Cassius 'Cassie' Zarina's Questionnaire

"Boring, Oregon. A city both like and unlike any other. Thus the name. It's got a couple of sister cities - Dull, Scotland and Bland, Australia.

The Trinity of Tedium. You guys decided that this was the best place for me. So, I don't have any other options really. 

Anyway. I have a little apartment - which, by the way, I was under the impression we were going to be sharing a house, but, whatever - and it's right next to our main man Angus. No, his name is not Jack, I think that's a thing from his past or something I don't know why he said that."

She looks to her left, where Angus is sitting with a long-suffering look on his face.

"er. It might be Jack, I mean. You'd have to ask him."

"Okay is this just to make sure that I know how currency works? Cause uh. You guys give me money. That is to say, pay me. For being a field agent. And helping with Wilson's Wildlife Solutions. Which, for the record, I am loving. There's animals involved, which is always a plus. There's weird shit involved, which is always a plus. Does two plusses make a multiply?"

Whoever she's talking to doesn't respond, just writes something down.

She looks at Angus.

Angus stares blankly at a spot on the wall and blinks a few times as his ears realize the conversation is waiting on him. He looks at Cassie, then the Psychiatrist, then back to Cassie.

"No" He says bluntly "I think they just make a bigger plus."

He turns back to the Psychiatrist, who always seems to be writing what they say down. "I really don't get why you're asking us this. You literally employ us, what? are we supposed to admit to selling drugs on the side?" Angus rolls his eyes, then in a flash of panic he shoots a look at Cassie before she can speak "That's a joke, Cass"

"I want to be. The very best. Like no one ever was!"

The psychiatrist writes something down, but doesn't respond.

"Angus showed me that. But, um, it's basically true. I want to be the one that everyone else looks to, you know? Like, uh, top brass. Upper echelons. Big uh, Kahuna. I'm out of ways to describe that. If you're asking if I'd kill or die for you while trying to do that? For. Fucking. Sure. I love dueling. Much better when it's to the death. Have you seen my scars yet?"

She starts to pull down her pants, but the psychiatrist puts up a hand in a 'stop' gesture quickly as Angus flinches and shields his face "NOT AGAIN!"

She pouts, and the psych writes something down as she sits back down.

"Okay, damn, you hate scars. My Bad."

Angus shoots a look at the Psychiatrist and for the first time he actually appreciates their work, for a moment at least, but the appreciation quickly fades as he realizes that his ambitions of stopping containment throughout the world would probably get him in serious trouble if he shared them. He was ready to die for that ideal but him dying now - or worse, getting locked up again, would be pointless to achieving his goal. 

"Your scars are... Fine, Cass." He sighs.

"I want the world to be safe from the dangers that lurk under the public eye" Like the foundation, he says in his own head. He waits to see if the Psychiatrist will say anything other than the questions. "Happy?" He says passive aggressively.

The psychiatrist writes something down, but doesn't respond.

Cass says "Oh, really?!" And starts to take -

"The Well. The things I gave up to get there. The things I learned."

A short pause. The psychiatrist scribbles something.

"Or, further back, I guess. The lumps. They filled me, but left me needing more. I still need more."

She blinks, and Angus gives her a concerned look - silently hoping that the psychiatrist isn't taking her too literally. 

"Um, but yeah. Deciding to give everything up for knowledge is a pretty big one, haha! What about you, Angie-boy?"

"It's-" He goes to correct what Cassie called him but quickly realizes that would be a uphill battle he doesn't have the will or the want to do. He sighs "Nevermind."

His attention turns to the psychiatrist, but Cassie's stays on him. He doesn't see her face fall. Angus stays silent, staring at the psychiatrist's face until they look up from their notebook. Once their eyes finally meet his he simply says, "When I died."

He lets his words hang.

"But-" He says abruptly "Apparently the world isn't done thrashing me about just yet."

He crosses his arms and taps his fingers against his skin. "Why do you even want to know all this anyways? You are like the fourth person to ask. Don't you guys have a filing system for this type of thing?" Angus mutters something about his time being wasted to cover up the depressing message he left behind.

The psychiatrist makes some more notes.

"Uh, three people in my life?"

Cassie chuckles a bit, and the psychiatrist starts to write something down.

"Oh, god, you're serious. Okay. Uh, let's see. We obviously have my good friend Angus. I've known him longer than anyone else around these parts. He heroically carried me to safety when we found ourselves in a little hellish version of London. He was very sweet about it, too."

She fiddles with the scarf around her neck, thinking a little, and doesn't notice how Angus blushes when he hears the comment about how sweet he was. He shifts in the couch a little - maybe scooting a little closer to Cassie, maybe not (He was). Who knows (We do).

"There's, of course, you! Freaky little doctor person. No offense. I just mean you're probably now the person who knows me best out of anyone 'cept Angus. So, congratulations on that."

She looks towards Angus, then back to the psychiatrist as they write.

"Oh, that was two. There's always the Name. I guess that's what I know best out of anyone else."

She looks like she's about to elaborate, but then Angus takes a deep breath in. "Well there was my mom. She was-" He searches for the word. "Strong-willed. She taught me so much about how the world works and how fundamentally flawed the systems were. She was active in the political scene and went to public Worker's Union meetings. I was 16 when a cop shot her dead in the street." He clenches his fist and stares daggers at the psych. He aggressively clears his throat. "Enough of that."

"There is Cassie." He points to his right, trying desperately not to look at Cassie who is definitely pulling a face after she noticed him blushing. He does not elaborate further but his body language speaks for him - He likes her, but he won't admit it. Especially not here.

"And finally there was my dad."

Angus shrugs. "Left when I came out as-" He stops himself from saying the word trans.

"He wasn't in the picture."

Cassie looks at the side of his face, a thoughtful expression on her face. It's not quite sympathy.