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"There are many extracuricular activities at each school. I know of at least ten with Kendo Clubs and Kyudo clubs. My school wasn't a public one, it was one of the many Private academies, specializing in History and Technology in Tokyo. That said we did have various Athletics programs and clubs for just about everything."

He chances a glance towards Jason and KO, and the perfect sway of hips before him takes great effort of will to look away from. "Then the night after tomorrow then."

He smiles. "There's simply no hiding the sexiness of her movements Katya, For either of them." He barely noticed the Women stop as he'd been looking at Katya and bumped into Jason's ample behind. He swore quickly and softly in Japanese and then looked forward seeing that they'd arrived. "Sorry Jason, didn't realize you'd stopped."

He looked up at the Catheral and was impressed to an extent. He preferred classic Japanese architecture, but this was still impressive to look at and think how old it was.

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Jason strode across the plaza, feeling surprisingly good. The sun felt great on her skin, and the air from the ocean was fresh. She was walking beside one of the most beautiful women in the world, and the attraction between them seemed mutual, despite the awkwardness of their very similar appearances.

Even the foolish antics of the people around her didn't bother her as much as they normally did; maybe with the constant exposure, she was developing a tolerance for the way people would always act around her now. She actually found herself suppressing a smile when a man leaned over too far to get a look at her and fell into a large fountain.

Coming closer to the Catedral de San Cristobel, she stopped, taking in the view of the baroque edifice. Though she had been raised a good Catholic boy, she had never been particularly religious; still, she could feel and respect the faith and gravitas emanating from the historical cathedral.

Suddenly, she felt someone touch her ass, and she whirled around before she could hear Ryusei apologize, her long, silvery ponytail slapping him in the face.

"Yeah, okay, don't worry about it," she said, wondering if he had actually tried to grope her, though his expression seemed entirely sincere.

Jason and Katya took a few pictures, and then stepped in the cathedral to pay their respects and take a few more photos. At first, Jason was having a hard time fending off the overwhelmed priest, who wanted to do anything, everything for the 'ángel' who had stepped beneath God's roof.

After a sudden change in Jason's bearing, the priest immediately left them alone, watching with avid eyes from a very respectful distance. For that matter, everyone in the cathedral looked at her the same way, as if they were seeing something transcendent that they dared not - or weren't worthy enough to - approach. They almost seemed give the impression that they wanted to kneel to her.

Jason left the Catedral de San Cristobel a short while later, uneasily mollified by the way people were behaving around her suddenly. She seemed entirely unaware of the glamourous tilt to her chin or the sheer, devastating presence she radiated.

"So, the museum of colonial art across the plaza or the markets next?" Even Jason's lyrical voice possessed an unidentifiable quality to it that made it more than human.

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Danielle shiveed at Jason's voice. "Uh, I don't - actually, I'm kinda lucky, I don't have to get used to it. Here, I'll show you."

She tied he hair back, and slipped a pair of glasses out of her pocket. As she put them on, she changed - far less obvious, almost dull, a generic blonde girl like any other.

"Uh, it takes concentration and I can't really use my more 'active' powers when doing it, but... it helps." She readjusted her shirt. "I don't think your swimsuit fits me right now."

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Seeing Danielle's transformation, Jason's vivid indigo eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed, glowing brighter than ever in undisguised envy. The perfect line of her jaw was tight, and she shook a finger under the nose of the every-blonde standing in front of her.

"That. Is. So. Fuckin'. Unfair! How the hell do you do that?! I've tried that dormin' shit, and concentratin' on not being quantummed to the gills so hard, I thought I was gonna start bleedin' from my eyes and ears, and nothin'!" Jason began pacing back and forth in front of Danielle so rapidly, she was almost a blur, the heels of her sandals striking the cobblestones of the plaza like gunshots on full-auto.

"Gaahhg! We're near copies of each other and what do I get? I get my Goddamned Nova-hood cranked to twelve-fuckin'-million all the bloody time! - And you? You just whip out the glasses and pull a Clark-Fuckin'-Kent!"

Jason took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself - Danielle's sharp ears could hear the stitching of her strained T-shirt threatening to snap. Letting out a long sigh, Jason's fury faded away as quickly as it had appeared.

"'Kay, sorry about that," Jason said, flashing Danielle a devastating, self-deprecating smile. "Hissy fit done... But I still think you're a lucky bitch."

