The Ringmaster

Avondale Woods 
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Saturday, 9/14, noon

Cass arrived before noon to stake out their meeting place. It took some exploring to find without Abdul or a trail of marbles to guide her like last time. When did he get back into town? His text hadn't elaborated; which was fine. Abdul was allowed his privacy, but in reaching out she realized how long it had been.

The clearing changed little with the seasons. Mossy stumps and oversized boulders amongst clumps of buffalo grass and blue grama. It was quiet but for the chirp of insects and rustle of leaves in the breeze. Cass allowed herself a moment to feel the sun on her face and just enjoy the solitude. There were precious few moments like these now days. She thought of Cris and wondered where she was now.

Kicking back against the old stump, Cass crossed her arms and waited.


@"Zachary Ellis" @"Minerva Heartgrove"

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#2
outfit minus kitten, plus sneakers


 Minerva had almost flaked on this get-together. The day prior had been very bizarre, and kind of scary, the more she thought about it. She could have killed someone. Before passing out into a fitful sleep, she had nearly texted Cass and Zach to let them know she wasn't going to make it - but upon waking, she found no doorknobs in her bed, no silverware warping under her touch. She was even able to straighten out her crucifix pendant without issue. It was enough to instill a new sort of hope into her!

 So, she arrived at the right place at the right time, feeling better but still carrying a new, heavy weight of knowledge. A power like hers malfunctioning could be dangerous! It was not just making jewelry and pulling ores out of the ground. It was also stripping the metal out of a building.

 Minerva wandered down the path, thinking she might be the first to arrive until she spotted a vaguely familiar face. There was Cass, stoic and honestly striking Minerva as really cool, leaning against a stump. A sheepish smile came to life of its own accord as she came into the little meadow, waving a hand in greeting. "Hi!"
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#3
Waiting on the others gave her time to consider what was next. Scenarios ran through her mind, the conversations yet to be had. One question most of all reoccurred, and it was one she didn't have a good answer to… why? Her text came from nowhere and offered little explanation. There was no preamble or lead in. It was easier explaining in person, right? Her intention hadn't been vague and mysterious, but it felt that way when she reviewed the texts.

It didn't take long for another to show up. Cass raised her eyes to the greeting and idly checked her watch as Minerva approached. "Minerva." She said once the other woman closed the distance, and she didn't have to shout. Again, Cass wondered why she called them together and no good answer came to mind. It felt like she was meeting with an informant off the grid. Even her summons reflected that; no address, just a location only known to them. Cass smirked at the cloak and daggers and wondered if Minerva thought similar.

"Been good?"
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 Her name was spoken as a greeting in turn, and the girl's smile grew wider without her thinking about it. Her mind was only on the great things that could come of this day, and maybe a little on the things that could go wrong, also.

 "I've been okay!" She responded, waltzing over and plopping down to sit cross-legged a foot or so away from the other woman. "My power was being really weird yesterday, like, I almost tore down a building on accident," she confessed with a sheepish laugh. "But otherwise I'm okay!" All her trivial life problems had no place here, she decided. Besides, Cass didn't seem like the kind of person who would want to hear any of that, and Minerva was leaning into some new desire to be seen as cool by this person!
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#5
"Shit." Cass laughed and shook her head. She eyed the girl sitting cross-legged on the ground and tried to imagine her tearing apart a building with her mind. That was some real X-Men shit right there. There was also a twinge of envy. That she had a power, that she wasn't strictly human, barely registered on some days. There were no grand displays like tearing apart an office building or firing lasers from her eyes. She just… existed and sometimes she wanted a little more out of this freak show, something that would give her an edge against the supernatural.

"Did the building survive?" She asked with a smirk, but recalled nothing across the radio about any impromptu demolitions about town. That would've hit the news too.
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#6
Outfit except without book and coffee.

Zachary zoned out a bit on the way over, the long stretch of road numbed his mind enough to miss the turn and need to circle back. Having to hastily park, he jogged down the trail all the while wondering how this outing would go. It had been some time since he last saw Cass. He had wanted to reach out, ask if anything new had happened with Cris' case, but he doubted she'd be willing or able to answer. Minerva had been a almost a few weeks ago, but then her friend bailed for mysterious reasons.

