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[demigoddess]

[ The video shows Cassandra around the afternoon, all decked out in the armor she was given by Hercules, the only difference is this version of the young woman assumes it is her usual armor which Ares gave her. ]

Gods, this place is disorganized. I'm here for a few days and they can only get one article of my clothing in my room right? I wanna know how they got separated in the first place and why I couldn't just carry my own crap.

[ Whatever. ] I figure whichever skank ass dork on the ship lost their wardrobe, they gotta be close by, or you know, probably watching this.

If you got all of my clothes by mistake we need to swap, and I already know you don't want them, so don't even try to hide from me. [ Cassandra's not making herself seem very approachable, and she's doing an awful lot of assuming to boot. ]

In case you forgot some of the finer pieces in your wardrobe, allow me to refresh your memory. [ Or tease you mercilessly. ]

First, this fine t-shirt. [ Cassandra holds up a black t-shirt with giant white letters that read "Archaeology Rocks!" She's laughing too. ] And this is only the beginning. [ Now she's holding up a very fuzzy pink sweater. ]

I don't even think my grandma would wear this shit. Or this. [ She tosses the red sweater aside and holds up a white and denim blue striped men's button up shirt. ] Hand-me-downs from dad? Seriously.

You've got way too much pink too. [ Now she's holding up a pile of it. ] Like three Superman shirts. [ Now there's a ripped and faded classic blue red and yellow one in her hand, followed by the one Kara gave her, the one that belonged to Conner. ] And a shit ton of these lame ass archaeology convention t-shirts. Not to mention like twelve pairs of the same jeans, and I know you have to get on your back and wiggle something fierce to pull them up and button them.

[ Now she's holding up a pair of comfy pants that say "LOVE" on the butt. ] I mean, you might as well stamp the word skank on your ass permanently.

[ Whoever owns this stuff, they might not want it back now that she's finished. Luckily her other self owns this stuff so there won't be any problem. Even more lucky than that is the fact that Cassie hid the pictures she had with her mom out of shame. ]

Hey, I hope you don't mind that I went through your clothes stranger, but you had something that belonged to me so I had no choice. [ She gestures to the clothes she is wearing. She's not saying it out loud of coure, but there are a few articles she likes more than the others, a few she wouldn't mind taking. ] My name's Cassandra, currently in room 707.

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[demigoddess]

Eh. Nothing worth listening to. [ She drops the music player on the bed and looks up at the man. ]

You're here for that Superman shirt? [ Standing up she moves over to a pile of clothes and crouches down next to it, digging through for the black t-shirt. ]

Here you go. [ Whipping out the t-shirt, Cassandra hands it to him. ]

You know? She never did show up for her stuff. So if there's anything else you see, feel free.

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[an_abomination]

Thanks.

[No recognition on her part at all, which means he's been doing his job well. Takes the shirt with one hand and removes his shirt with the other. He peels off his containment shirt along with his normal shirt. If she sees that he has a symbol that matches the shirt gave him, she'll have questions.

Sure, he doesn't have to remove his shirt in the first place but he wants to catch her interest so he'll have an easier time getting information out of her. Puts the shirt on and takes a look down.]

Look at that, a perfect fit.

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[demigoddess]

[ And notice she does. How can she not when the man's stripping right next to her? Cassandra can appreciate a nice body, but she's not exactly swooning, just staring. ]

Yeah, how about that.

[ And still staring. ] You planning on staying a while or is there something I can help you with?

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[an_abomination]

[A small smirk tugs at his lips as several responses to her question flicker through his head. If he was at full power, this would be the perfect time to knock her flat on her back. Once he catches her off guard, he can use her lasso on her via his t.k. If it still works like it does back home, then he she go out like a light.]

I don't have much else going on and I'm not one to turn down company, especially attractive company. Unless you've got somewhere else you need to be?

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[demigoddess]

[ Cue the eye roll in response to his words. ] No, I'm just hanging out, going through some stuff. [ She looks at her nails with a bored expression. ] Maybe get something to eat later. [ Shrug. ]

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[an_abomination]

And here I thought you'd suggest something more exciting, given your armor. [Gives it another look over.] What's up with the armor? It's not every day you see someone in armor that looks like it's straight out of a Greek Mythology epic.

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[demigoddess]

If there was anyone on this ship interesting enough to fight maybe I would. [ She laughs at that. ] And the armor is what I wear. There's nothing "up with" it.

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[an_abomination]

Maybe where you come from armor like that is common place but most girls I know opt for a shirt and jeans and call it good. [Shrugs his shoulders.] It's a good look for you, though. So good I don't think too many people are going to want to risk fighting with you.

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[demigoddess]

Look. Is there something you want? I'm not really buying the flattery.

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[an_abomination]

Here I was trying to play nice, have it your way. [He might not have all of his strength back but with any luck her lasso won't be lacking it's usual abilities. Suddenly her lasso is being lifted up and curling around her neck.]