Jason turned on her heel and began stalking towards the open-air markets; her dangerously enticing grace would have sent jungle cats into spasms of inadequacy.

"I still want to go to the Museo de Arte Colonial," Katya said softly, a partial grin of sympathy and amusement on her face at the sight of her ex-boy friend. "Care to accompany me, Ryusei? I don't think those two will be hard to find later."

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Ryusei taks the hair lashing with a little dignity and nods. Was better than getting slapped hard.

He watched Danielle's demonstration and smiled. It wasn't dorming, but it was a damn sight better than how she normally looked if she wanted to go unoticed.

He smiles to Katya. "Of course, let's go."

He looked to Knockout. "We'll meet up with you and Jason later ok. I'd say let's plan to hit the beach by 3Three PM. That sound good?"

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Danielle was initially gobsmacked enough by Jay's reaction that she lost hold of the disguise, blossoming back into full novahood. She sighed, removing the glasses, and tucked them away.

I guess the reason she's the way she is, is because she's 'on' all the time...

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, Ryusei. Beach at 3PM. Sounds good." Danielle realized that parts of he had slipped free from the swimsuit underneath her clothes, and as she followed Jay she tried surreptitiously to tuck things back where they belonged...

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Jason strode towards the Feria de los Artesanos with fluid grace, a fake smile on her face that took away the breath of any man, and many women, who saw it; inside, she almost felt like crying. Every time she almost started getting a handle on being a woman, a ridiculously attractive one, something came along and shoved it in her face just how different she now was.

She looked over her shoulder at the sound of footsteps hustling to catch up. Danielle could see a quick look of grateful relief flash across her silver-haired twin's face, which was pulled lower against her will when Jason noticed the extra bounce of Danielle's chest.

"Thanks for coming with me Dani, I didn't want to be - that is - oh hell!" Jason couldn't help but notice Danielle's surreptitious fidgeting, which only served to highlight her predicament. "Let me help you with that before someone else does."

Walking side by side to the open-air markets, Jason covertly snaked a hand up the back of Danielle's shirt. In a demonstration of superhuman deftness, Jason resettled everything properly in place in less than a second, with only the briefest of completely non-gratuitous touches. Still, Danielle couldn't but shiver at the light touch of Jason nails on her back and the side of a breast. Jason inhaled with a soft hiss through the teeth.

The two quantum-blessed bombshells entered the market, and got to fully experience the reality of being a pair of extremely beautiful women, unaccompanied by any men folk - therefore, apparently fair game.

On the other hand, with all the men doing their best to impress the super-señoritas, Jay and Dani were able to pick up some remarkably good deals... when they actually had to pay for anything in the first place.

The only truly troubling thing that happened was when a over-muscled nova - or maybe just a mitoid, they never found out which - too full of himself, decided to grab himself a hand full of buttock from each twin. He quickly regretted his action when Jay and Dani both clearly proved themselves considerably stronger than him, to his painful dismay.

Well, that, and somehow, Jason found herself the new owner of a handbag - most definitely not a purse.

"So, ah, Dani - what did you do before - ya'know?" Jason said, making the universal gesture for a generous female figure. This looked a little odd coming from a woman with a figure to match her gesture. "I was a hockey player, right about to be drafted into the NHL."

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Katya linked her arm with Ryusei's and led him to the oldest building in the plaza, the Museo de Arte Colonial. It was an architectural masterpiece built in 1720, around a plant-filled central courtyard, which was complemented by the collection of colonial furniture gathered from Havana’s palaces and mansions. The medipunto stained glass windows were magnificent. Katya was enchanted.

Next, Katya suggested the Centro Wilfredo Lam, an art gallery specializing in famous works, both old and new. The gallery held an eclectic mix of styles and pieces, though all possessed their unique beauty. Ryusei saw Katya linger over one oil painting that caught her attention - an abstract that suggested dancers among the stars.

Following their tour of the art gallery, Katya began making noise about being hungry. Ryusei spotted an elegant restaurant facing the plaza, and led her that way. A flash of perfect teeth and something tucked into a breast pocket, and soon, Ryusei and Katya were sitting at a fine table looking onto the plaza, despite the line of people waiting to be seated.

The tall, dark-haired nova and the tiny, dark-haired baseline took their time, savouring the excellent Cuban cuisine. They conversed easily, getting to know each other, the only silences comfortably ones.

