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Cassie Harris

Media darling and pretty face aside, Cassie's persuasive nature is more than just a way with words. There's more to the pretty blonde woman than meets the eye.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Disdain

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Registered citizen of the Terran National Government

Description

ImageName: Cassie Harris
Age: 22

Personality: Bubbly and cheerful, Cassie is almost always light-hearted and in good humour. She has a biting wit that she tends to employ largely in jest, and tends to have to say "I'm just kidding!" a lot. Protective and kind, despite her relative lack of combat-relative abilities Cassie does her best to help her friends and teammates out in a scuffle.

"My articles sell because I talk about the issues people care about. I don't just let things lie to appease politicians or armies. If someone in the public eye is doing something immoral, I am going to crucify them, and consequences be damned."

Cassie has had a pretty easy life, on the scale of things. Her parents were upper-middle class, and she had a leg up on the system from the start. Living in the well-to-do city of Solinus, she went to a private school and achieved straight As in her studies. Her interests have always lain primarily in investigating and exposing corruption, lies and crime in powerful figures. She's worked as a private investigator, but her primary source of income has been as a journalist - both freelance and full-time, practising investigative journalism and writing sensationalised articles to stir up activism and interest in the issues she finds important. Though she is still something of a privileged young woman, she's spent enough time away from home and involving herself in things she shouldn't be to have acquired a more down to earth side, more than willing to get her hands dirty.

Abilities:

Silver-tongue charm - Cassie has spent some time mastering a subtle form of magic, one often associated with succubi, or other demonic entities. When she speaks, other people have a natural tendency towards agreeing with her without thinking, and they will find her arguments more persuasive than they otherwise would have. This can't be exclusively relied on, as if there are obvious holes in her story, anyone who takes a few minutes to go over it in their heads enough times will break the spell through simple logic, but if the story seems superficially watertight, people are a lot less inclined to question it.

So begins...

Cassie Harris's Story

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"What's that? Seriously? You're yanking my chain, Nathan, I swear. Really? Sounds like a bad new Narnia opening... you sure there wasn't a snowy forest in there too?"

The door of the bar was pushed open to admit a young blonde woman with her mobile held up to her ear, her expression a cross between concern and amusement. A pair of designer glasses rested on her nose, her features covered with just-enough makeup and lipstick, and her mid-length blonde hair was carefully styled. A face that any British occupants of the bar might recognise, if only vaguely.

Everything about Cassie just screamed 'image', her designer clothes and even the way she walked all came together to make her look just right for television. She was the type of girl that could quite easily be used as the template for a new barbie doll. But then, that was how you got into the media business, wasn't it?

"A cassette tape? Isn't that a bit old fashioned? I suppose that'll make it easier to trace - I'll look into it for ya. Talk to you laters, buh bye!"

The woman slipped her phone away as she approached the bar and glanced for a moment for a bartender, but instead, noticed a rather angry-looking ... stripper? Some sort of scantily clad fairy woman, anyway, standing a few feet away and screeching at a boy who looked like he was still in his early teens.

"Ooer... this isn't the Down Arms..."

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"Talk to me, not about me, loves." Cassie raised an eyebrow and sidled down the counter closer to Preston and Absinthe, slipping off the leather gloves she wore and tucking them into her bag. "Is there some sort of problem?"

The reporter looked between Absinthe and Preston, and idly wondered whether a bar that had women like that in ought to be allowing boys of that age in.

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Cassie blinked, and looked back at Preston. It was true, he was a fashion disaster, but then weren't most teenage boys? "Done-up? Look who's talking. Are you even wearing a skirt, or is that just the hem of your blouse and a cape? Not sure that you're rocking the superhero look there." She rolled her eyes, and ignored the fairy for a moment.

"Hey," she said, addressing Preston with a smile, "I'm Cassie - and you've not upset me? What gave you that idea? Is this ... fairy of some sort ... bothering you?"

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"Oh, I beg your pardon, ma'am. I dismissed the possibility of you being a dancer because I assumed that your somewhat excessive attributes," it was clear here what Cassie meant by 'attributes', "would overbalance you."

