Pink Pegasus, Blue Jackal

In the grand scheme of things, it didn't matter if it was her DNA, the man she killed last night, or some girl who donated her bone marrow a few months ago. The chances of anyone deciding to use her bones for nay research purposes were slim. The chances of those people even know what to look for were even more so. But she knew about those Copy Quirks. Nasty things that fed on DNA and replicated themselves to fit it. The last thing she wanted was her own cells laying around anywhere. It was just a precaution. Perhaps one wasted, but still a step she took. She could never be so sure.

That being said, to get a moment to feel the woman's skin willingly was a bit of bonus of her play. People were who excited to see themselves represented in artwork and often lusted over free representation. She would indulge most of them. This woman was no different. It was just how the world worked. To get answers, you needed to gain trust. Kasey wasn't one to follow blindly, and she wasn't one to ask questions without giving some sort of offering in exchange. No information came free. Amadeus taught her that.

She would find joy in the small figure, and Kasey would do the same, though not as long as the woman beside her. It would be tucked into her pants pocket as the walked. They would make their way to the lot, and with it, her lone black car sitting alone away from the other cars. Perhaps a bit further than others would normally want, but she was careful. The Porsche 911 was modified, though not in a way that drew much attention. It was subtle enough, save for its brass wheels, and the polished lip.

With that, she would extend a finger to point at the sky, her nail turning into the key she needed. "Where to?" And with the turn of her finger, the doors would unlock, allowing the woman to enter. Once inside, she would start the engine and follow her directions to where she wanted to drive to. Her treats would be placed comfortably in the backseat, only to plop one into her mouth before leaving.

Could have been her house, or a museum. Kasey had no idea what to expect. Whatever was in store for her, well, for lack of better terms, she was just along for the ride.

The clashing of world powers and big names fighting over household powers. It was a war none would care to watch, but partook in every day. The small happenings between Kasey and her wordless battle with Sonya. A feud between Army of Bones and Ishtar. A battle long began before Thundershock had risen his name. A war started by Sato's father, and a war Kasey would end. It wasn't about the Ketsujo name reigning superior. It was about everyone else losing. If they went down with them, well, then in their eyes they still won. There was no shady tactics to trick people into using their products. They did exactly as they said. The others however, couldn't be spoken for. Ketsujo, had never strayed from their values. Now, was no different. Even in the small happenings of a strange and mysterious date, the values were upheld.

"Hm?" the mention of classics would pass by Kasey's mind. A comment that would not settle and would pass over her as quickly as it was spoken. Kasey might have had unconventional means of using her property, but it was something she was accustomed to. The plate, KC 11 would be just another signifier of another car under Sato's collection, or rather, his former collection. She was odd, strange, and weird. It was no surprise to hear if people made her out to be evil or the bad person. Surely a reason for her to be dismissed. Or perhaps, some sort of justification to not rehire her, if the termination was wrongful.

"Easy enough." she would say, not speaking on the matters and rules of eating in her car. All she needed to do was her small ritual. Opening the glove box, retrieving her lucky shift knob, and screwing it onto the car before driving off. It was the little things that kept her happy. It was the little things that kept her sane. Her mind lingered on the address, something easy to remember, and even easier when they would arrive.

"So how-" she would open her mouth to ask a question, only to be halted at the scent of a snack that made its way to her mouth. Maybe she would have said something about eating, but seeing as she was being fed, perhaps it was something to let pass. She would take a large bite, careful with her own fangs. Her lips lightly pressing against her fingers as she would pull away from the hand that fed her. A tease perhaps, or a way for her to blindly eat, and not consume a piece of the woman beside her.

As they would enter the freeway, Kasey would chew down her small snack as she mused the signs that passed. All of them familiar to her. Long nights spent in silent solitude as she was with none else but a machine. Perhaps not the one she sat within today, but another.

"So how long you been at Yuuei? If you don't mind me asking."

And still her mind lingered.

Half a year? That put her some time after her own absence. She wondered how stories would twist, and what echoed of her duties. Would her small aids to train turn into tales of brainwashing? No, she wasn't a villain to them, even if it was the truth. She had no reason for them to distrust her. She was just bad for their image. To paint her in a bad light, was to put them in a sticky situation. The whole Cross ordeal was one she assisted in aiding, at least to the extent she was allowed. No other incident continued. No one else fell from grace like he did. At least, until Darkshine showed up as a teacher of sorts. She was easily permitted to teach, given the opening. Kasey's own small attempt to reclaim her status would be lost, even as a temporary sort. Not even her friend would be given the grace. A small price to pay for anonymity. One that would benefit her in the long run.

"About two years." she would answer. Whether it was courtesy, actual intrest or her trying to cross verify information, it didn't matter. "I was there for a lot of the third years first day on campus." She would smile, her mind drifting back to Levi, wondering what kind of student she would have turned into. No doubt, she would not be as mixed up in things like Rin had. "The first year was rough, with my sister. And rougher without." It was no secret that Levi's home had gone up in flames, only for Kasey to care for her as her own. Months later, the same student found dead, murdered by Lady Lavender. It was no secret that Nimue had been the one to arrest her, nor that Lady Lavender had escaped due to Ishtar. Things were getting complicated. Wonderfully so.

Ketsujo cared for their people. It was with trusted individuals that secrets were kept. A thousand divisions within. Even when one found another and exchanged, they would be left with even less answers than they begun with. It was how things were. Everyone improved life, but no one knew the grand scheme of it all. The cure all youth drug that had been perfected, only to be lost by Sato, hidden away. A drug perfected by torturing human lives. A drug perfected by Kasey's personal torment. One, they could not release. One, they chose not to release.