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"I'm not having sex with you." Jael's blue eyes were frosty as she stared at the man across the limo at her. "I agreed to date you, which is public kissing, hugging and affection, but not private sex. And that, before you bitch, is exactly what was stipulated in the contract."

"I know," Matthew "Crimson Light" Simpson told her, smirking a little. "They told me. Of course, if you want to reconsider, I'd be happy to oblige."

"I'm sure," Jael said, crossing her arms and glancing out the window. "Just remember, I'm in this for the trip."

Matt shrugged. "Right, gotta get what you can with what you've got," he said, his eyes dropping briefly to her more obvious assets.

Jael grinned. "Nicely done, but having sex with you would seal the assessment of whore, you know."

"No my fault you're taking compensation in exchange for pretending to date me, which makes you an escort," Matt shot back. "That's a step up from whore."

"Keep that up," Jael said, her voice soft. Her smile was still there, but there was a coldness in her eyes. "You'll get a hell of a public 'relationship' if you keep pushing me."

"Right, sorry," he said. "I don't need to tell you that you sold your body for this."

"You're a slow learner, aren't you?" Jael asked. Silently, she added, I'm going to kill you. Somehow, someday.

"Been accused of that before. People are surprised when they find that isn't true," Matt said, crossing his arms and still smirking. "But you're still under contract to be my date, publicly. And we have a suite at the Saratoga, the two of us. People are going to think that we're sleeping together. Might as well make it a reality."

"How romantic," Jael said dryly, turning to look through the tinted glass. "That made me want to fuck you senseless."

"Whatever works," he grinned. The limo stopped, and Matt glanced out the window. "Here we are, and there's the media. Ready, babe?"

"Of course," Jael said. Even as she took his hand, she had to admit that she didn't regret the arrangements she had made. Havana was beautiful, and she was happy to be back at the Saratoga. She smiled a mischievous smile as she decided that any guy she was with would be lucky if she didn't start screaming Kazuo's name during sex. Maybe she would anyway, just to make things interesting.

The cameras were shining, and Jael waved to the media. Within seconds, the novaphiles had identified her, and were shouting questions. "Jael, are you and Matt dating?" "Crimson Light, what do you have to say about the allegations that you are a Soma user?" There were more like that, but Matt and Jael just ignored them and kept moving.

Matt's agent was waiting for them. "Hey, man," Fred said, grinning with his prominent white teeth. "Hello, Ms. Carver." He looked up and down at her. "Shorts? Hmm, we'll get you new cloths. Need to have a bit more class."

Jael looked at Matt, clearly irritated. "You like him, right?"

"Well, I need him," Matt said, shrugging. "So no breaking Fred."

"I hate restrictions," Jael sighed.

"Oh, you're funny, I like you," Fred said, letting his eyes roll up and down her again. "So any chance-"

"Not now," Matt cut him off. "Keys?"

As Fred handed them over, Jael decided that offering to be a WXF escort for the summer to make money wasn't the best idea she'd ever had. It'd be easy money, but did she have the temperament to put up with jackasses such as these?

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After the tour and their meal They finally hit the open air markets. Ryusei purchased a few things for his siblings in Tokyo, and bought Kat an outfit that caught her eye. Ryusei's smile never failed, and he was truly enjoying Kat's company. They still had some time, so he suggested they go drop off their purchases at the Hotel and then onward to the Malecon, Which was the seaside boardwalk.

Noticing that the Ladies had taken the Limo, Ryusei smiled and looked to Katya. "Do you trust me?"

She looked at him and nodded, and he extended his quantum aura over her and took to thei sky, flying above the city and landing at the entrance to the hotel. "Sorry, but I figured that would be a little bit faster. I can get us another car to go to the Boardwalk."

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Katya had a marvellous time with Ryusei. He was very different from how Jason used to be; not better, just different, and surprisingly easy to talk to, despite her having been in a solid relationship for three years. Plus, he had that gorgeous smile, and eyes so blue, she felt she was looking at the sky.

She had been a little miffed to find the limo missing, then grinned, figuring that Jase and Dani must have fled from the attention they were no doubt garnering. She and Ryusei hadn't seen them around the markets, but had heard more than one man talk dreamily about the ángels pechugón and the way they had handled an overly familiar admirer.