Cassies responding smile was equally sweet, and positively cheery. "But listen," and at this point the faintest touch of magic seeped into Cassie's words - it was questionable whether her talents would work on Absinthe, but if they did, then the reporter would begin to sound highly convincing as her persuasion magic kicked in - "You've no reason to cause any fuss here, I'm sure your intentions for the boy are only the best, but you'd have a far more enjoyable time somewhere else."

With that said, Cassie turned back to Preston. "Sorry. Where were we? Oh! Your name. Nothing? I can't believe that, hon, I'm sure you've got some name or other." The reporter easily noted that the boy was sinking down, and frowned. "Chin up, kid! What on earth's the matter?"

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"Don't be like that," Cassie raised an eyebrow, "Names can't be 'bad'. You could be called Jupitus-fugglenut for all I care ... well, alright, that's sort of a stupid name. But you get my drift, right?"

Cassie frowned, before clicking her tongue, "Well, what's got you feeling not so good? I'm sure there's something, hun, even if it's buried at the back of your mind. Don't you have a friend you can call? Parents you can talk to?"

Cassie gave Absinthe a glare as she left, but didn't rise to the challenge.

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"Preston isn't a bad name! I thought you were going to tell me you were called something like 'Dick Richard', or 'Gerta'." Cassie smiled, folding her arms, "Look, kid ... I don't know why you care what a bitchy hooker has to say about you, but don't."

No friends or family? That was probably a contributing factor to Preston's poor mood. "Where are you from, Preston?" she asked, pondering what angle she might be able to take here.

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"... I'm going to go with no, just to be on the safe side." Cassie replied to Kyo, "As a rule ... no."

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Cassie tutted. This was getting silly. It was time to turn on the charm - or more accurately, the magic. "Listen, Preston. I want you to pay close attention to what I'm about to say."

Cassie faced Preston directly, and her words began to fall accompanied by her carefully refined magic of persuasiveness. "The only person who has the last say on what you should be like, is you. When people call you names, or insult you, or anything like that, you don't need to acknowledge them. Their opinions aren't the ones that matter. When you make friends - and you will make friends - their opinions will matter, but not as much as your own. You're a good kid, and impressing a hooker is not important on the grand scale of things in life."

Cassie smiled, "Take a few moments to let that sink in, maybe give yourself a mental slap. I like you, Preston, so far. You're a damn sight nicer than a lot of kids your age."

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"Now," Cassie said, looking at her watch, "You're a teenager, right? So I'm guessing you watch TV, yeah? I work with the BBC, see - that's the 'main' channel back home in England, if you don't know - and I'm thinking that you might enjoy, I dunno, hanging around the various sets with me? I can totally get you sneak peeks at pretty much everything, if you're interested?"

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Oh, shit. Why did there have to be a creepy stalker fanboy today of all days? Stalker-mail was bad enough, but people tracking her down in bars?

"Ohh dear..." Cassie winced, turning to look at Darren with an expression that was so unamused it could've killed a standup career all by itself. "Hoold it, hooold it!" the blonde woman waved a hand in the air.

"Listen, I know, you're probably a fan of all my shows, you probably totally 'dig' my 'new' and 'exciting' way of reporting, but please, please can you appreciate me from a distance?" Cassie sighed, "Can I just sign something and be done with it? This is all really sweet and everything but ... ahhh..."

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"What shows? So you aren't a stalker-like fanb-"

Wait, what?

Cassie stared flatly at Kyo, "No! Who even are you?" Good grief, just five minutes ago Cassie had been lecturing an emotionally unstable teen about how he wasn't a pile of crap, and now everything had just exploded at once.

Deciding to ignore Kyo's odd offer for the moment, Cassie sighed into her hand and walked up to Darren. "Look, hun, serenading is all fine and well, but at least wait until you know the girl before you sing your heart out to her. A friend or a partner serenading you is sweet, but a total stranger doing it? That's kind of creepy."

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"Oh, don't- No, I didn't mean to-!"