Ah well, all that mattered was they were meeting today... for practice right? Or because Cass wanted company? He had prepared for the former, hence the backpack he carried, but he also wanted it to be the latter, because then that meant Cass liked him, liked Minerva, liked people in general.

When the trees gave way to the clearing, Zachary stopped for a breath and to check if maybe he hadn't been so late after all. No luck though, as the two women were there, having a conversation he was just out of earshot for. "Hey." He would call on approach, adding to their conversation his voice and the loud crunching of dead grass from his shoes.
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#7
 It was nice to get a laugh out of Cass, even if that hadn't really been her goal. She guessed it could be kind of funny, especially now, when the whole thing was a day behind her and not unfolding in front of her eyes. It made the grin spring back on her face in full force, one hand wandering to the grass in front of her legs and idly plucking at the little green blades.

 "Oh, yeah, it did! It was just like, the siding and some screws and stuff," she said with a small laugh. In retrospect, it was curious that a bunch of loose screws hadn't cause the collection of sheds to fall apart completely. Maybe there was more to buildings than she realized.

 A voice called out to them, and Minnie twisted slightly where she sat to spot an approaching Zachary. She grinned and lifted one arm to wave at him. "Hello!"
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#8
"Just siding and screws and stuff, huh?" Cass echoed, her smirk growing. For Minerva to speak so blasé about her power amazed her. She guessed it became that way with practice and experience. This was the world she skirted, the world that threatened to consume her. Not to be dramatic, but Cass knew she stood at the edge of an unstable precipice. One misstep and she'd fall into the abyss. Whether she'd emerge on the other side was anyone's guess.

Zach's arrival drew Cass from her thoughts and she turned at his voice. Minerva called out her greeting, cheerful as usual, while Cass remained on vigil. Only once he came within comfortable earshot did she give an upward nod. "Zach."

She looked past him, expecting Abdul to round the bend and clear the tree line, but it was just them… them and the bugs. Cass slapped at her neck and then inspected her palm discouragingly. Her attention returned to them. "Glad you two could make it."
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#9
Not a big deal or anything, but he was totally going to take 'Zach' as a bonafide nickname from Cass. It counted.

"Good to see both of you. Cass. Minerva." He smiled to each, swinging his backpack down to be set at his feet. Packed inside where a couple of things that might be useful, but he hadn't been the instigator of the meeting. That honor went to Cass and therefore she ran the show. "So what did you have planned?"
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 Minerva's grin turned sheepish yet again for Cass's repetition of her words. It was easy to say hey, that wasn't so bad! It could have been worse! But sometimes the what-ifs were the most haunting part.

 Greetings abound, and Zachary came closer and set his bag down with an important question! Minnie would swivel her gaze back to Cass with a semi-permanent smile, silently bumping the man's question.
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What did she have planned? The question forefront and demanding. Cass studied her intentions and then looked to each of them. She drew Zach and Minerva from the depths of her phone. Without that initial outreach, they may have never met again. Maybe that would have been for the best? But she had reached out and here they were. That they came so readily intrigued her. She would have had a few questions first.

"Right." She didn't want to waste their time. Why wasn't Abdul here? This would have been easier with him buffering her less social graces. "Wanted to check in… somewhere away from it all." She shrugged a little, one shoulder rising higher than the other, and indicated their surroundings. Here they could speak without worry of being overheard or leaving a digital footprint. Maybe it was paranoia, but Cass wasn't willing to take the chance.
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#12
At Cass' gesture, Zachary looked around the clearing as if he'd never been before. It really was an ideal spot, secluded, yet wide open. A mystery as to why they'd never been discovered, but he was oh so grateful for that. To her answer, Zachary felt a little touched? She had wanted to see them again and that brought on a small smile. "That's...yeah, really nice of you."

He shuffled his feet together. "I guess I've been good? Nothing to report, expect meeting a few others like us." Was there anything else? He now co-owned the shop, a more personal victory, but maybe not what Cass had been getting at here.
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#13
 She just wanted to check in! Minerva recalled how very stoic and maybe a little standoffish Cass had been last time. It was nice to see a glimpse of some sort of... what, softness? Or maybe this was just a bid for a good connection. Minnie could get behind that.