She had been startled to be taken in the air; it was possibly the biggest thrill of her life, both frighful and fantastic. She clung tightly to Ryusei's body, but he could feel her low laughter vibrating through her body.

"Da, that was much faster than walking," Kat said as they landed in front of the Saratoga, a dimple appearing with her wicked smile. "We don't need another car, I think." She ran a hand across Ryusei's chest. "I have no problem being carried in your arms."

Both of them turned, just now noticing all the paparazzi standing outside the hotel, who were now locking onto the new nova in their midst. "What did those two get up to?" Katya said with an arched brow, as she and Ryusei quickly entered the Saratoga to avoid the press. "Remind me to pick up the tabloids tomorrow - I'm sure they will be entertaining."

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"Uh, before I erupted? Computer programmer." She made a typing motion with her fingers. "I... I wasn't that good. I was in university and my folks paid for it and I had to pick something, and I like games on computers, but... I wasn't good at it." She sighed. "I'm not that good at a lot of things."

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"Aww, man! Don't be like that, Dani. There's lots of things I suck at too. You're better than me with a computer, I'm sure - I need Kat to turn mine on. Well, not really, but you know what I mean. I was good a hockey player, really good, but I loved it, and had to work hard on it. You just have to find something you love, and work at it. Don't worry so much if you're good at it or not, just enjoy it. Hell, at least you went to university - I hadn't even made any plans to go - I'd thought I'd be playing in the NHL." Jason's indigo eyes sparkled, and she shot Danielle a reassuring smile. For a moment, she could forget she was a woman. She felt like she was back in the locker room, simply boosting the confidence of a fellow team-mate heading into the third period and down two goals.

Both Jason and Danielle found their hands full with their purchases and the gifts they had amassed. They weren't heavy for their quantum-powered might, but were beginning to get a little awkward to carry around, especially if they were going to the Malecón and the beach. Jason wasn't even sure what was in half the bags she was carrying.

Jay and Dani were sharing a tentative smile, still a little shocked, angry, and a smidge amused about their admirer, debating about walking back to the limo to drop off their bags when the decision was made for them. Apparently, someone had finally tipped off the paparazzi about the pair of nova-class beauties wandering the Feria de los Artesanos.

Jason and Danielle's eyes went wide as they watched the horde of men and women heading directly towards them, a cacophonous roar of questions preceding them, armed to the teeth with microphones and recorders, notepads and notebooks, cameras and camera-phones. They turned to face each other, astonishment and distress written on their twinned features.

"Hotel?" One asked.

"Hotel." The other agreed. "Wait! Limo?"

"Right!"

Danielle took to the air, flying in a broad curve until to she saw the limo, then streaked like a hawk towards it, her long blonde hair flapping like a banner behind her. Jason began making tremendous leaps, landing lightly on the roofs of the tallest buildings nearby, clearing tens to hundreds of meters with each bound.

The driver saw the two knockouts approach, astonishment on his face. He quickly helped them store their bags, then put the limo in gear and sped back to the Saratoga. The abrupt acceleration caused Jay and Dani to tumble together in a tangle of limbs in the back of the limo.

In a surprisingly short time, they pulled up to the front entrance of the Hotel Saratoga. They disentangled themselves, gathered the bags they still had with themselves in the back, and exited the limo... And paused, when they saw that there was another horde of paparazzi and novaphiles, seemingly waiting for them.

"Are you currently dating anyone?" "Are you currently dating each other?" "Is there something in Canada's water supply?" "Knockout, what to do think about having a twin?" "Knockout, did you have anything to do with Jason Bellefleur's eruption?" "Ms. Bellefleur, how do you feel about being a copy of another Nova?" "Is there a chance that you two will face each other in the ring at Havok in Havana?"

Danielle and Jason dashed through the front doors, almost knocking them off their hinges in their haste to escape the media, faces an identical shade of red from their excited embarrassment.

A moment later, Ryusei and Katya entered the lobby, noticing Jason and Danielle waiting for the private elevator.

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He smiled at her forwardness. "Having you in my arms was something I enjoyed as well."

He smiled at her tabloid comment. "I would imagine so. You might find your own picture in there as well,I noticed several flashes while we were seeing the sights today."

He was quite happy to avoid the paparazzi, glad for yet another reason that Danielle and Jason were there. He was small news compared to them.

