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Post by Superboy on Sept 11, 2012 13:37:59 GMT -5
There were quite a few girls who thought all teenage boys were sick perverts. Conner believed some girls were uptight prudes who hated all guys, but he didn't think all of them. What he wanted in a girl was a girl who was compassionate, feisty, kind and also a good person. In the years he had been alive, which was only eight years, he had been in a couple of relationships. But they hadn't lasted due to his life as Superboy, and the fact he had been, and still was, a bit socially awkward. But he wasn't judging Cassie to be a prude. He thought she was one of the feisty and compassionate girls he liked. Though, he was sure she did have other qualities that he would like as well. He'd find them eventually though, when he got to know her better.
“Oh, trust me. I got over being a brat about......seven years ago. And for you, Cassie it is what I will call you. And yes, on points. Thirty points is the amount needed to win. You reach thirty, or I reach thirty, then the person who reached it wins. A flip is worth two points, a simple punch is worth a single point. More complex manoeuvres will be rated on how impressive it was.” Grinning, Conner knew that if they were to spar, they'd need this pointing system.
“Amazonian? Or, Demi-God? I ask because so far, those are two species who have had similar durability to a Kryptonian. But, if you are as tough as you say you are, well this will be entirely fun.” His grin was still on his face, like it would never leave now. But eventually it would. And the brooding, sullen Conner Kent might take over again. He just hoped that day was at least years away. Because he didn't want his friends to see him that way.....if he didn't outlive them. That was another fear of his. That he'd outlive his friends due to his Kryptonian heritage, and due to the damned cloning process. Even if he did appear to be close to twenty, he was still only eight years old. And he hadn't aged a day since the day he had been freed from Cadmus.
Any joke would have been inappropriate while Cassie had her legs around Conners neck and head, trapping him and throwing him onto the ground. The wind had barely been driven out of him when he was thrown down, and he'd always be fine, due to the fact he couldn't take much physical damage unless he faced someone of power levels similar, or even higher to his own. So far, Cassie seemed to be matching him. She had even taken on his attack that had been his response to her throwing him down. As he landed on his feet, he attempted to grab her by the waist, and then flip her over his back. He enjoyed flipping someone a little bit to much.
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Post by Cassandra Sandsmark on Sept 14, 2012 17:33:50 GMT -5
"Good to know,” Cassie said, honestly meaning every word. Brats, hot ones with very pretty blue eyes or not, she could do without. They were just too much trouble, like bad boys. No, she thought she was going to like Kon just the way he was… Interesting. That was a good word, she thought. Interesting. Layered. "Points it is then, though I think thirty’s a bit much? How’s about twenty this time. We can always go best out of three, after all – I’m guessing you’ll be wanting a rematch anyway.” She gave him a friendly, if competitive, grin, meant to reassure him it was just a bit of good-natured taunting, not meant overly seriously.
And there it was. The frustratingly inevitable question of what she was. Because they all had to know, all had to just square her away into one of those pretty little boxes so they knew all about her powers and all about how she got them and which Justice Leaguer to call if she stayed out after curfew… Kon also made the unfortunate mistake of picking the obvious one to go first, which wasn’t really his fault. But it still earned him a nasty scowl from Cassie, her eyes flashing with sudden annoyance in a way that he probably hadn’t been expecting at all.
"I’ve got nothing to do with Wonder Woman!” She snapped, with reflexive and defensive anger, before sighing and rubbing a hand over her features. "I’m… I shouldn’t have… I guess you didn’t mean it like that. I just… get defensive about that, because that’s what everyone always assumes, every time. And it’s…” The blonde girl raised her shoulders in a helpless shrug. "Complicated. You know?” She was pretty sure he would. Kryptonians had to know about that, right? And about when not to pry into other people’s secrets.
Well, Cassie felt she was doing pretty well at least. He was probably pulling his punches a bit, but then so was she because she hadn’t armoured up at all and there wasn’t any need to spoil a good spar with bad things like punching her sparring partner through a wall or something. That’d just ruin the mood. And so far, by her count anyway, she was winning, a thought that explained the wild grin on her lips as she caught him by the wrists when he charged her and threw him back down again. It didn’t keep him down for long either, but that was fine by her. What took her a little by surprise was the bear hug Kon promptly wrapped her in before tossing her right over his shoulder and onto the mat, marked by a tiny ‘oof’ of expelled breath from Cassie, who blinked at his back for an instant.
Huh.
Then she narrowed her eyes and lunged, keeping down low so that 160 odd pounds of blonde was meaning to hit the Kryptonian right about the knees. If that worked, she’d have him down on the ground, where she could get a pin – which had to be worth a decent number of points, right?
"Still 6:3 to me, Supes,” Cassie teased regardless. "Hope you don’t mind losing to a girl, champ.”
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