Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2016 11:53:57 GMT -6
Cassie generally came to like people quickly. Meeting good looking guys who had a sense of fun was no exception to this. Given she was a fair example of chaotic herself, it was a good change for her to meet someone her own age who matched with that. Actually to meet someone her own age who was pretty interesting was rare. For how close it was to New York, Pennsylvania was normally very dull.
”It’s a rare day when I’m surprised.” Daughter of an interplanetary messiah of two alien races and a universe-changing reality-warping kind-of-host to a magic god? You get hard to surprise. ”Always beware the jokey ones.” Cassie tutted but she couldn’t hide the grin. Hopefully it was clear she wasn’t trying to screw up one of his friendships.
”I’d give respect to the guy wacky enough to wear a paper hat.” She wasn’t joking. She assumed Aaron hadn’t been either. It made things easier. And, besides, since when was respect one of the trickster’s main priorities? She thought anyone willing to rock a paper hat could pull it off.
”It is a Flash museum. I mean, they’re pretty cool, but the only people speedsters ever really have for company are themselves, and I kinda know that leads ta arrogance. Make you guys look bad, they look better, probably.” Cassie shrugged. She didn’t think it was that bad, but she could still see Aaron’s point. If she were a villain, she wouldn’t want her crimes to be interspersed with random incidents that weren’t even thanks to her, and she was only picking that up from glancing around.
Cassie again had to fight with her blushing to stop her cheeks turning green. They probably already had. ””Baby”?” And, for once, she had no more comment than that to give. Had he really? She couldn’t have just imagined that. She was not going to complain about that.
Cassie pointed up to where a section of her hair was being held back with a pin, close to her ponytail. ”I got one, but I also have a better idea than pins.” That was probably a really stupid idea. It probably wouldn’t work. Yes she could shape-shift basically however she wanted, but this was going to be a ton harder than usual. ”You’re gonna have to talk me through this a little.” Cassie put her hand flat against the key hole. ”That is if my first idea doesn’t work.” She didn’t do subtlety. Of course she was going to avoid the subtle method.
She took a slight breath in, looking around briefly first to see if anyone was looking, and acting as if the amount of force she was planning to put in would take a lot of effort. Cassie moved her other hand into place. And then she pushed forwards, fingers interlocking. One thing she actually knew about physics; if you want to break something at a certain point, it works best to put your pressure focused into that area. It took a bit more strength than she’d anticipated. After all, this whole museum was presumably built to help keep out supervillains. But she did feel the lock breaking under the force she was exerting (still without her breaking a sweat) and- just pressing a little harder- crack- even with Cassie reacting as fast as she could, the door still swung in a considerable way. She grabbed the handle to stop it.
”Breaking stuff’s okay, right?” Cassie brushed off her hands. ”Super-strength is pretty useful sometimes.” She pushed the door open just large enough for both of them, and slipped in, keeping it open with one hand. ”It’s not my only power though. Here’s me hoping you’ve already guessed that. It’s just the most generally useful. I don’t do subtle.”
OoC: T’is fine. T’is good.
”It’s a rare day when I’m surprised.” Daughter of an interplanetary messiah of two alien races and a universe-changing reality-warping kind-of-host to a magic god? You get hard to surprise. ”Always beware the jokey ones.” Cassie tutted but she couldn’t hide the grin. Hopefully it was clear she wasn’t trying to screw up one of his friendships.
”I’d give respect to the guy wacky enough to wear a paper hat.” She wasn’t joking. She assumed Aaron hadn’t been either. It made things easier. And, besides, since when was respect one of the trickster’s main priorities? She thought anyone willing to rock a paper hat could pull it off.
”It is a Flash museum. I mean, they’re pretty cool, but the only people speedsters ever really have for company are themselves, and I kinda know that leads ta arrogance. Make you guys look bad, they look better, probably.” Cassie shrugged. She didn’t think it was that bad, but she could still see Aaron’s point. If she were a villain, she wouldn’t want her crimes to be interspersed with random incidents that weren’t even thanks to her, and she was only picking that up from glancing around.
Cassie again had to fight with her blushing to stop her cheeks turning green. They probably already had. ””Baby”?” And, for once, she had no more comment than that to give. Had he really? She couldn’t have just imagined that. She was not going to complain about that.
Cassie pointed up to where a section of her hair was being held back with a pin, close to her ponytail. ”I got one, but I also have a better idea than pins.” That was probably a really stupid idea. It probably wouldn’t work. Yes she could shape-shift basically however she wanted, but this was going to be a ton harder than usual. ”You’re gonna have to talk me through this a little.” Cassie put her hand flat against the key hole. ”That is if my first idea doesn’t work.” She didn’t do subtlety. Of course she was going to avoid the subtle method.
She took a slight breath in, looking around briefly first to see if anyone was looking, and acting as if the amount of force she was planning to put in would take a lot of effort. Cassie moved her other hand into place. And then she pushed forwards, fingers interlocking. One thing she actually knew about physics; if you want to break something at a certain point, it works best to put your pressure focused into that area. It took a bit more strength than she’d anticipated. After all, this whole museum was presumably built to help keep out supervillains. But she did feel the lock breaking under the force she was exerting (still without her breaking a sweat) and- just pressing a little harder- crack- even with Cassie reacting as fast as she could, the door still swung in a considerable way. She grabbed the handle to stop it.
”Breaking stuff’s okay, right?” Cassie brushed off her hands. ”Super-strength is pretty useful sometimes.” She pushed the door open just large enough for both of them, and slipped in, keeping it open with one hand. ”It’s not my only power though. Here’s me hoping you’ve already guessed that. It’s just the most generally useful. I don’t do subtle.”
OoC: T’is fine. T’is good.