 Zach had been good, had been networking! She grinned at him approvingly. "Same," she said of his meeting others, with a short nod of her head. She thought of Niamh and Rika and Ashley and wondered what they'd think about this kind of thing. "How's the teleportation going?"
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#14
She scoffed at his nice comment, taken aback. How had he read that into her gesture? Niceties weren't at the forefront of her mind when gathering them here today. Zach was right not to share the news about his co-ownership. While impressive and an achievement by itself, she wouldn't have known what to say. As she looked back and forth between Minerva and Zach as they spoke, she knew they weren't friends. Sad but true.

Maybe with time that could change, but as of right now their shared freakiness was all that bound them. Cass looked to Zach in time with Minerva's question. Eyebrow raised, how was the teleportation going? That seemed such a useful power. The law enforcement applications were limitless… instantaneous 911 call response for one.
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Cass' scoff had stung, but he knew she meant no harm by it. They were no where near joking territory and Zachary was too scare to try... but he wanted to tsk at Cass' internal strife with herself and insist that she was in fact quite thoughtful and enjoyable to be around. Once you got over the intimidating-ness of her, well, everything.

That would be a personal goal for later because Minerva saved them all from an ensuing awkward silence. He acknowledged her, giving a pleasant smile. "Going well. I'd say almost up to par with my ice." He'd likely always favor the ice due to the long journey they'd been on together. However, being your very own portal gun was undoubtedly the most convenient thing ever.

"But what about you guys? Ever get that psychic radar thing working?" He asked eager to know.
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 "Nice," Minerva praised quickly, grinning crookedly for it. What a cool power, really. She wondered how far he could go. Spontaneous Europe vacation, anyone?

 "Eh, I've been trying now and then, but no luck yet," she said of his question in turn, her grin turning sheepish. Rika had given her some advice on it, but maybe she just hadn't been practicing enough. Her eyes wandered back to Cass, wondering if things were any different on her end where that was concerned.
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#17
She had met no one new, no one like them at least. Despite how it looked, Mountainside wasn't overflowing with the supernatural when the population was taken as a whole. Just a few bad apples fucking everything up for everyone. But the need to say something about Cris jumped to her lips. Cass bit the words back with a tight smile. How could they believe that?

"No on the psychic radar thing." She spoke without humor and verged on annoyed. This was just another thing she couldn't wrap her head around and no amount of cajoling could make it work. Cass tried focusing, deeply focusing, and waiting… but nothing came of it except vague embarrassment. She'd hadn't found the right button yet.

Cass watched Zach and Minerva for a moment and well… Abdul trusted them, and neither gave her a reason to mistrust yet. They came together to talk about this Weird existence of theirs and she doubted anyone else could understand. Cass frowned and pried open half an inch.

"Saw Cris again the other day." She said on a long exhale, watching the tree line in the distance, arms crossed.
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His smile wavered, but then held strong. Minerva was unburdened by the lack of 'radaring' process, but practice was nice. Honestly, Zachary just felt relieved that she had believed him about the whole thing.

Magic powers probably made you more susceptible to the strange and curious, as long as they weren't stupid with their trust of course.

Cass was another no. It'd click for them both one day. He'd only been using it more naturally himself anyway.

Her next sentence had his body stuttering, hand freezing halfway to scratch along his chin. It was like Cass took a little ball point hammer and smashed a spider web crack in the air. "You saw Cris?" Zachary enunciated slowly. He would have worried for her sanity, had he not meet the friendly necromancer Sunny only a few weeks ago. "Did you develop a new power?" His voice took on a shade of awe. How exciting for Cass.
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 The conversation dipped out of light chitchat and into something a little stranger. Cris, someone she had never met but knew about thanks to these people. She'd been declared dead the last time they met up, and here was Cass, saying she had seen her. Was she not dead after all, or was it a ghost? Hard not to believe in spirits in a world like this. Zachary's question was a good one, and her eyes bounced between the two in wonder, though she remained silent.
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#20
"What?" She turned on him then paused, pensive. It never occurred to her that seeing the dead could be a new power. Zach was proof powers didn't need to align. So, maybe? How would she know if this was a new power or just a freak occurrence? Cass frowned and took in the new information. She dug deep and groped around that inky center. It felt the same. "No, she came to me." Cass decided in that moment, her frown deepening. "It wasn't like I summoned her up or anything. She was just. There. Boom."