He moved up to ythe Eleveator, his arm still linked with Katya's, his other still holding the treasures found on their market excursion.

He smiled and indicated all the packages they had. "So I take it you ladies had a nice little time out on the town?" His voice was full of mirth and he glanced back to the entrance. "I'm not too fond of them either. I think that when we leave, we should do so through the roof or another exit."

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"For a given definition of 'nice,' sure." Danielle shifted, rearranging her purchases. "Hey - Kat - something I wanted to ask. I think Jay mentioned something about how you made him erupt? I ask because I got a friend who - "

"Danno!"

"There he is." Danielle looked embarrassed as Conrad walked up to the elevator.

Conrad beamed at everyone, especially at Jay. "Holy shit, you weren't kidding. If you put in contacts and dyed the hair you'd be Danno's twin. I guess I got more range on that thing than I figured."

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Kat smothered a titter.

"I'm impressed, dude," Jason said, an uncertain smile on her face, her sultry soprano wry, "You actually noticed the colour of my eyes, you'd be - huh? Range on what thing?"

Katya stifled a snicker.

"I'm full of surprises Jay Babe - Jabe, hey, a new word! And just for you. Anyway, yeah, I'm a nova too, with Mega-turn-guys-into-uber-babes powers - I just don't have total control over it yet. I nailed Danno here with them first. I must've nailed you with it too. Sorry about that, but at least you're uber hot, right?"

As the group got on the elevator, Jason shot Danielle a look, clearly asking, 'Is this guy serious?' Danielle hung her head in shame, nodding. She prayed that he wouldn't mention the Mega-turn-into-an-ottoman power.

Katya let loose a giggle she just couldn't contain. "You turned your boyfriend into a girl too, Conrad?"

"Whoa! He's not my boyfriend!" Danielle and Conrad exclaimed at the same time. Katya just began to laugh harder at the expression on their faces.

"I didn't really think so, you two. Relax, I was only joking." She flashed her impish dimples at Conrad, who had somehow managed to wedge himself between Dani and Jay's voluptuous forms. "You can't take the blame for Jason's... condition, that's sort of my fault. You see, we were have the best sex of our life - I'm mean, it was fucking incredible -"

"Kat! What are you -"

"Shush, you. There's no point being embarrassed about it now, Jase. Anyway, I was fantasizing, just a little - there was this `suka at school, Jenna, who kept rubbing it in my face - nevermind about that. We'd been watching E! just before, and they were showing a special on the most attractive Canadian novas, and well, I was sort of picturing myself as you, Knockout."

Katya's smile shifted to Danielle, and if a little colour entered her cheeks, she still didn't seem embarrassed by her admission. "I would've liked to be a little taller, with a little more upfront. I guess I overcompensated. Anyway, I was fantasizing myself growing and blossoming, and somehow, Jason was able to see it too."

"The doctors at the Rashoud Facility call it a Pre-Eruption Manifestation. The best guess at what happened is that she manifested a telepathic or telempathic link with me - which could explain the amazing sensations that we were feeling - and when Jason erupted, her body changed based on my subconscious desires. And thus, you have KO 2.0."

Everyone was quiet, digesting this tale, some in embarrassment, others is shock, still others just trying to picture it.

"Jabe, you can read minds?" Conrad said, breaking the silence.

"No... Thank God!" Jason replied with a shudder, seeing where Conrad's eyes were glued. She pretty much knew what men thought when they looked at her, having once being one, but really knowing would have been too horrible to contemplate.

Bing! The elevator doors opened, and Katya led the procession out, despite her dimunitive stature.

"Okay, drop off your bags, and shuck the clothes - swimwear is enough. Make sure you have a towel, and sunglasses, and sunscreen, well, at least for me. You two ladies," Katya said, pointing at Jase and Dani, "might want to put on a sarong like mine - it might slow down on the lust-attacks you girls will inflict. Jase has one or two extras too, if you don't have any, Danielle. Conrad, if you're coming, you'll probably want to run down to your room and change."

Katya surveyed the rest of the group with a glint in her eye. She clapped her hands sharply, then shooed them off. "Come on, chop-chop, the beach and boardwalk are waiting."

