30 days of questions;; cassie lang;; batch 3
if your character could choose a different identity, who would they pick?
she’d not really thought about it all that much, and was having difficulty with the question just now. it wasn’t that cassie didn’t have any imagination. she had waaaaay too much information. but this specific question stumped her. who else could she be?
the dungeon master was still trying to go over things with someone else. they were a bunch of newbies, and maybe this first session would just be character creating. cass already had a tonne of ideas, but she kept getting side-tracked by other things. just the idea of creating someone to play as opened up so many doors in her mind. seriously, the problem really was too much imagination. forgetting the game, just for a moment, her mind was wandering to what else she could picture herself as because the question stumped her.
she was everything she wanted to be - wasn’t she? i mean, cass wasn’t perfect. and she knew that. too stubborn, too emotional (so quick to anger), a major procrastinator.... but she was a freaking hero, and she had a family that loved her, and she liked being a student and-- what else could she be?
maybe she’d like to explore. yeah. if she wasn’t so hellbent on being a student, on showing she had some of her mother and fathers brains and proving she was smart she’d maybe have gone exploring. cass loved uni life, but exploring? that’d be so awesome. (and hey, her dungeons character should totally be an explorer? did this world have an indiana jones/ cause if not indiana lang could work). maybe the identity she’d pick would be not to have one at all. to be free from everything so she could just go and explore all the different places. travel in jungles to meet people with lives vastly different from hers, travel to places where she could help out and give to those in need, explore deserts and cities and mountains! yeah. yeah, that’s what she’d do. hell, maybe even explore SPACE. there was a whole freaking galaxy out there.
“earth to lang, earth to lang-- hey! you’re drawing on the fucking sheet, cass!”
“huh?” cassie blinked, looking down at the sheet she was writing her stats on and then giving a sheepish grin. “shit. sorry. i got lost in my own mind for a moment. uh... i don’t suppose you have some more paper? an extra supply you brought for cassie emergencies?”
in what or whom is your character’s greatest faith in?
cassie believed in people. she was good at that. she just liked to see the best in people, and to believe that they were trying hard. that there was goodness inside everyone. or at least, she was MOSTLY good at that. if someone ever threatened her friends or family? yeah, that whole line of thought could momentarily disappear as anger took over.
as she watched the news report eagerly, sitting forwards in her seat in a way that would make her step-father snap at her to sit back or else she’d ruin her damn eyes. the report was on (another) fight in the city, one her father had been involved in.
cass believed in the young avengers, believed in their mission and what they could do. each of them had so many talents and abilities - but maybe it was their mutual stubbornness that really held them together. they were kick-ass, no butt left unkicked when the young avengers were about (wait, that maybe didn’t sound so good?).
but her father. he was the one she believed in the most. and it wasn’t just belief he could save the day. it was a pure belief he could do anything.
she listened intently as the news reporter described the attack, but then instead ignored them to focus on the images. it was clear the reporter was biased, and that they weren’t exactly huge fans of heroes. whatever. her dad had been amazing, and she just needed to see the pictures to make sure he was alright. she’d talked with him on the phone, but she still hadn’t yet been able to visit.
she gave a sigh of relief as an aftermath image showed scott lang just fine and a bright grin spread on her features. OF COURSE he was alright. he always was. scott lang, his daughters hero from day one. he was funny and he was smart, and they just loved each other. it wasn’t that cassie thought he could do EVERYTHING. she wasn’t stupid, and she wasn’t completely blinded by her love. she just believed that he would always be there, and just as importantly, that he would always try. he was A GOOD MAN. despite what some thought. if anyone could help her, in any situation, well then it was going to be her daddy.
she sat back in the chair, grin not quite left her features yet. the fight looked way more awesome from the video and images on the news that her dad had made it out to be. but then he’d been distracted on the phone. when they met up later in the week for milkshakes and burgers they could talk more, and she’d get the full story - with tonnes of puns, and impressions, and actions. it’d be better then, in person. it always was.
what was the best thing in your character’s life?