Cass grinned to remember drawing on a ghost; thank god there weren't more people around. Both Zach and Minerva were watching her now and Cass wheeled her hands and bobbed her head, looking unsure. "And we chatted. And rode the Ferris wheel. And then she was gone." She winced at how her explanation sounded like a dream. But could she honestly say it wasn't a dream or a delusion? A little sheepish, she suddenly remembered talking about Zach with Cris; he was one of the good dorks.
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One eyebrow rose in slight skepticism. So, it may or may not be a new power. A ghost suddenly have a visceral form just didn't happen on its own, but if Cass was sure, then he should probably concede to that. Besides, if she saw another ghost...well, one's a coincidence but two's a pattern when powers were concerned.

"That sounds...nice really. I'm glad you got to see her again." He said with kind eyes. They went on a mini ghost date, ferris wheel and everything. Privately, he was a bit relieved not to be picked for a ghostly visit. Zachary might have ended up a ghost with her, dying for a brief heart attack after seeing her again. It was a nice thought, though, knowing Cris might not be totally gone.
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 It sounded extremely surreal and very... wholesome, for a haunting. Cass, riding the ferris wheel with a loved one from beyond. It was a pretty sweet mental image. Bittersweet, more like, but. Still. Minerva smiled a little at the older woman for the thought of it. Zach had some words of encouragement, or something like that, and she didn't know what to do besides echo him with a little, "Yeah, that's pretty sweet." Again, bittersweet, but. You know. "What was, uh. What was she like?"
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Their ready acceptance of her ghostly encounter dumbstruck her and she felt silly for fretting over it. Was nothing out of the ordinary anymore? Damn, maybe Tomas would have just nodded and asked about the weather? Cass' frown encompassed the clearing; it hadn't been 'nice' or 'pretty sweet'. Rarely did a testament to failure manifest so clearly. Cris' return served as a reminder of how little headway she made in the case and little else.

A smile grew at Minerva's question and Cass peered down at the younger woman. "She would have fucking loved these meetups." She snorted, maybe a little dismissively, as if saying she still wasn't a fan. "Ripping powers left and right." And for better or worse. A little restraint there would have gone a long way to keeping her alive. But that never seemed her way.

Closing the case and delivering the cane were hard steps to take, and she crossed a line in doing so. But she didn't regret it. The final requests felt necessary atonement. Well, maybe it was nice to get a little closure.
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This must be what the acceptance stage of grief felt like. Lighthearted remembrance. "Yeah, she would have given everyone a hard time too." He added with affection. Cris would have probably taken over the whole meet up.

And perhaps inspired by Cris' past gung-ho attitude, Zachary was motivated to practice more. "Speaking of powers, would you guys like to try some things?" He tapped a foot against the bag at his feet. Most of the stuff in here was for Minerva, but he had a plan for Cass too. If she agreed of course, and hadn't eaten recently.
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 There was a little smile for Cass's testament to the apparent badassery of the late Cris. She wished she could be here and that she could meet her. Death was sad, even if it happened all the time, even if it was someone she'd never known. Life was weird.

 Zachary chipped in, supporting the mental image of this stranger as a force to have been reckoned with, and moved on. They were here to practice, after all, weren't they? She wondered what he had in store for them! "Yeah, let's do it," she agreed warmly.
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True, Cris would have given them all a hard time. It was part of the reason she gathered them here today, but Cass kept that to herself. It felt shitty admitting the only reason she reached out was because of a ghost. They would have gotten around to it eventually, Cris just made it happen sooner.

Zach's question drew her back into the moment and she blinked, considering the question. Minerva seemed up for it and so she shrugged. "Sure. Hit me."
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He hoisted the backup up to rest on a bent knee, digging around inside. There were a couple odds and ends he had thrown inside, fridge magnets, a fork for some reason, and a cat toy. Nope. He didn't want those... Ah ha. He found it.

"This is all a theory, but I was wondering if working with tin foil might help with precision control." Zachary explained while pulling out a tube of Reynolds wrap, holding it out to Minerva.
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#28
 And they were off! Minerva lingered sort of close to Cass still, watching with an eager sort of curiosity as Zachary dug around his backpack. He produced a roll of foil, and proposed his idea. Precision control! Wow, fancy!