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[surfaceshine]

[On a busier day, he may not have noticed; or maybe on a better day, he might have noticed sooner. Either way, up on level four where Dean has been sequestering himself - especially once he learned there was a flood on - the hunter curses when he straightens up from shoving his clothing duffel back under his bed and the bronze amulet swings into his chest... and burns.]

Sonnuvabitch - really? Really? This week hasn't been fucktastic enough? [Dean grabs his Colt off the desk on his way by; he'll curse himself for being too stupid, too trusting, to even bother checking on his inmate to make sure he wasn't some murdering psychopath for the next couple of days. Right now he needs to get to wherever this thing takes him - he bolts into the hallway, slamming his door closed behind him.]

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[demigoddess]

Huge mistake ass-- [ Cassie is cut off by the quick tightening of the lariat around her neck. She doesn't understand how he can do this, and at this point, doesn't really care.

Her smile is twisted, and her laugh barely choked out, but they aren't real. The only indicator as to how she's actually feeling is the lariat itself which begins glowing a bright yellow when she slips the tips of her three middle fingers under the rope in an attempt to loosen it.

She's not furious, but she's getting there. ]

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[an_abomination]

Ah, ah, ah. That's not very becoming language for a young lady to be using. [Now that he has it snaked around her neck he can apply more pressure. Clenches his fists and the lariat tightens around her neck, probably leaving angry red marks on her neck.]

I'm probably one of the few people who is glad you're wearing armor. [Earlier he had discovered it was a literal pain for him to use his powers on people on this ship. However, he could still touch objects just fine and her armor gave him plenty to work with. Lifts up her armor and throws it into the wall, tossing her against the wall as well.]

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[demigoddess]

[ The marks are red and burning, but it's nothing, and not a trace of the pain is visible in her body language. All she knows right now is that this dude is dead meat. And she's going to get to the pummeling right after she's done with the wall, but at least it's still standing.

With the lariat loosening around her neck, Cassandra whips it back to her side and jumps off the wall like a bullet with both of her fists aiming below his sternum to knock him through the closet door behind him. She ignores the pieces of the door still falling on her back when she digs her knee over his stomach and aims a punch at his face. ] Maybe this will shut you up.

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[an_abomination]

Geh!

[Sails through the air and goes crashing into the closet. Not only does he has door debris spilling over him but his face just had a fist slammed into it. Coughs up some blood and saliva when she knees him in the stomach.]

You're going to regret that!

[If he had his full powers, he'd rip up the floor and throw it at her. For now he'll have to improvise. Rips the clothing rack pole out of the closet and then he begins to crack her upside the head with it with. He might not be able to touch her with his powers but he can grab an object and channel the force of his t.k. into it.]

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[surfaceshine]

[The amulet gets him to the right floor; the sounds of a fight get him to the right room. Holy christ, it sounds like they're killing each other in there, and his warden item is a not-quite-comfortable warm spot where it's laying against his chest on top of his shirt. Dean clicks the safety off on his Colt, lingers for a moment to try to figure out how many people are in there and where in the room they are, and then does not hesitate to lean back and kick the door in on its frame. He slides into the room gun-first, ready and wary, his voice a bark of sound over the noises fo the fight.]

Kon! [A moment later he's in full view of the fight and, seeing that at the very least Superboy is giving as good as he's getting and not a lot else, he recognizes the woman, too. He doesn't aim at either of them specifically, pointing it back and forth in its own silent warning.] Stand down!

[demigoddess]

[ She keeps him pinned with all of her strength, at least all she can use without breaking anything.

The first time he hits her upside the head she laughs despite the pain. The third time she just snatches it. ] You know? A guy once broke a wooden bat called the Brooklyn Crusher over by back. Did you know that it didn't even leave a bru--

[ Eyes ablaze, nostrils flaring, she whips her head to look at the uninvited guest. ]

Back off, he's mine.

[an_abomination]

That would almost be hot if you weren't such a bitch. [Or trying to kill him. Try as he might, now that she's using her full strength he's able to break free from her. Not to mention without his invulnerability her grip on his arms and shoulders is leaving several bruises.

His gaze drifts over to Dean, who is currently distracting Cassie.]

Let's see how your lariat works! [There's no way he'll be able to pry it out of her hand but he can still control the end she's not holding onto. Lifts it up and whips it across her face. Either this is going to work or he's about to be in a world of pain.]

[surfaceshine]

[Okay, so, it's pretty obvious that they're both affected. It's also pretty obvious that Dean is once again on the short end of the stick for durability here - but that's okay. He's used to that. Dean opens his mouth to reply to Cassie, but Kon is taking advantage of the distraction, and the hunter reacts.