Great! Now she felt bad, and had to wait around for the poor boy to finish crying in the bathroom so she could apologise and try and make him feel better. Maybe she should just quit her job, and become a therapist -- she seemed to do enough of that anyway!

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"I'm not mean, everyone else is just oversensitive..." Cassie shook her head and sighed heavily, "At least I don't eat people!" The reporter wasn't even sure what Kyo was, that he did, but she didn't really care right at the moment.

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"Hey!" Cassie waved to Darren as he emerged from the bathroom, "Sorry we got off to a bad start, I'm really not very romantic -- and will you two just, go off and talk to each other? You are really what I don't need right now."

Turning back to Darren, Cassie smiled and held a hand out, "I'm Cassie, and I really didn't mean to upset you. You're good! You've got great talent, and everything. I'm just jaded, is all!"

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"Darren, it's a pleasure to meet you. You busk? Or do you have a job at a club, or somewhere?" Cassie smiled, "See, you get why I thought you might be a creepy stalker? I get that - people send me weird letters, and everything. It's a small sacrifice, really, though."

Cassie shook her head, "I jumped to conclusions. I'm sure you're perfectly nice!"

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"You're not creepy! You're far too embarrassed and self-conscious to be creepy." Cassie smiled, "Look, I've got a job to do right now, but how's about you come out with me and a few of my friends sometime this week? You look like you could do with a few nights out to get into the swing of things."

The reporter briefly considered giving the boy her number, but decided that was a bit premature. "We were planning to go to the pub tomorrow evening, so why don't you drop by? The place is called the Cockerel's Crown, it's not far from here."

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"Everyone needs a leg up now and again," Cassie grinned, "I dunno whether it's just me, but you look like you're stuck in a bit of a rut. Busking isn't an illustrious career. A few friends is always a good start - not that I'm assuming you're antisocial or anything!"

Glancing at her watch, Cassie clicked her tongue, "Right, I gotta run - I'll see you tomorrow evening, hopefully! And no, this isn't a silly reality show -- I don't work for ITV!"

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"No problem, Darren - see you around!" Cassie gave the boy a last smile before hurrying off out the door. She had a wendingo in a wardrobe to suss out...

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The warm London pub called 'The Down Arms' was bustling with a small crowd of regulars, most sitting around the bar area and chatting over pints of ale. Period decorations, bare beams and a roaring fireplace gave the establishment a very friendly, homely feel to it. There were a few groups of families and friends scattered around the tables and booths of the pub, but seeing as it was a weekday night, it wasn't as busy as it might otherwise have been.

Cassie slipped past a pair of men chatting by the bar and made a beeline for the table where she had spotted the other three agents who had agreed to the 'office outing' such as it was; Nathan, Yasmine and Matt. The other team members, Carissa, Jenny and Alice, were all off doing their own thing, be it work-related or familiar.

"Evening everyone!" Cassie exclaimed cheerfully as she approached, flopping down onto a padded seat in the booth with a sigh. "Feels good to sit down, eesh. I feel like I've been running around like a headless chicken all day. No thanks to you."

Cassie gave Nathan a stern stare then, and the black-haired young man held his hands up. The team leader, Nathan was rather attractive. Shame he was gay, Cassie thought, but that was beside the point. "It's not my fault that someone hid a ravenous, ferocious supernatural monster in a wardrobe, Cass." Nathan said, smirking.

"You could have killed it more quietly! Even I had a hard time convincing the police and the fire department to not bother investigating the gaping claw marks in the walls, the splintered furniture and most significantly, why the damn fire started in the first place! You're lucky we were able to plant a smashed oil lantern before the forensic team arrived."

Nathan shook his head, "I did the best I could. We were caught off guard."

Grinning, Cassie waved a hand. "I'm just joshing you, Nathan. I get that. How are you, by the way? How's your arm?"

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Nathan was in the process of rolling up his sleeve to show Cassie the bandages wrapped around his left arm, where the creature's claws had torn a deep wound in his flesh. After spending the remainder of the morning after the callout undergoing magical healing, the arm was largely recovered, but the healing required to fully heal a wound of that magnitude would probably have killed him - hence the bandages - when Darren walked over.

