#powers!verse

[olivierperrier]

Fighting Style    / Olivier

Bold = Always True  Italics = Sometimes True

fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range /  chat during /  go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / bait an opponent’s first strike / strike first /  provoked easily /   provoke their opponent / tease /  get visibly frustrated  / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to /  fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded  / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another /   prefer a blade  /  prefer a gun  / prefer a bow /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a spear naginata / prefer a personalized weapon / prefer magic or spells /  prefer brawling  / their greatest weakness is physical /  their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle  / fight as they appear /  rely on strength  /  rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly /  high stamina /  doubt their strength  /  proceed with caution /  behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength /  avoid civilians /  strike down civilians / damage surroundings  / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go /  mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork /  messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent /  use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently /  barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block /  defend their blindside / has no blindside /  use all available advantages /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  /  hold back /  fight ruthlessly / show mercy /  wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready  / fear death  /  fear pain / fear killing /  has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly

[pretttydemonboy]

Pep Talk

Being a superhero doesn’t mean you’re always strong, and it definitely doesn’t mean you’re always perfect.

“I can’t do this.”

Cass stood backstage pressed flat against a wall, her stomach churning and her knees threatening to buckle underneath he. George stood in front of her with his hands neatly clasped in front of him. The look on his face was sympathetic, but there was an edge of urgency to his voice when he spoke.

“Yes, you can. All you have to do is talk, maybe answer a few questions. Just go out there and say something inspiring.”

Cassandra felt bile rise up in her throat. Her face was hot, her heart was pounding, and George was only making it worse. She knew what this was, the time she spent in rehab taught her that this was an anxiety attack. Despite knowing that, she couldn’t seem to make herself calm down.

How am I supposed to go out there and talk to a bunch of teenagers about the dangers of drugs when I’m constantly fighting the urge to dope myself into oblivion? What kind of role model can I be to these kids?

“Cassandra!”

George’s harsh whisper broke Cass out of her thought spiral. “What?” she asked, her voice pathetic and pleading.

“Your brother is on the phone. Talk to him.”

Suddenly a phone was inches from her face. She snatched it out of the air without a second thought and pressed it to her ear.

“Xavier?”

“Hey, what’s going on?”

Cassandra let out a shaky breath and turned away from George as he headed out onto the stage.

“I can’t go out there.”

“Why not?”

“Because they’re expecting a hero. They’re expecting this big strong person and I can’t go out there and pretend to be that person.”

“So don’t.”

Out of all the possible responses that Xavier could have given, that wasn’t one that Cassandra expected. “What are you saying?”

“Don’t go out there and act strong, go out there and tell them the truth.”

“George told me to inspire these kids, not depress them.”

“They don’t need some bullshit speech about why drugs are bad and why they should ‘just say no’, they need to hear the ugly truth about what happens when you say yes.”

“I don’t know Xavier…”

There was a pause on the other end and Cass was ready to hear her brother give up on her. She wouldn’t blame him if he did, she knew she was being ridiculous and of course she couldn’t just shut up and get this over with, she had to freak out about it and worry for no goddamn reason.

“What would you say to yourself at that age?”

“I don’t know. Don’t do this it’s fucking stupid and it’s going to ruin your life?”

“So imagine you’re talking to yourself. Imagine that every kid out there is going through what you went through, and be the person you needed when you were younger.”

Cassandra didn’t respond at first, but a moment later she nodded and said, “Okay. Okay, yeah. I can do that I think.”

“You’re a good person, Cass. You can do this.”

“Thank you Xavier.”

“Love you too sis,” she could hear Xavier’s smile through the phone. “I’ll have popcorn and terrible movies for you when you get back.”

There was a click and the phone was silent. When George came back and raised an eyebrow at her, Cassandra managed a small smile and nodded. He offered her a smile in return and took the phone back, then gestured for her to go out whenever she was ready.

Cass wiped her eyes and smoothed out her clothes, then she took a deep breath and walked out onstage to the thunderous applause of more than a hundred different versions of herself. There was a podium with a microphone on it, but instead of standing behind the wooden box Cassandra removed the microphone and sat down on the stage.

When the applause died down, she held the microphone up to her mouth and smiled.

“My name is Spitfire, and I’m a recovering drug addict.”

[pretttydemonboy]

Cassandra and Xavier in superpowers verse. Just being together in their downtime.

My first response to this was, “Superheroes get downtime?” and then I remembered the Shwarma scene at the end of the first Avengers movie.

“Sometimes I really hate this job,” Cass muttered, mostly to herself. She was currently laying in a bed in the infirmary, an IV needle sticking out of her arm and gauze wrapped around what felt like her entire body. The MARS medic assured her that it wasn’t her whole body, but the way they said it made Cass think they were just trying to make her feel better.

“You could quit, but I don’t think it would make much difference.”

Cass glanced up and saw Xavier standing at the end of her bed, a brown paper bag in one hand and a stack of DVDs in the other. Her face split into a grin, or at least something resembling one. From the look on Xavier’s face, the resemblance was minimal.

“You’re right. I hate you, but you’re right. I’d still be beating up dumbass criminals no matter what.”

“At least here you have government permission to do so.”

Xavier grabbed a chair sitting up against the wall and pulled it over to the side of Cassandra’s bed. He set the bag and the stack of DVDs next to her leg and sat down in the chair.

“You’re not playing hooky to keep me company are you?”

“Is it playing hooky if I was told to keep you company?”

Cass reached over and smacked Xavier’s arm weakly. “Way to spread the love, asshole.”

“Shut up. Harper told me you got your ass kicked so I offered to keep you occupied until you recover so you don’t harass the medics again,” Xavier explained, his mouth lifting up into a smirk. “I’m pretty sure that if the medics had to choose between dealing with you and dealing with Sam, they would have to think about it for at least a minute.”

If Cass hadn’t been laid up in bed she would have reminded her brother why it wasn’t a good idea to compare her to Sam. At least she was willing to cooperate to a certain point. Getting Sam to the infirmary was like pulling teeth out of a lion’s mouth.

“How about you put in a movie before I deck you?”

Xavier smirked again and grabbed the case on top of the pile. While he went about setting it up, Cass took the opportunity to rifle through the bag of goodies he brought. There was an entire bag of jolly ranchers, a bag of cheesy popcorn, and an obscene amount of dark chocolate and other junk food in the bag.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Cass said before tearing the jolly rancher package open and swiftly popping a cherry flavored candy into her mouth.

“Absolutely. I must become the alpha twin.”

Cass rolled her eyes and continued to suck on the candy as Xavier sat back down in the chair. The movie began - some B-grade horror flick that both of them found hilarious - and they fell into a comfortable silence, save for the sound of candy unwrapping or popcorn being crunched. They stayed that way, making occasional jokes about the movie, until it ended and it was time for the next one to go in. Cass didn’t make it very far through that one though, she was snoring twenty minutes in and Xavier pressed pause on the remote before resting his head on the pillows next to his sister. His neck was going to be sore in the morning, but it was worth it to get his sister to take her mind off the pain she was in, even for just a couple hours.