Safety on and gun away in the same smooth motion as he moves, Dean makes a splitsecond decision about who he's going to help; if this was Cassie gone crazy, he figures Kon would be hollering to Dean for help instead of attacking her again when she looks away, and doesn't pause to wonder if he's wrong. Hesitation kills, and Dean intends to avoid that pretty much for the foreseeable future. Knowing that Superboy with his current power levels doesn't really need to see to be able to do some damage, he still figures it's a pretty good distraction, and snatches up some of the discarded clothes around. He doesn't want to hurt either of them but then again, he's not really sure he can.]

I said knock it off! [Dean throws himself into the fray, aiming to whip the shirt into Kon's face instead, trying to hook it over his face like a blindfold if he can. He'll go from there wherever he can.]

[demigoddess]

[ When the lariat whips into her face she's still smiling and delivers each one of her words slowly and surely. She wants him to know that she can end this whenever she wants and is choosing to drag it out. ] Oh, you wanna see how it works.

[ Taking the weapon in both hands she hooks it under Superboy's neck gently in comparison to what she plans on doing next. ] I control the voltage and-- FOR THE LOVE OF HERA! Now you're just pissing me off, man! [ Her grip on the lariat tightens, but before she can do any real damage to Superboy, she's aiming to kick Dean hard. ]

[an_abomination]

What the--[On top of everything else, he now has a shirt on top of him. Fortunately he can uses his telekinesis to help see what's going on around him. Now if only he can find a way to get the lariat off his neck, he doesn't have much time.

Time to take a calculated risk. The guy who dived in to help is trying to restore order but he doesn't have the current means to do it. If he can even the playing field for Dean, then he stands a chance of making it out of here without having Cassie crushing his skull. After that he can regather his strength and make a new plan of attack.

What follows next hurts a lot.]

Right after I show you how this works!

[Grabs a hold of her face and his hands begin to glow. The second he begins to scan her face he feels a headache coming on. Ignores the pain and pushes his powers further. Anything he touches he can "read" and he's looking at her right now with X-ray like vision. He's torn people's limbs out of their bodies before and done far more horrible things. Focuses all of his powers to deliver a internal concussion blast directly into her head.

The second he does it his own body is hit with a pain that is so severe that his vision becomes completely blurred and he can now taste vomit mixed in with the blood in his mouth. Lets go of her face and he slumps over, beginning to black out.]

*cough* No one saw anything. >.>

[surfaceshine]

Dean isn't, really, terribly surprised when the makeshift blindfold doesn't even slow Kon down; he has just enough time to register something about voltage and then pain explodes in his side and he's spun away with a shouted curse from where he'd been trying to figure out how to get between them without just dropping a shoulder and shoving. Fetching up on one knee, Dean's already flagging patience snaps, and the hunter lunges back into the fray, heedless this time of caution.

"I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH, GODDAMMIT." Inmates, wardens be damned, Cassie is the one out of control as far as he can tell, and neither of them are doing anyone any favors regardless; that's not why, though, he swings as hard as he can for Wonder Girl, unaware of what Kon is doing, and tries to get a grip on each of them to pry them apart. It is how he'll justify it later.

:3

[demigoddess]

[ She can't even pull this creep's hand off of her face before she's hit with a headache that might as well have been a wrecking ball to her skull.

Dean won't have any trouble pulling them apart, or nailing Cassie hard, causing her lip and nose to bleed with the impact.

No, no, no, no. She doesn't bleed, not after something like this. ]

Uggh.... [ As much as she wants to kill her attacker for blowing his wad all at once, she can't bring herself to do anything more than kick him in the side from her position against the closet wall where she is holding her head, and cursing loudly.

When she finally rolls her head to look at Dean, she does nothing to hide the outright hatred she feels for him. ]

Who the hell are you? [ And for that matter... ] Who the hell is he? [ She finishes kicking Superboy once more for good measure. ]

[an_abomination]

[The first kick causes his body to lurch over to the side and he bangs his head against the wall. Groans softly before he finally passes out from all of the pain and damage his body has endured.

When she kicks him again it's the equivalent of kicking a bag of potatoes. He stirs and groans again but otherwise doesn't react at all.]

[surfaceshine]

Dean lets go with the hand he was holding onto Cassie with when she falls back and breaks away, transferring it instead to catch Kon's suddenly dead weight; he doesn't exactly try to keep him from slumping over into the wall, but Dean has quite a bit of experience with handling dead weight approximately the same height and build as Kon, and he keeps his hold when supporting the kid falls entirely to Dean.

When Cassie kicks him, Dean considers punching her again on sheer principle, but his hands are full. Instead he meets her glare for glare, and shifts so he's standing between them.

"He's my inmate, and you are out of fucking control," he snaps at her, adjusting his grip in Kon's shirt to haul him more upright. He's distantly aware of the pain in his side that's going to make it difficult to breathe and move once the adrenaline wears off, but in the meantime, he's just pissed. "Anyone ever told you not to shoot the goddamn cavalry?"