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Ryusei maintained his own stoic calm, barely. It was so funny, and inside he was laughing heartily. He dropped Katya's purchases at her room and then went to his own to change, donning trunks and a white button-down, he placed his shades in his pocket, grabbed a towel, and the small watertight pouch he kept his important paperwork in. He made a couple of calls, arranged for a few payments, and came up with a general gameplan. He emerged from his room and waited there in the hall for the others. "Come on everyone, we're wasting daylight." His voice was light and happy, he clearly was having a great time.

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Danielle sighed. "All right." She trudged down to Jay's room.

Just get it over with. She's the only one here, and she's seen what you got. Everyone has.

She kicked off her jacket and shirt and pants in rapid succession, and grabbed a sarong from the pile that Jay had waiting. "So yeah, that's Conrad. He's all right once you get to know him. So you're, like, a telepath or something? That's neat. I could at least be more than another flying super-strong tough nova with that."

She wrapped it around her waist, grabbed her bag (not a purse) and turned around, holding up her hands as if to say, 'there it is.'

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Conrad didn't wait to get to his room. He pulled off his pants in the elevator, revealing swimming trunks. "Always come prepared. I'm like the Canadian Batman, except instead of brooding a lot I just chill."

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"Wow, a man who thinks ahead. Good job, Batman, hopefully we won't have to wait long on the Supergirls," Katya said with a grin, as she headed to her room. She thanked Ryusei for his help with her purchases, then packed a shoulder bag with the necessary supplies for the beach; she was already dressed for their next excursion.

She couldn't help but run her eyes over Ryusei's body as he courteously took her shoulder bag. "I'm ready."

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Jay stripped out of her tight shirt and capris, while giving Dani a reassuring smile. "I find it better to just shut my brain off and do what Kat says - it helps me cope, ya'know? The more I think about it, the more I worry and... well... yeah."

She slipped her heeled sandals back on then instinctively wrapped the sarong around her waist with an elegant flourish, posing a bit as she studied Dani and herself in the mirror.

Dear fuckin' God, we're hot! Jay couldn't decide which swimsuit was more indecent: the indigo strings that Dani was wearing or the mirror-like one-piece that emphasized her every curve - including her stiffening nips, Perfect! - that she had on. She slipped on the new pair of Raybans that one admirer had been too generous in offering her and turned back to Dani.

"Conrad seems like a few friends I used to have - I'm glad he's taken your... change so well. I'm not a telepath, or anythin' like that, at least not as far as I know - that's just the best reasoning the Docs at Utopia could come up with for why I erupted the way I did. Apparently, I have 'potential', but right now, I'm just a super-strong, tough nova-girl, who it seems is the only nova who can't fly."

Jay packed up her own bag (not a purse), and with a nod to Dani, the two quantum-enhanced goddesses headed out to join the others.

"We're ready."

The group got on the elevator and headed for the lobby.

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Ryusei nodded to Katya and smiled. He was genuinely happy right now, he hadn't had to play host this time, he was just a fello tourist here, and it felt so good.

When Danielle and Jason emerged, his eyes narrowed, then he forcibly flicked them up and back to Kat. "Do I have to apologize everytime they do that?" he whispered softly. His radiant smile and deep blue eyes showed he was only half joking, and he nodded to Conrad and the others.

"Then let's get over to the limo, next stop, Malecon."

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Jael leaned against Matt's side and allowed her picture to be taken with him. The fan burbled at Matt as Jael smiled prettily; that was her job now, after all. Fred stood off to the side, basking in a tiny corner of Matt's fame.

The elevator doors snapped open, and Jael caught sight of two familiar face - then a third. "Whoa, double my pleasure," she murmured, and Matt's gaze followed hers. "Hang on, I gotta say hi to some people."

"I'll come with you," Matt said easily, but his eyes were on Knockout and Knockout part duex. Jael didn't mind him eyeballing them; maybe he'd remove his hand from her ass. Of course, she doubted that either of them wanted him to move it to theirs but that wasn't her problem.

"Ryusei, Danielle," Jael called, waving as she approached. "How have you guys been? Oh, and this is Matt, he's one of the wrestlers."

"Crimson Light, Red Division," he said, offering his hand. He was tall, over six foot, handsome but not supernaturally so. His most striking feature was his long red hair, which was the kind of color you only found in anime and novas.

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Ryusei smiles when he sees yet another nova he knows. "Jael! Long time no see. How have you been?" He was the epitome of congeniality, and shook Crimson Light's hand when it was offered, Introducing himself and the others. "I'm Ryusei Hideyoshi, These are my friends, Katya, Jay, and Danielle."

