any form will do

Travis Woodworth. Twenty-six. Animal Shape-Shifter. Police Detective.

[shiftingtravis]

casstheseductress·:

Cassandra tried to refrain herself from rolling her eyes at the male. It was almost like he was reading from a script which put her back up straight away. She wasn’t just another person he had to interview for work and him treating her like one just made her remember one of the reasons why they’d broken up – work always came first for him. “I can’t really tell you much. A bunch of guys came in with guns, they all had masks on so I can’t tell you what they looked like, I tried using my powers and it backfired. One of them shot me. End of story. I can’t remember anything else.” If he wasn’t here on business she might have felt guilty for lying to him about not remembering anything else. Cassandra shrugged. “I don’t know. I just wanted to help. I wasn’t really thinking straight.” The raven-haired female felt herself growing self-conscious she knew his views on her powers and she was pretty sure this would just make things worse. She gave him a thankful smile as he left the room. A small sigh fell from her lips. Her head was throbbing, her stomach hurt that much that she felt sick and to top it all off she just felt like crying about the whole situation. She looked up as she heard Travis walk back into the room. “Thanks, babe.” 

Travis could almost see her composure shift when he started talking and that was probably all the warning sign he should have needed to stop. But, easier said than done. His brows drew together as she explained -- it was certainly probable that she didn’t remember much afterwards, but even still it was a very vague recollection. “If you need some more time to piece things together some more, then I can give you that. But you’re going to have to give me more to go off, Cassie.” That wasn’t strictly true. She didn’t have to tell him anything. Travis couldn’t say he really understood how she thought that would help in such a situation, but she was already in a rather vulnerable position and he wasn’t going to ask such a stupid question. “You could have got yourself killed.” He pressed his lips together and a look of real sorrow passed through his features at the thought. “I don’t know --” he sighed, shaking his head. “You need to be more careful.” And it wasn’t said in a forceful way, or as if he was lecturing her, but in more of a sad, almost pleading way. After coming back to the room, Travis stopped for a moment at the pet name that rolled off her lips with ease, but moved passed it only a few moments later and made his way to the side of her bed. “Anything you need, I'm here.” He was well aware of their current situation, but that didn't mean he didn't still care for her -- even if he wasn't always the best at showing it.  

[casstheseductress]

shiftingtravis·:

“I guess – you should try, though.” He said, voice soft. Travis was taken aback a moment by her comment. She wasn’t exactly wrong, but he almost felt guilty because of that fact. “I wanted to make sure you were okay anyway.” He stated, but proceeded to nod. “But I do need to collect a statement.” Travis ran a hand through his hair. “You were shot – I think that classifies you as a victim. It certainly does by our books… What do you mean you got cocky?” He asked, not sure how that related. “Do you need anything?” He asked, taking in her form. 

Cass shrugged, “Perhaps.” Though she never was good at taking advice. Nodding, she tried to hide the hurt from her face. It was stupid really, they weren’t even together anymore - she had no right to be hurt but it just reminded her of all the disappointments when he failed to attend their dates because of work. It always seemed to come in front of her, she shouldn’t have expected any different. “And do I need to provide you with one? Because, honestly, I’d rather not – there’s not much point anyway, from what I remember they were all shot anyway.” If she was being honest her hesitancy in providing a statement was mainly to spite Travis though, it was also because she didn’t want to get Alec into any trouble after he helped them all. “I tried using my powers on them, and one of them got suspicious,” Cassandra explained with a sigh. “Maybe some more pain meds if you don’t mind asking one of the nurses.”

[shiftingtravis]

The detective fiddled with his tie for a moment before meeting his gaze. "We need a statement from everyone. And you seemed to be the most involved in the incident, so any information you can provide would be very helpful." He repeated much of the same wording that he would tell anyone. Though, that probably wasn't the best way to convince her. "They were all shot. But that doesn't close an investigation -- it just makes more questions." He explained. He was grateful that Cass had made it out of there, even with the wound. But as far as his role as a detective went, he could not be happy with the conclusion of murder. Hearing her explanation, Travis' jaw clenched. "What were you thinking, Cass?" He asked -- Travis already had issues with her power... but now it was putting her in dangerous situations. He sighed. Nodding at her request, he moved outside the room for a few minutes to track down a nurse and fulfil her request before returning. "They'll be a few minutes." He offered a small smile.

[shiftingtravis]

casstheseductress·:

“Easier said than done.” The raven-haired female replied closing her eyes briefly as she breathed through the wave of pain that hit her from moving too quickly. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Oh… Wait– You’re here for work, aren’t you?” Cass asked pressing her lips together. “I’m not a victim. Christ. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and then I got too cocky.” She gave a small shrug. “Honestly? Like shit.” 

“I guess -- you should try, though.” He said, voice soft. Travis was taken aback a moment by her comment. She wasn’t exactly wrong, but he almost felt guilty because of that fact. “I wanted to make sure you were okay anyway.” He stated, but proceeded to nod. “But I do need to collect a statement.” Travis ran a hand through his hair. “You were shot -- I think that classifies you as a victim. It certainly does by our books... What do you mean you got cocky?” He asked, not sure how that related. “Do you need anything?” He asked, taking in her form. 

[casstheseductress]

“Honestly, you’ve wasted your time coming here – I’m fine. It was my own stupid fault anyway. It’s embarrassing really.” Cassandra stated with a small sigh, wincing slightly as she shifted in bed so she could see them properly.

[shiftingtravis]

Travis examined the woman’s features as she spoke and saw the wince as she shifted. “You should try not to move so sharply.” He spoke softly, inching further into the room. “You’re the victim here, Cass -- none of this was your fault.” Whoever was at fault had clearly paid for it. “How are you feeling?” 

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