[i]Cassidy Lynn Daniels[/i]

Oooh, the musclehead wanted to measure dicks-of course, he doesn't come out and say this, but "training", well, what else could it mean? Everyone wanted to see what everyone could do. The curious thing, Cassidy had noticed, about meta humans was that their supernatural abilities were a wonderful equalizer to the normal boundaries. There were eleven year old girls who thrashed grown men in fights, bored kids who could dabble in fields with more expertise than seasoned veterans.

It was [i]lovely[/i]. Kept you on your toes, kept you guessing. Watching a chemistry teacher get show up by the boy who sees at the molecular level? So wonderful. Cassidy, of course, was being careful to keep her cards close to the chest-primarily, because she enjoyed a healthy amount of secrecy. And secondly, because when your cards are up against your skin, it's a lot easier to switch 'em out for a better hand.

Cass slid into her longcoat, which is really not the most accurate term-it barely came halfway down her thighs-and tied it up. It was well-fitted, and it was clear she was rather fond of the garment-Cassidy Lynn dressed nicely, if for no other reason than to add a little flair to the doldrums of high school. Even with superhumans running the gauntlet of puberty, high school was still high school. Things got dull, and if a splash of purple in her hair or a suit kept her grinning, she didn't mind spending money on it. Cassidy absentmindedly flipped the dime (wait...) down into her palm and clenched her fingers around it, opening her fingers a few moments later to reveal empty air. "Training, mmm? Can't imagine what we'd need that for. School seems pretty safe." 

The training room was quite interesting-much as she would have preferred to test her limits all by her lonesome, away from prying eyes, there were some neat things in here-she well couldn't resist. A wide range of stuff, too-she saw weights and bikes and treadmills for the more mundane gifts, and a little arena for bashing each other's skulls in. Wonderful. Well, she wouldn't be stepping into the ring anytime soon-Cassidy didn't expect she'd be fighting any of these fine individuals in the future, but the girl was, at the end of the day, a teenage girl-for all her gifts, there was still an element of fear of...the real world. Against Titus, Diego? She'd need every edge she could get to stay alive if they came for her head. In the real world, the stakes were not quite as serious-but Cassidy had her suspicions about what had truly occurred a week ago, and her faith in the school's justice system was not...without its reservations.

"I can understand not wanting shots to the hair," Cassidy mused, "But none to the face? They go crazy over that, Lupes." Cassidy removed her coat and slung it over her shoulder, an act very vaguely reminiscent of Linus' blanket. She rolled a penny over in her hand and stared at one of the targets, meandering over to examine it more closely. She rapped it with her knuckles. Hmm. Foam. Probably for arrows or knives or spikes or something. Cassidy reached into her pocket and drew out a deck of cards, taking a few steps back from the target. No, that wouldn't do. Cassidy pulled up a chair and reclined back, feeling the strain in her core as she leaned back.

A lazy flick of the wrist. Bullseye. The Queen of Diamonds embedded perfectly into the target. She wasn't too terribly far out, but it was a decent shot nonetheless. "I'm happy to referee your brawl," Cassidy announced. "But I'm afraid my insurance doesn't cover every bone in my body breaking," [i]Titus[/i] "...a foot-shaped burn within my ass..." [i]Diego[/i] "...sudden and perhaps irreversible blindness..." [i]Lupe[/i] "...or being bitchslapped by God's little walking Taser." [i]Beth[/i] There. A bit of flattery ought to placate them-and assuming all of them wanted to test their mettle, they'd be squared off even now-two against two. Cassidy would judge or referee or whatever it was. That was more her style-watching from the sidelines, teasing them. No sense showing your hand until there was a nice jackpot in front of you, none at all. She was more than willing to play the weakling until then. 

A paper tiger in a house of smoke and mirrors. Cassidy flicked another card into the target. "Hurry up and start thrashing each other. Solitaire's getting dull."