[Not for the first time, Cassandra finds herself grateful for the... powers this world has given her. She wouldn't have been able to spend so much time looking for her friends without the ability to leave the affected areas so quickly. She doesn't have to worry about losing herself because she didn't get out in time. Not like others do.
Still, it took some time to find Steph. More time than she would have liked. And now...
Steph's happy. Her life is... good-and-soft. Nice. It hurts to see. Not because Cassandra doesn't want it for her friend, but because she knows she doesn't belong. She doesn't fit in this soft-kind world.
But she can't leave her behind. It's not... right. And whatever made this world can't be trusted. Isn't safe. Steph isn't safe.
So Cass has been watching. Waiting. Trying to... find an approach. When Steph and her friends got to a club, Cass follows. And when Steph moves onto the dance floor... Cass follows her there too.
When they lock eyes she doesn't think before moving closer. The crowd of people around them doesn't matter-- Cass knows the way Steph moves just as well as she knows herself. She hears the song of her body just as clearly as the one playing from the speakers. And she will always meet it with her own.
It's not fighting-- violence-- but it's just as good. Moving alongside her friend... matching her breath-to-breath. It's instinct. For a moment she... forgets. And just looks at her best friend. And smiles.]
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Still, it took some time to find Steph. More time than she would have liked. And now...
Steph's happy. Her life is... good-and-soft. Nice. It hurts to see. Not because Cassandra doesn't want it for her friend, but because she knows she doesn't belong. She doesn't fit in this soft-kind world.
But she can't leave her behind. It's not... right. And whatever made this world can't be trusted. Isn't safe. Steph isn't safe.
So Cass has been watching. Waiting. Trying to... find an approach. When Steph and her friends got to a club, Cass follows. And when Steph moves onto the dance floor... Cass follows her there too.
When they lock eyes she doesn't think before moving closer. The crowd of people around them doesn't matter-- Cass knows the way Steph moves just as well as she knows herself. She hears the song of her body just as clearly as the one playing from the speakers. And she will always meet it with her own.
It's not fighting-- violence-- but it's just as good. Moving alongside her friend... matching her breath-to-breath. It's instinct. For a moment she... forgets. And just looks at her best friend. And smiles.]