That being said, their extended hands reached out to help people, to craft it based on new properties of aid and assistance. To help and protect the general population. They weren't a designer brand of weapons and clothing. They were healthcare for the common person. They were all you needed to survive. Food was cheap, and as such a meal. Clothing was affordable, to keep your warm. The clinics always opened, and their programs welcoming those of all walks of life. They weren't about branding, they already had that. They didn't need the money. They just wanted to make a better world. Could ASTA say the same?

Kasey had been attached to each and every vehicle in her fleet. Each cared for, used, and taken care of in their own manners. They were machines meant to be operated, meant to be driven. All of them would be used as intended, and some even more so. To her, they were her precious children. Machines did not talk back, and they worked with you for as long as you cared for them.

They were the most reliable allies. And they would not betray her.

It danced at the tip of her tongue. It was something she wanted to say. She held no anger, or hate or sorrow. Things were as they were. That was how her god willed things. Even so, it had happened. The girl was not her blood, but even she saw her deity. She may have been closer to the bloodline, the sacred heritage. But, as much as she wanted to tell her, she pulled back, just enough. "Something I'll tell you on another date." she would answer with a smile. It was all she could offer for now, and all she was willing to part with.

It wasn't something on the surface, but they were the Setsuna Sisters. A surname that existed as a typo, and continued on a few pieces of paperwork. A name adopted by a second being within the first, and used as a family name by the second. There was only one Setsuna, but the choice from Leviathan was enough to make even that confusing. It wasn't relevant information except to those that decided it was. A name was just a name. And none of them were what was given to them at birth. But that much, wasn't important anymore. She stared at the cars in front of her, her mind taking her to where she needed to go. The general city somewhere she knew, and a street she hadn't heard of. She relied on the directions from the woman, and with each command, either verbal or instructed by gestures, she would follow.

"One of the last, at least until they started to set the program." she would say, continuing the other topic at hand. She would not forget the promise of another date, just her setting assurances for herself. It wasn't like she didn't have any interest in the woman. She was interesting, and that much would be enough to keep Kasey's attention. "Met a lot of heroes as a civilian. That's more than a lot of people can say." Civilian. A curious word. Accurate, but curious. She wasn't a teacher, she wasn't a student. She was the only staff member along with the principal. That dynamic alone had created strange changes.

"Things were different back then. But still, the hypocrisies of government." She would speak out at every moment that arose. They were taxed as people simply for the small bits of destruction left behind. A tax she kept in mind when staring their study program, one to level the fees of families. They had been targets for extermination, no, for genocide by the same people that swore to protect them. They may have wrote them off as a rogue group, but they were established people. To go unnoticed was a lie. Someone knew, but did nothing. They would have played it off, either outcome. That same government funded the school, and put another one of them into a position of power.

She could never trust the government. She was hard to trust heroes that blindly did so. Most, operated within the law, but even so, within their own judgement.

She assumed this woman was one of those.

The righteous.

Any threat to continue a story was just a promise for another meeting. She knew what she had said, and what it entailed. It was just one of a thousand bargaining chips she could play. Just right now that was the most simple. The conversation with Chimera, even a month ago was still fresh on her mind. It may have been around her sister at its core, but it was still about the politics of heroes, and the government that pretended to back them.

"Considering I even used my quirk to make repairs, as well as help me clean..." It wasn't rare for her to summon Setsuna at school, but often it was after hours. The small mumblings of the school janitor. Some thought she was losing it, while others had spoken with the creature within her. It wasn't as if it was something unique to her, there was a handful of people who had summon based quirks. However her relationship seemed rather unique.

"That's exactly what I've been saying." She would agree with her, the first time she would admit to it outwardly. "The next generation will be the ones to really make a difference." The heroes of now, were already relics of the past. They would lay out the groundwork and set the stage. It was up for the students to rise and take the light. You can't blindly follow laws, or act only on your own ideals. There was rules to follow. There was codes to honor. Even villains did that much.

With the instructions, Kasey would follow and make her change of lanes. She would turn, only to glance up at the building directed to her. She would inspect it best she could from her distance and commit it to mind. Now she knew her destination, and would make her travels there.

"Park anywhere or..?"

While she looked around for a appropriate spot, she couldn't help but look up. Counting the windows, looking at the small bits of architecture that made up the whole. There was a lot the outside could tell you about the inside. But like people, looks can be deceiving.

"They, well, he was rather upset I didn't disclose that information upfront. Though, he didn't ask to begin with, and it wasn't part of the resume." It was true, a strange fact. Perhaps his anger of being the only quirkless person in the school was the reason for her swift removal from the campus. Perhaps he felt a kinship with her, only to find out it was not as it seemed. She slowed the car, before stopping. Shuffling it into neutral and pulling the parking brake, she begun to unscrew the shift knob and tucked it under her seat. As they would exit, she would leave her treats in the back seat, only to reach behind to set it on the floorboards. Not that anyone was going to break in to steal a few macaroons, but still it was a habit. She would lock her car with the same trick of her quirk. The words spoken would be met with a nod as she followed the woman's lead.

"Only a few." she would admit. It was true. There was no point hiding it. "Though, there's a few others I've met, either between secret exams, or other chance encounters." Such was fate. Strings pulled by invisible hands from gods she was unaware of. Their hands weaving the strings of fate to force unlikely people to cross paths.

"Thanks." she would say, bowing her head before walking inside of her home, and then again after passing the doorway. Old habits did die hard, and some would never leave her soul. Homes were sacred places. Even a lobby deserved respect. As the elevator was called, she would enter with her, only to lean against a wall as her mind nervously begun to shuffle her thoughts around.

The spirit that acted as her conscience would remain still and silent, only taking in the view of things. Small moments that were insignificant for now. All of it information to record and digest another time. If all had went as he expected, he would have more than enough time to himself later, when both of them would be occupied.