He nods and indicates the other gentleman in their number. "And the other young man with us is Conrad. We were all about to head down to the Malecon, and then onto the beach."

He pauses a moment and then smiles. "If you'd like to join us for some fun in the sun you're most welcome." He inwardly realized that having two XWF fighters together wouldn't help any keeping the media away, but the offer had been made. then another thought occurred to him. Oh God, I hope this isn't Jason's opponent for her match. That would be more than awkward.

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Katya felt a small stab of irritation at the sight of the other nova woman - was there no blonde nova who was of average height and of non-stupendous attractiveness? At least, she's not overly exaggerated, like the twins here.

Katya kept a pleasant smile on her face as she introduced herself, pressing herself even closer to Ryusei. "Hello, I'm Katya Skovskaya, pleased to meet you. As Ryusei said, you're more than welcome to join us on the Malecon." She couldn't help but be a little miffed that she was practically ignored by the Crimson Light, even if she couldn't completely blame him.

Jason pushed her Raybans to rest on top of her head as she watched the new blonde approach. She smiled appreciatively as she gave her a quick once-over, lingering a little over her long legs, her slightly luminous indigo eyes coming to rest on the other woman's blue-grey ones. She gave an inward sigh as she noticed where her companion's gaze was directed and the continued clicking of photos being taken.

"Jael? Carver? Heya, I'm Jason. Jason Bellefleur? We talked some on the OpNet. Nice to meet'cha." Her sexy soprano was warm as she extended her hand in greeting, smile stretching into a playful leer. "Really nice. Your advice helped a lot."

Fuck it! I've been dealing with Danielle and now I'm prancin' around in heels and a slutty swimsuit - I can pretend to be okay with myself.

Jason tossed her head, flicking an argent tress out of her face, her long, silver mane of hair dancing. Her smile tightened when she turned to Crimson Light and saw that he wouldn't have the slightless clue what colour her eyes were - really, she understood the appeal, but be a little less obvious about it, please! She straightened and stood tall, then shook his hand, strengthening her grip until he looked her in the face.

"Bombshell, also Red Division. The Havok is my debut."

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"Bombshell? Uh... I guess that fits. You make things explode? Or... oh, it's a double entendre. Ha, okay. Yeah." Danielle scratched the back of her head. She looked at Jael.

Heya, Jael, when we met on New Year's Eve you put me out when I was on fire and gave me a kiss and that's kind of hot and I think you are too, you wanna join me and Bombshell here in -

"Heya, Jael." Danielle cut the thought short. "Been a little while! How're you?"

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Jael was thinking about that kiss as well, and her thoughts were moving along a similar track to Knockout's. She wasn't into girls inherently, but such inclinations got bent around the gravity of this kind of supernatural beauty. And right now, there were two such heavenly bodies altering the gravity of lust in the area.

"I'm good," Jael said easily. "School's been going alright. I got B's in most my classes this last year." She didn't say that the rest were C's. Scholastics were not terribly important to her. "How have you been, girl? Besides unbearably hot?"

Matt's expression changed subtly. It went from 'I want the hot chick on my arm' to 'I want a foursome with the hot chick on my arm who just called the other girl hot and the knockout and the bombshell, haha!' But he choked back his carnal urges to instead maintain a conversation. "I'm up against Rancid first round," he said with a grimace. "Do you know who you pulled, Bombshell?"

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When Jason announced her choice of "Nova name" as it were Ryusei could only smile, but he did momentarily catch her eyes. He'd suggested that name to her awhile back.

He was happy to see Carver, and could easily read Crimson Light's attitude, he knew the feeling but wouldn't dare mention it.

He nodded to th door. "Come with us, it'll be a blast."

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Jason gave Ryusei a nod, acknowledging her choice of name, then raised her fair brows when she heard Jael's comment on Dani's - and, she guessed her - hotness. Well now, this could be interesting.

"I just finished high school myself Jael, B's mostly too. Just have grad left... and the prom..." Jason finished in a soft voice. She was glad school was over, but she hadn't decided if she was going to attend her prom yet... though if Jael or Dani offered to be her date, that might change things. As Jason turned her attention to Matt, she was unaware that there was a small smile on her face.