 She grinned almost cheekily and extended her hand, lilac-eyed, and would attempt pull the tube from his grasp without actually reaching for it! See look she had been practicing!!! "Like origami??" she questioned him, as she mentally reached. Nothing happened, however, and it was at that point that she really remembered - despite already knowing - that Cass was a walking power shield. That left her standing there like a goober for a few long seconds.

 Sheepish, and somewhat shamefully, she'd move to actually... physically take the foil from Zachary. Very smart, Minerva!!!
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Cass felt the twinge of pressure behind her eyes and huffed as Minerva tried to kindle her powers. She side eyed the girl, raising an eyebrow and the corner of her mouth. Enlightenment dawned and Cass shook her head. For perhaps the first time in a very long while she didn't begrudge her power, not when such opportunities were presented. The sensation was short lived as the metalist slunk from her influence.

But she was interested in seeing what Zachary had in mind. Origami was fucking difficult enough with paper and hands; her attempts always ended in a crumpled ball. Cass would be impressed if Minerva could tuck and fold the tinfoil without touching it. And what did Zach have in his bag of tricks for her? Yeah… she could wait to find out.
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He smiled in confusion as Minerva stuck her hand out and waited, it dawning on him only then that she might have just tried to show off, but Cass was there to keep them humble.

"Let's give Minerva some space." He motioned at Cass, they needed to move away for her part anyway.
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 Zachary bid some extra space between them and herself, and she would help some by shuffling back a few feet. She wasn't... one hundred percent sure what to do to display precision control, but, maybe this was not the sort of thing that came with instructions.

 Minerva decided that unraveling the roll could be a good start. Maybe try to do so without wrinkling the foil at all, but gravity would probably be unkind to that venture. Okay. With a steadying breath to begin, she would put an index finger inside each end of the roll, and stare down at it with her funky irises, willing it to move. And so it did, slowly turning the roll over her fingers as the shimmery, thin metal began to unravel, pouring down toward her feet and slithering straight out from her across the grass. It crinkled and hissed as it moved, snagging on stray stones and twigs here and there, until it was completely unraveled and fell free from the tube.

 Now, she would, uhhhh. Cut it! Sure! She tried to visualize it, wiggling her fingers a little bit as her hands lowered by her sides. The far end would twist with insubordination to begin, as if writhing under her efforts, and then strip itself free from the rest of the sheet jaggedly with a whispering sound. Whoops. She glanced at the other two for a moment, as if to ask, keep going?
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Cass remained planted against the stump, arms crossed and foot propped against the aged bark, as Minerva and Zach backed up. Fixed on Minerva, she cocked a smile and breathed an amused, impressed, sound as the tinfoil pooled into the grass on its own accord. Her eyes flicked between the woman, noting her lilac eyes and the determined cant of her features.

Her own awe grew as a section of tinfoil tore away. Impressive; she put thought to other applications. Tinfoil was one thing, but could Minerva do harder metals? Could she sheer a blade or turn aside a bullet? Part of her wanted to find out, but she shrugged, eyebrows raised, when Minerva looked to the both of them for permission to continue. Her head rolled to Zach next, deferring to him.
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Minerva punched through all his expectations and took to metal-bending the foil like she'd been doing it forever. He didn't think he wold ever get used to this. Real-life movie effects right in front of their eyes, a certain thrill running through him when watching their special brand of magic in person

"Incredible." Zachary whistled, completely impressed. A smile stretched full on his lips. "What does that feel like to you?"
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#34
 Cass seemed like maybe she was impressed, but stoic as ever. She was very hard to read. Zachary offered praise, and a question, and she grinned almost bashfully. "Um, well. Kinda like... solving a tricky math problem? Like, I've got to focus pretty well, then I feel like my brain got a workout." She laughed at her own goofy explanation. "Sometimes it does its own thing, and that just makes me want to sleep for twelve hours." Like last night! Nothing like pulling rebar out of the sidewalk!

