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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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[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?"

[demigoddess]

Finally standing up, Cassie was close enough to look under Dean's nose if she wanted to. "First of all, he attacked me. Second of all, I don't care who the hell you are, he attacked me. And finally, no one asked for your help, asshole, so you can take your over compensating gun, your inmate, leave, and thank God that this one passed out before I could kill you both."

[surfaceshine]

Despite having just watched the two of them duke it out far more brutally than Dean could ever hope to withstand, the hunter doesn't flinch when she gets up in his space. He just keeps glaring right back at her, already adjusting his grip on Kon in preparation to go, though it's not because he's being threatened; he would really not like to still be here when or if he comes back around.

"Yeah, see, that's what I was talking about: out of fucking control," he snarls back, and before he can act on his urge to just let go of Kon and punch her again for calling him an asshole, Dean leans into getting them both out of here. "You should look into some damn lithium. Maybe yoga."

Grinding his teeth, Dean forcibly reminds himself that not only is none of this helping, it also is pretty damn unfair. He doesn't particularly care about the fairness of life while his side feels like maybe she was aiming for his opposite kidney, but he knows he will later, and floods are not the time to be losing his shit.

"We'll talk about this when you're yourself again," he says instead.

[demigoddess]

[ Watching him leave, eyeballs popping, nostrils still flaring, Cassie is almost too upset to form words. Finally she manages a come back. ]

Oooh. For your sake you better hope I don't see your face again.

Leave quickly before I change my mind. [ Her lariat is glowing threateningly at her side. ]

[surfaceshine]

[Dean is already at the door by the time Cassie makes her comeback, and he makes a derisive noise in the back of his throat which isn't quite a laugh and isn't quite a snort; but he manages to keep his own comeback behind his teeth, and slams the door closed on his way out.]