nutkrusher | Post-VT PSL, Trunks

It's been a year since they left the train. She's missed him a lot - and everyone close to her damn well knows it. But she hasn't just sit around pining for him in the intervening months. She's trained to further master the use of her new gifts - and to pass as many of them onto others as she can. Earthrealm will continue to need defenders, after all, both in the Special Forces and outside of them.

Mind, the debriefing after her return was a bitch and a half. They had a hard enough time accepting the whole being-able-to-fly-just-by-learning-how bit.

But things had gotten a lot better after that. She'd made Commander, for one. She'd also led a mission to take out the Great Cathedral of the Netherrealm without suffering a single casualty. Meanwhile, Jacqui and her fine band of misfits and nerds in the Tech Unit claimed to be making progress in the field of interrealm communication and transport.

She should've figured the peace wouldn't last. Turns out Kronika had a problem with how unbalanced things had gotten. And when the Mistress of Time has a problem, everyone has a problem. Now past and present have collided, old folks are running into their younger selves, and old baddies who should've stayed dead are back alive again.

It's easy for the being who sculpted the sands of time to stay one step ahead of her enemies. But Cassie's newfound power hadn't been part of her design. The fight has been long, and not without losses, but they've gutted it out - victory is in sight. Kronika is now cornered, surrounded within her Hourglass Chamber by the realms' greatest heroes, who now have her all-important crown in their possession. But Kronika and her daughter Cetrion are not beaten yet - and defeating the former is more easily talked about than accomplished.

Cassie's body erupts with green light as she looses a Shadow Kick against the corrupted nature goddess. It's now or never - this one's for all the realms.

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Fortunately, she's not alone. Her team isn't alone.

It had taken some doing to find her. She might also be too distracted to really parse what she might've been sensing. It's blindingly obvious now.

Because as she looses that shadow-kick, she's not alone. There's a streak of golden halo-corona, and a very familiar person under that golden energy. Slashing out with his sword, to help drive the opponent back if he couldn't cut her through.

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nutkrusher

Conveniently, there's a big enough garage behind Cassie's pad to hide the time machine. Not that it needs to thanks to capsule technology. Still helps as a place to store birthday presents. Well, birthday presents besides the place itself.

Her parents are there to do whatever moving and settling in they need to do. They'll be having a nice family/"meet the folks" dinner together - already things are being set in motion in the kitchen.

In the meantime, though, they've got a moment, as Cassie sits next to Trunks on the edge of the bed.

Edited Date: 2021-07-17 09:03 am (UTC)

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nutkrusher

They have a couple of quiet days first - private ones, staying in and ordering in, with only each other to do. In addition to how much catching up to do, it just makes sense for Trunks to get a little rest first.

But today is their day out, and as always, it's a sunny day in Southern California. Cassie, naturally, is dressed for it. Trunks, a little less so - so the first thing they'll be doing is some shopping.

She smiles and turns to him as they enter the center together.

"Not too nervous, I hope?"

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nutkrusher

They get a good seat out on the patio - owing mostly to Cassie's quickness in getting there and her way with the waitstaff. The view of the ocean is stunning, with the bright California sun glimmering off the water. But they're well shaded here that there's no glare.

She makes a quick order of a pitcher of light, summery beer and a sizable plate of nachos for appetizers. Then she turns her eyes back at Trunks as the waiter walks away.

"So, I'd say we're off to a good start today."

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nutkrusher

Really, the biggest issue is looking for the right place to take off from without causing too big of a scene. They do want privacy, after all. Eventually they settle up to the side of a rocky mole, with only one fisherman within a normal stone's throw.

She winks at Trunks and takes him by the hand, hovering just above the ground as they pull away from the shore.

Cassie winks at the fisherman as they pass by.

"They'll never believe you!"

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The next couple hours pass in a blur of island heat and passion. Touching and grasping, rolling in the sand, with only the spray of the sea to keep them from burning up. Literal sex on the beach - a first for both of them.

After a few more one-more-times Cassie finally lets it spill that she's brought a somewhat more comfortable thing to lie down on. They rise together - still not letting go - as Cassie fetches the hammock, setting it up between the two palms they'd landed by.

She places a hand on his hip and leans into him. They'd be sharing it, coming down together.

"How's about we take a load off, handsome?"