 She'd work to start putting the foil back on the roll without her hands - where taking it off was easy, putting it back on, with the particular goal to make it look like it had never come unwound, was much trickier. The foil would warp and wrinkle under the force of gravity anyway, just like being touched while wrapped back up.
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With an appraising expression Cass listened to Minerva's explanation of what it felt like to use her powers. She nodded along and the tinfoil behave in ways tinfoil shan't. While the girl could paint a good image, Cass saw no further than that. If only her power left her brain well exercised and fatigued. She drew a long breath.

"That's it? Feels like you just tried to do long division in your head?" She sniffed and turned to Zach. "Same for you?"
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#36
He would have left to Minerva's account, liking her metaphor of long division. But with his opinion requested Zachary's face shifted to quiet concentration. "In a way." He said slowly,

"When I use the power I have to maintain focus like I'm doing a long division problem in the back of my head. If you forget a step the outcome could rapidly change." He paused there, searching for another way to explain it. "I'd describe it as having another limb that requires a lot of mental effort to get it working. You do get better at it, but it's always easy to slip up and slap yourself in the face if you're not too careful." Zachary postulated while scratching the space where his ear and jaw connected. It sounded confusing to him too, but there wasn't exactly a manual on these things.

"Does yours feel like anything Cass?"He questioned, eyes finally leaving the twisting metal foil. Her power being the startling void of one had Zachary's heart dropping in worry that all she felt was empty. Devastatingly empty.
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 Was that it? Minerva could have blushed, wondering if she'd misstepped. Easy, killer, don't overthink it! Cass probably hadn't meant it like that. She was grateful when the question was steered to Zach, and released her metaphysical grip on the foil, letting it lay still in the dewy grass. His explanation was a good one, she thought, especially the extra arm analogy. Minerva grinned just so, head nodding to show that she followed. Her hands linked behind her back as she looked to Cass again, curious.
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#38
Cass grunted a huh; perturbed their story aligned so easily. The cop in her was wary of corroborating stories that went hand in hand so well, but this seemed legit. Neither Zach or Minerva smacked of deception; they seemed the type to visibly sweat at a lie. "Nah, nothing like that… no phantom limbs." She shook her head. "Mine's just a fucking headache." And sounded done with it all.

"Like, I can fucking feel when you try your shit around me."
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#39
Somehow that answer was worse. An empty feeling was preferable to feeling too much. He regarded Cass' answer with trepidation and had to ask.

"Is it painful?"
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 A headache! That was... anticlimactic, and also, like, really sad? Cass seemed less than impressed with her own power, though, and that was probably the saddest part. She wished she could breathe some sort of enjoyment of it into the older woman, but she felt like the boundary on that one might be pretty thick. She'd remain silent, wondering the same thing. How severe was the headache??
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#41
Cass didn't answer for a moment, searching the words to describe how painful her headaches were. Maybe headache was too common an affliction for what she felt? Maybe a migraine was more apt? A severe migraine. A skull-peeling pain behind the eyes that bled through her skull. A mighty hangover on the heels of a dangerous concussion. But Cass didn't have the words for it and wasn't interested in putting in the time to find them. Besides, she wasn't one to share her pain with others. And in the end she just shook her head. "Yeah, you could say that."

She smirked a little and willed the conversation back to Minerva. "You ever try to harden a metal?"
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#42
Well shit, now his plans for Cass went right out the window. He didn't want her to purposely experience a headache every time. His dumb logic thought that more exposure was the key, but being subjected to pain until you somehow ignore it enough was a horrible tactic. Fuck Cass, now Zachary understood her detachment.

There was a clear dismissal of the topic, and Zachary couldn't blame her. What a shitty thing to feel. He also hadn't been the one Cass acknowledged, so he kept his mouth shut, lips pressed thin.
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#43
 Cass kept it short and sweet. Minerva felt a little bud of awkwardness beginning to sprout here. Maybe it was just her - she couldn't be sure! But the sense of it lingered as she became the focus of questioning again. "No," she admitted, almost bashfully, her reflexive smile big as ever. "I have been reading about metal fatigue lately, but... I haven't played with it very much." Her eyes wandered back down to the foil roll, wondering if there was some way to... expand its density without compromising its durability. Which, admittedly, foil didn't have very much of to begin with.

