're not partying themselves too hard. Try to actually figure out what the problem is, not that they're good at telling me.
[ She doesn't mean it to be a dig at Rex, but it kind of is. But it's also, unintentionally a dig at herself. Evens out. ]
Well. I'm hardly worried about the first two.
[ Cassandra may seem as though she has an explosive temper from speaking with her - and in many ways, she does - but she's never been at all destructive. And partying too much? No. Not a chance.
(And, frankly, he's not self-aware enough to consider how any of these can apply to him. He's too sensible for that sort of behaviour, after all, and too resilient to let things bother him more than he ought to.)
He finishes folding the last towel and shuts the drawer, each item in its place. ]
Though if you want to discuss anything else - [ though this doesn't apply to Cassandra either; Rex knows what the problem is, and it's that di'kut Woden burning down the very house he'd built for himself ] - my door's open.
[ She won't want to now. She won't want to in the future. He knows that, sees the way she's propped up on the table, defeated, sees the way she's rubbing at her temple. She's underneath a great deal more stress than she can reasonably deal with. ]
If you want to rest before the food arrives, feel free. I'm the intruder here, and I'm perfectly capable of entertaining myself.
[ Read: perfectly capable of cleaning the rest of this place up. ]
[ Cassandra may seem as though she has an explosive temper from speaking with her - and in many ways, she does - but she's never been at all destructive. And partying too much? No. Not a chance.
(And, frankly, he's not self-aware enough to consider how any of these can apply to him. He's too sensible for that sort of behaviour, after all, and too resilient to let things bother him more than he ought to.)
He finishes folding the last towel and shuts the drawer, each item in its place. ]
Though if you want to discuss anything else - [ though this doesn't apply to Cassandra either; Rex knows what the problem is, and it's that di'kut Woden burning down the very house he'd built for himself ] - my door's open.
[ She won't want to now. She won't want to in the future. He knows that, sees the way she's propped up on the table, defeated, sees the way she's rubbing at her temple. She's underneath a great deal more stress than she can reasonably deal with. ]
If you want to rest before the food arrives, feel free. I'm the intruder here, and I'm perfectly capable of entertaining myself.
[ Read: perfectly capable of cleaning the rest of this place up. ]
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