"Hey Darren!" Cassie said, smiling at the young man as he approached, "Glad you could make it. Guys - this is Darren, I met him yesterday in Wing City. Darren, this is Nathan, Yasmine and Matt." the girl gestured at each of her friends as she spoke.

Nathan rolled his sleeve back down and nodded to him, "A pleasure." he said, offering the hand to shake. Matt - a brown-haired man slightly younger than Nathan, Darren's own age, lifted his hand in a wave.

"Cass mentioned you. Had any better luck with your guitar yet?" he teased, grinning for a moment before the dark-skinned girl next to him elbowed him in the ribs.

Yasmine scowled at Matt, "Don't be cruel, Matthew." she said, before smiling warmly to Darren. "Sorry. Matthew is somewhat insensitive. What he fails to mention is how utterly awful his own musical talent is."

"I'm not that bad!" Matt protested, frowning.

Nathan snorted, "And what do you call bad, then? Literally strangling an animal in front of a microphone? I can't imagine how your teacher ever put up with you for the week and a half she did; you were annoying enough when I tried to help!"

Matt huffed. "I just have a short attention span. And it's not my fault that you have ... interesting work environments."

"You mean you were too busy gawking at my sister to pay attention."

"Shut up."

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"See! This guy gets me. Story of my life - talent, just not very good with it." Matt shook his head, giving Yasmine an annoyed glance.

Nathan nodded, "I play guitar too." he said, "I have an acoustic, but I normally use an electric. Suits my musical taste better." the young man grinned, glad that Darren hadn't noticed the bandages - he had an excuse lined up, but it wasn't entirely believable. It sounded like an excuse.

Cassie gestured to Darren, "Go on, sit down - don't just stand there!" she said, indicating the remaining space next to her. "So how've you been?"

Nathan smiled, "Shall I get some drinks?" she asked. The others nodded and gave Nathan their orders, and he rose from his seat, pausing to glance questioningly at Darren.

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"Oh, that wasn't because of the injury," Cassie hastily interjected, "He was just at work far too late being his workaholic self."

Yasmine raised an eyebrow, "Yes, I can imagine finding that sort of work would be hard. Do you have qualifications, or-"

"Come on, Yasmine, this is a casual night out - don't grill the guy about his work-life!" Matt said, rolling his eyes. "To quote, why so serious, girl?"

"I'm just curious."

Cassie shook her head, "They'll do this all evening if we let them." she said to Darren, "Opposites apparently grate in this case."

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"Nathan's probably the most normal. Matt's loud and doesn't know the meaning of 'tact', and Yasmine's far too grim-faced and serious." Cassie grinned, "You get used to them, though, they balance each other out well enough."

In the meantime, Nathan wandered back with four drinks, raising an eyebrow at Yasmine and Matt's bickering. "Did Matt say something again?" he asked.

"Evidently." Cassie smirked, while the other two glared at each other, lapsing from their brief not-entirely-serious-argument.

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Nathan grinned, "We should jam sometime." he said, "Even though that makes us sound like jazz musicians. Alice - that's another one of our little group - sometimes plays piano with me, but it isn't the same as a good old-fashioned guitar-fest."

Matt snorted, "Inviting the new kid back to your place already, Nathan?"

Nathan gave Matt an unamused stare, "Really, Matt? We're making gay jokes now? Is that how this is going to go down?"

"I apologise and resign my role as humour-creator effective immediately. Would you like me to make a badge and then hand it in as proof of my heartfelt guilt for such offensive suggestions?"

"Are you still talking?"

"Always."

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"Nobody said you were." Nathan raised an off-putting knowing eyebrow. "I am though, so if that changes your mind, say now. But don't worry, whatever Matt might imply, I'm not aggressive. I won't bite in any sense of the word."

Matt raised a hand "I didn't imply that. Much. And if I did I wasn't being-"

"Serious. We know." Yasmine laughed, "You only have to clarify that ten times a day."

Cassie snorted, "Anyone would think you were being deliberately tactless to-"

"Hey! Don't go there. What the new guy said. Except without the serenading bit." Matt facepalmed.