 "What about you, Zach? What sort of training stuff have you been testing out?" Assuming he had been, anyway - it seemed like it had. Mostly, Minerva was anxious to not feel like she was soaking up too much of their time just to display her own little magic show.
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#44
They were back to him and Zachary stumbled over a response. "Uh yeah, I've been practicing my teleporting." He smiled a little shyly and avoiding looking into anyone's eye. That past Friday had been anything but ordinary, his powers had been on the fritz all night, as if he'd just discovered them. "I accidentally teleported with someone once, so I've been trying to figure out what else I can take with me."

He worried at his lip, considering if she should mention the follow up idea he had planned for this outing. His mouth opened, then closed. Finally, he steeled himself and spoke, shrugging as apathetically as he could to cover any nervousness he felt bringing this back up. "I was going to suggest trying to teleport with you Cass. See if you could start and stop the process." Which in hindsight may or may not be dangerous, he didn't know what a partial jump could cause. Maybe he'd jump them halfway?
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#45
 Ooh, teleporting things. That was kind of brilliant! Really, that power was just super cool. Even to someone so easily impressed as Minerva was. She looked to Cass with her feelings worn on her expression, eyebrows up in a wondering sort of manner. Was she willing to tolerate the headache in order to test this out?
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Cass' eyes widened and a smirk slowly took to her lips, one side rose higher than the other. She huffed a laugh and glanced between Minerva and Zach. Minerva looked expectant even though Zach posed the question—like she had some stake in this.

"Oh, you're serious?" She straightened against the tree trunk, bewildered by the idea. "You wanna try and teleport me?" The things she said aloud these days. She shook her head, still smiling. Minerva would cry if she told Zach to fuck off; she knew it. But however momentarily satisfying it would have been to do, she kept the thought to herself. Neither of them deserved it and she had precious few people to confide in.

"Sure. Fuck it. Give it a go." Her eyebrows rose to dare him, already knowing the outcome. Snuffing this out wouldn't take any effort. The opposite though…?
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#47
"Alright." He said, a little more passionately than necessary. He was excited okay.

Stepping up, he loosely wrapping long fingers around Cass’ forearm, face a mask of determination. "I’ll only try for a short distance if this works at all." He reassured, probably more so for himself. "Try to put a stopper on your negation, even just for a second." Maybe this would work after all.
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#48
Zach approached and placed his hand on her forearm. How forward. Cass eyed the hand and then looked to Minerva. The other woman seemed rapt with awe, anxious and ready for what was about to happen. Cass raised an eyebrow and the corner of her mouth quirked upward. How that expression would be crestfallen when nothing happened. But she wasn't here to play the fool.

Cass turned back to Zach, and the smirk fell away. She huffed and shimmied, getting into the right state of mind. With her eyes closed she turned her sight inwards. It didn't take long to find the inky blackness squirming at her core. Her breath turned deep and rhythmic as she concentrated. Then she reached out and seized it whole. Blackness spasmed between her fingers, squirting as the surrounding field crackled and collapsed.
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#49
Zachary prayed his palm wasn't too sweaty and that Cass had a strong stomach. He shifted when she did, giving Cass ample room to do whatever she needed to make her power stop. Or perhaps disappear? Truthfully, he didn't even know if that was possible. He could no sooner turn off his ice or the teleporting, they were a part of him now. Still, something was happening as Cass closed her eyes.

That was Zachary's cue to start. He began his own process, visualized them, outlining their shape in his mind, and then picturing their destination. A few feet away, a small hop would be more than sufficient. He reach inward to tap at that simmering feeling in his gut, allowing it out. It pushed forward in the direction he wished, but recoiled almost immediately. He tried again to similar results. Then on the third try he pushed just a bit harder, coaxing his power to pull them with more strength. This time something clicked and he felt the tugging sensation take over.

In the window of time provided by Cass, They would vanish. Popping back into existence nearly thirty feet away.
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 She watched them with an eager expectancy. Zach and his cool determination, and Cass in all her cynicism. Minnie wondered if the woman doubted herself, or was an all-around nihilist. Mostly, there was no room for deep thought for a few moments, her brain taken up by curiosity and concern and hope.

 And then! It happened! They disappeared, and then reappeared in the corner of her vision. Minerva jumped on her toes and clapped, all smiles. "Yeahhhhh!" she shouted. "You did it!"
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