About Cassie DuSollier
Airship you arrived on: Cercueil Volant: A ricketty vessel it seems only o hang together with string and sprockets. Whilst 'flying' on it Cassie, seems to have a wench glued to her hand and a smudge of oil on her face. Her French accent becomes thicker as she swears up a storm as the Airship continually falls apart on her.
One or two lines about appearance: Dair hair and Parisian features, she comports herself with a self-confidence that boarders on arrogance. She knows how competant she is, and seems to expect all others to be the same.
One or two lines about personality: Bold and adventurous, she has come back from a trip across the Alps after breaking into a Swiss bank to liberate gold from the undeserving capitalists. She has a strong streak of Anarchist in her, but a good heart spending her money on charities or to fund her crazy exploits.
Any other relevant information: Adele Blanc-Sec crossed with Steam-punk.
she punctuates the last with a thrust kick to the sternum. The twin goes flying back-wards; her back crashing into a steel pump. The large dent from the impact shows in the flanks, as the furious woman advances upon the prone.
Seeing her death advancing upon her, the replicant picks up a wrench from atop the pump she swings it. Dodging out of the way the weapon it connects with the metal box; a jarring pain shoots up her arm as there is a snapping sound....
The wrench falls to the floor with a tinkle of metal, as the women look into ear others eyes.
A low hissing sound erupts as the disgorging it's black viscous oil over the duo. The dark shower covers the pair, making any identification very difficult as they spin away. Facing each other in a slightly crouched fighting stance, they circle slowly.
A small flinch from one and they move together mirroring each other. Each with a low kick their shins cash heavily, then again and a trifecta ; when they go for a fourth Cassie hooks her heel around the on-coming attack and pulls back. Drawing them both down into the splits they face each other, a steely gaze crosses between the two. 'What did she do.' 'I am not inferior to her.'
The air between there bodies seem to spark with tension as the first strikes with an elbow landing just under the jaw. With a nod the twin smashes her elbow back. The respect and tension as they alternate strikes faster and faster and faster. Until with a jaw breaking smash rocks a twin backwards as she tucks and back-rolls onto her feet. Whilst the striker uses her momentum to spin into a handstand and flip back onto her feet. Facing each other in their fighting stance.
They circle slowly around each other; then a brutal leg-strike to the ribs is counter with a flying knee strike. The split after the flurry breathing hard, pale eyes showing underneath the dark covering of motor-oil. Another kick is caught, the captor draws the hopping French-woman close and punches her with heavy hands. Despite reeling from the strike, she wraps her other leg around the thorax driving the air from the lungs.
There they exchange punches; "Loser." "Weak." "You cannot protect anything." "Leto, Gigus, Taraz, Father."
Subsequent elbows and punches get weaker until they roll apart on groggy feet, they stand facing each other.
Making a sandwich:
Having got all the ingredients together for the Chicken and Lettuce sandwich, Cassie prepares. She draws the knife from it's protective sheathe. Grasping the tool in her firm grip; with a practised motion she draws it back and forth across the crown of the loaf. The teeth gently bite into it with a soft rasping sound. Slowly the bread yields to her expert touch as the rapidity of the motion increases... Until with almost a sigh the slice falls away from the body of the loaf. Cassie looks down satisfied with the results of her efforts.
Placing it upon the counter she tests the bread with the sensitive tips of her fingers. The firmness is perfect as it gives, just enough under her touch, quickly bouncing back and recovering.
Cassie smiles, taking the lid off the butter dish she carefully reveals the soft butter, warm and softly melting. Malleable to the touch the golden oil promises delight. Drawing the blade of a knife across the surface, with a delicate but insistent motion; the soft viscous fluid curls up around the tool. Gratefully accepting it's fate it clings to the implement; before it's deposited upon the moist bread. Pushed across the surface it leaves a residue in it's wake; a soft slightly salty moisture to make the mouth water.
A crisp round sphere of lettuce is removed from the cold fridge. Droplets of moisture cling to the perfect curves as it awaits the despoiling to come. With relish Cassie snaps the outer leaves from the lettuce, releasing it from the bondage it was held within. Biting her lip, Cassie decides which leaves to pick. The inner folds softer and tenderer, whilst the outer crisper and with a fuller flavour gained by experience. Picking up the larger leaves, then with a snap of her wrists she flicks away the moisture - releasing the crisp taste held within.
The torn chicken breast was next, giving the sandwich it's filling. Placing it upon the hardwood board, she runs her fingers across the golden outer covering. Cassie thinks to herself; 'Do I leave on the moist skin, or not.' A quick decision later and she slowly peels back the outer covering, exposing the pale succulent flesh underneath. Nails pushing into the tender breast, it pushes back against her a certain firmness refusing to yield to her touch. Her lips quirk into a smile, then suddenly she thrusts into the flesh. The succulent meat gives way as she tears chunks away from it, pale strands cling together as she draws them apart. Placing the warm meat upon the crisp green bed, with a satisfied sign at the aesthetically pleasing sight.
Finally to top it off mayonnaise, however there was no fresh. Thus she retrieves a bottle from the cupboard. With a deft flick of her thumb the lid pops open, ready for the contents to be spilt forth. Taking a firm grip around the mid-section she turns it upside down. A quick firm squeeze, again and again, the creamy fluid burst out of the tip. The tangy sauce covers the pale poultry; much to her delight. Placing a second slice of bread to cap off the sandwich, Cassie presses it with a satisfied sigh.
Rashida's whisper to Mimi:
She moves to the balcony, the chill night air raises goosebumps upon her exposed flesh. She looks out over the still dark lake, the reflections of the city fish flitting through the gentle ripples. Cassie smiles softly...
The hollow noise and vacant vista fill her senses. Her heart sinks...he was gone.
Blinking away the tears streaming down her face she goes inside.
Cassie carefull looks inside the doorway, cautious to not present a target.
Inside a dark silouhette stands amongst the vibrant hues glimmering against his dark form. There's a hint of deepest blue to the form as he's hunched over a complicated console. Bellows rise and fall nearby, with a mechanical wheeze