“that’s a stupid question! i can’t just narrow it down to one thing. i mean, c’mon eli, what’s your best thing, huh?”
the question had aggravated her for a second - just a split second really, and then she’d calmed down. she let her arms fall back to her side after throwing them in the air, and actually began to consider the question. it was NONSENSE of course. like, honestly, how could she just specify one thing.
“i mean, being born was kind of awesome. i feel like my birth has really led to some of my greatest moments,” she joked, sending her friend a grin. the blonde ran her hand through her hair, her thoughtful expression coming into play (really, her look of concentration wasn’t so pretty - slightly scrunched up nose, slight frown, furrowed brow). she was really trying to come up with an answer.
“maybe the day i first got pym particles? my dad used them to stop me from-- y’know, dying and all. heart problems. that was maybe the best. course, i then went on to start stealing the particles. maybe the best day was the day i finally found out the stolen particles were doing something and could let me grow and shrink.” that had been AWESOME. both of those days. the first time she’d gotten pym particles so much fear and worry had been lifted from her, and she felt better knowing her parents were slightly less worried for her too. but getting powers? what could beat that?
she gave a groan, reaching out and giving eli a light shove (not like a hard shove from her would move him anyways). “why d’you have to make me think so early in the fucking morning? c’mon eli, it’s too tough for me. i mean... what about meeting you? and kate? and the rest of the team, huh? that’s one of the best things too. i’m not a decisive person - at least not with these things. i’m gonna have to pass on this question.”
What was the worst thing in your character’s life?
“seriously? yesterday was the best, and now we’re onto the worst? what, couldn’t you think of anything else to ask me? you know i don’t like straining myself in the morning.” that wasn’t actually true, she was quite the morning person. just not the best at being decisive on these things. plus, why think about the WORST thing? eli just liked annoying her was all.
“i dunno. thinking my dad was dead? that was like-- i mean, it doesn’t get much worse than that right?” course he hadn’t been dead, and that had just been cassie’s imagination running away with her. just thrown in jail. again. that happened a fair bit. she always worried about her dad - he was as accident and trouble prone as she was. it was a lang family trait.
“maybe the times i’ve nearly died. i don’t mean with you guys. i mean before. like... before before. when i’d never had any pym particles. i couldn’t do anything really. i wasn’t meant to strain my heart and you know what? EVERYTHING strains a persons heart. any excitement or fear or sheer joy. it sucked. there were a lot of times i was rushed to hospital as well. that was scary. maybe feeling so helpless. that was a bad thing. but come on! eli, you can’t make me think about all the bad stuff. can we go back to the best quesiton now? i don’t have an answer but it’s way better than this?”
she sent her friend a grin, strolling down the street with her morning coffee and a muffin. morning meet ups were always fun. the questions? not so much. she was still happy, but the question did get her thinking. she’d had some sucky moments. and maybe deciding on the worst things was easier than the best things. what she’d already mentioned were in her top three worst moments - in no particular order. and the third thing?
a hand went absently to her cheek, the blonde thinking of the time her mother had slapped her. the hit hadn’t been too painful - but it had shocked her. it hadn’t helped with the resentment she’d always sorta had for her mother and step-father. she LOVED them, but kinda hated them too. and she remembered that slap clearly, and that they’d been arguing over her father. and his heroics, and his job, and him turning up to see cassie. they’d not always liked scott seeing her - but knew she’d just run to him if they tried to keep her away. yeah. that slap was nothing like any punch she’d taken from villains. but to come from her mother? ...yeah. yeah, that had made it a whole lot worse. and to have been hit because her mum didn’t like her speaking and saying things in a loving tone about her dad made it worse.
she shook her head, noticing eli giving her a questioning look. she smiled, pulled a silly face, and then said, “don’t stare. in polite company that’s considered fucking rude.”