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 Kitchen Klutz (Devana)

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Cassana Rose

Cassana Rose


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PostSubject: Kitchen Klutz (Devana)   Kitchen Klutz (Devana) EmptySat Feb 17, 2018 7:57 am

12 Autumn 2017 || 16



Cassana smiled at her tablet as she finished her final report to Pele. Last weekend, she'd been commissioned by Pele to steal a painting from a museum in the town over. She'd worked efficiently, upon arriving outside of the museum, landing on the ninth floor to move in the shadows. She landed on a sill in front of a window, and melted out a big enough area for her to fit through. She worked slowly, after having practiced for a while on window pieces she bought from Home Depots. She controlled the heat well enough to ensure that it didn't explode or break, but instead, tenderly heated before melting. That took the longest amount of time. She was blessed that the suit Pele gave her that night was all shrouded in black, and her hair was pulled away from her face in a sharp fishtail braid. She had to move away from the window once or twice when the guard was in the gallery below; though she kept one hand concentrating the heat consistently before it gave way. She slipped in, landing with a grunt on the floor before grabbing the large painting, an oil on canvas of an Albrecht Duher portrait of Margaret of Austria, that she tucked under one arm before using the other hand to push enough fire out of her free hand, and then grabbed the window sill just as she heard alarms go off. She smirked before diving into the air below, the hang-glider backpack she wore spreading wings to allow her to fly, her free hand assuredly producing more gusts of fire to keep her in the air before arriving at the dockhouse where Pele wanted to meet her. Pele gave her a hug and nod of approval, before telling her that she would give her a check during her next shift as a barista from the employer.

Three days ago, they released security footage of a black shadow disappearing into the night from the window bearing a costly Duher painting in a fit of smoke. She was anxious upon seeing it first before realizing how useless it was to worry when neither her face nor her sex was identifiable in the video. They were offering a reward for whoever could find her, to which she shrugged. She was just the messanger girl anyway.

Currently, she faced a larger problem.

Cassana stared irately at the old gas stove in the kitchen with her brows furrowed, hands on her hips. She tried the switch again, hearing the gas start, but seeing nothing with a frown. She heard the flickers for almost thirty seconds before stopping completely. Groaning, she flicked her index finger towards the gas and watched as a flame grow largely. It flared up before calming down when she turned the knob down. She sighed and glanced at the ingredients on the counter, tapping her hand against her lip as she tried to decide what she was going to do first. She decided on searing the chicken and baking the asparagus, broccoli and carrots. She'd pre-seasoned everything, and grabbed the pan she brought down. She placed it on the stove and grabbed a dolop of coconut oil with a spoon and threw it onto the frying pan. Cooking was a quiet peacetime for her.

Upon hearing the door open, she smiled kindly, her head whipping around to face the guy.

"Hello!" She chirped. "I'm Cassana, if you need help with the stove let me know, it's a little tricky in the way that since it's a gas stove, it's not so easy to turn on. Gas stoves are also more prone to explosions, so y'know, it should be checked out."


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Klaus

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PostSubject: Re: Kitchen Klutz (Devana)   Kitchen Klutz (Devana) EmptySat Feb 17, 2018 10:14 am

There has been no true reason for Devin to board at school. He could have easily gotten to and fro school each morning, spending his nights and evenings back home — if that was what it could be considered — in his own bedroom. There was ample space there, with a desk and a television and beanbag chairs on the floor; in truth it was more of a suite than a mere bedroom. He had all the freedom he wanted. And yet he still felt trapped. As long as he was in that house, he was a Brennham; he wasn’t just Devin and never could be.

Truthfully, he didn’t quite mind the status. It was an honour having such well-known parents. It was, he told himself when they missed yet another birthday, an honour to have them save countless lives.

There was a shadow that looked over him, though, that came with it. He did as he was told and instructed, following their wishes to the t. He didn’t want to be a hero. He never wanted to go to superhero school like the others. He wanted to be a scientist — to find a way to save lives without using his abilities, and help people in his own way. A cure for cancer, a cheap and easy vaccine for any of the countless diseases that robbed people of their lives... But as the good son he was, he pushed aside his desires and wants to attend the school he always knew he would attend and hated before he even set foot in.

Perhaps that was why he opted to move into the student dorms. Limiting to some, it was a simple sign of rebellion and of telling his parents without words that they did not own him. (They did, of course, but that was another matter altogether.) There were many things Devin had to learn when he decided to make that move a year into his studies — cooking, for starters, and basic cleaning. As tempted as he was, he did not allow himself to take up the offer of the servants and helpers at home; he would not let them do his laundry for him and deliver it, or deliver frozen meals that he needed only to heat up.

It had been a challenge, but Devin rose to it spectacularly and within six months became rather adept at everything he needed to survive. He still hated cooking — it was so much trouble for something you’d scoff down in less than half the time — but he did fairly well, even learning how to adapt and change recipes he found online to suit his needs.

Stepping into the kitchen, ingredients in a small basket he held, he was greeted by a torrent of words. Devin blinked, glancing at the female before looking away. She was vaguely familiar, most likely another student in his year; he didn’t mix around far enough to know them all by face or even name.

“I can manage,” he said, simply. There was a hint of irritation in his tone; who was she to think that he was inept? Reverse sexism was always something that irked him. It wasn’t okay to assume a female couldn’t fix a car, so why was it to assume a male couldn’t cook or manage a stove?

Not saying anything more, he moved to one of the free stove and began to arrange his ingredients neatly on the table.


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Cassana Rose

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PostSubject: Re: Kitchen Klutz (Devana)   Kitchen Klutz (Devana) EmptySun Feb 18, 2018 3:33 am

Cassana was not afraid of men.

The truth is, when she first started getting into the villain lifestyle with Pele leading her, Pele affirmed to her that being a woman was her greatest ability. Not only would her attitude determine how others saw her, it could be used to her advantage. That being said, she definitely had her hesitations following her relationship with Thom and then Daniel. At sixteen, Cassana had lived quite a raucous life, comparing it best to the tempestuous storms that came with steering a boat. Some days she felt like a phoenix, constantly rising from whatever destruction she left in her wake. She blinked as she removed her salmon from the marinating bag, realizing that phoenix would be a good name for a villain if it hadn't already been done once or twice. She smiled to herself, placing the salmon on the pan after it began sizzling, and enjoying the heat the stove was emanating. Grabbing the pan, she quietly arranged her vegetables on them before starting to preheat the oven, which was, thankfully, more useful than the gas stoves. She put the pan back down, crossed her arms over her chest before glancing at the man working around her.

She studied his movements, noting the minuet differences in his motions, and gathered that despite his rather stoic presence, this was not a man she could underestimate. After a moment or two, she glanced back at the salmon, noting that despite the heat, it still needed sometime.

"So," Cassana started to say, "what're you cooking, Mr. No-Name?" She noted he hadn't shared his name, and smiled kindly. "I don't believe I see you down here cooking too much."
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PostSubject: Re: Kitchen Klutz (Devana)   Kitchen Klutz (Devana) EmptySun Feb 18, 2018 3:43 pm

The first thing Devin did was put the pasta in a pot, fill it with water, added some salt, and set it to boil. As soon as that was done, he turned his attention to cutting up the rest of the ingredients. Focusing on his work as always, Devin allowed his mind to wander just a little. They had been studying cells on a minute level the previous week in school, and the deeper side of physics was just starting. Soon, they would be going into the mechanical side of things and while Devin said nothing and nodded at the complaints of some of the other students, he was, in truth, looking forward to it both.

There was something about cells that fascinated him; they were so tiny and invisible to the naked eye and yet held so much power. Molecules shaped everything around them, perhaps even life itself. He had raised his hand in class and asked what the cells were like in someone with abilities, only to be told that nobody knew. Nobody knew? he had repeated mentally, much later, as he lay in bed that night. How can nobody know? Surely someone out there wants to find out?

And he did. There was nothing Devin wanted more than to find a lab somewhere and devote hours and days and weeks and months and perhaps even years to finding out the answer to these questions. Maybe if he could figure out how the cells functioned differently he could prevent it in some people -- and maybe even cure those who didn't want their abilities. Tampering with life itself was never a good idea, but curing a disease? (And in his mind, his ability was just that -- a disease he wanted so desperately to cure.) That was different.

As he continued to work -- now absentmindedly dicing bell peppers -- he continued to probe into the areas of science he was told he wouldn't be able to pursue. Of course, his parents had never said it outright, but "following in our footsteps" and "making the world a better place" had always meant the same thing: being a superhero. What he wanted and what he desired would never matter. It was, he knew, his duty to his parents (and to the world) to make use of the "wonderful gifts" he'd been given and "save the world". It was cliche; it was boring; it was what he despised. And still Devin would do it.

Scraping the bits of peppers into a bowl, Devin turned to the tomatoes and was just beginning to peel them (he always made his pasta sauce from scratch; it was much nicer than any store bought one could be) when the voice interrupted him and his train of thoughts. He bit back a sigh; he had hoped she would have left him alone. "Pasta," he replied, tone formally stiff. He paused what he was doing to glance up at her, taking her in for the first time.

She seemed... alright, he supposed. She wasn't taunting him, that was for sure; it seemed she genuinely was just trying to be friendly. And while Devin didn't appreciate, understand, or like that, he knew that some people liked doing that, and he could accept it -- although barely. "I cook daily. Our paths must not cross," he said, giving her at least some semblance of an answer before he looked back down and continued his task.
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