"Rancid, seriously? Who comes up with these names? I'm facing a 'porter named Backstab." Jason saw the look in the Crimson Light's eyes, her lips tightening into a line - it didn't help that she was having similar thoughts about Jael and Dani. "And please, call me Jason, or Jay. We're not in the ring or on camera." Her own eyes grew hard, daring him to say something about her name.

"And I agree with Ryusei here, Jael. You should definitely join us for some fun in the sun." Jason's smile was solely for Jael, trying to exclude Matt without seeming to.

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"Uh, I've, you know. I've been. Uh, working on the whole, the cop thing. Seeing how that turns out. I went on another ride along and there was a domestic dispute." She made a face. "Those're the worst. Some argument over not buying batteries for the TV remote or something like that. How about you?"

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"School's been good," Jael said, smiling. "I've made quite a few friends, and Shelly is there of course. I got her into Stanford, and even convinced her to go after-" Jael stopped, considering, then shrugged, her body shifting against Matt's as she moved. Might as well mention something about that summer. "I had a bad, bad boyfriend. He's not an issue anymore, but Shell felt I needed her along to keep me out of further trouble."

She glanced at Jason and asked, "Swimming?" Her eufiber shifted and moved on her body, offering teasing glimpses of bare skin - without actually showing anything indecent - as it changed from her sundress into a bikini with a short sarong around her waist. By the expression on Matt's face, the experience had been as interesting tactily as it had been visually. "Swimming sounds fabulous. Fred, be a dear and put my bags in Matt's room." She turned batting blue eyes to Matt and said, "Would you mind if I hung with my friends for a while?" The fingernail of her index finger made lazy patterns on the taut t-shirt attempting to span his thick chest. "Please?"

"Uh, sure," Matt said, clearly unsure how to get himself invited now without just crashing the party.

"Thanks, sweetie," Jael oozed as she stood up on tiptoe and gave his lips a feather-light kiss. "I'll catch up with you later."

Without looking back at him, she walked over to Danielle and put her arm around the other girl. "Let's go, guys! The sea is waiting!"

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Ryusei nodded and lead the way to the Limo waiting out the back entrance. He allows all the ladies to get in and Conrad and then climbs in himself sitting next to Katya. The drive to the Malecon is only about five minutes in Havanna traffic, and when they arived he smiled. After everyone got out of the Limo, he nodded. "My friends, the Malecon, and the beautiful beaches beyond."

"Shall we walk a ways, or just head straight for the water?"

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Jason had been proud of herself - she'd been doing a good job of keeping her eyes from straying, then Jael had pulled her eufiber trick, and against her will, her eyes had been drawn downward. She thought is was worst that she hadn't actually seen anything.

"Swimming it is then, Jael," Jason said with an engaging smile. Somehow, it feels wrong that it is only now, after I've become a chick, that I'm having fantasies of being with two girls at the same time. "I really got to get me some of that eufiber. It looks like all kinds of fun, not to mention that is fits." Jason arched her back, emphasizing that it was hard to find clothing in certain measurements.

Sitting in the Limo on the way to the Malecon, Jason almost felt sorry for Conrad, sitting across from the three gorgeous, nova women. Admittedly, his ability to keep talking to them without drooling - even when what he said started making less and less sense - was pretty impressive.

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"Shall we walk a ways, or just head straight for the water?"

Jason looked at Ryusei with a raised brow, then gave a tilted nod in the direction of Dani and Jael, as if to say, Are you shittin' me?

"Water."

As they group headed for a ramp that led off the Malecon and onto the beach, something in the air, a ways down the boardwalk caught Jason's eye. She walked slower and slower until she stopped, trying to make it out. It looked like a miniature sunset.

Unconsciously, she began to head in direction of the sunset glow, moving faster and faster, especially after she noticed the crowd teeming around that section of the Malecon. To avoid the crowds, Jason leapt up onto the seaside coping of the Malecon and began running, with preternatural grace and fluidity, easily clearing anyone who was leaning on the railing.

"Is that?... Oh,my God!... I think that's her!"

Katya turned her head and looked at the false sunset, instantly knowing what Jason thought it meant. She gripped Ryusei's hand tighter, and pressed herself close, her mouth a tight line - there was only so much she could handle.

"Perfect," she muttered, low enough that she thought only Ryusei could hear. Under her breath, she followed up with a string of Russian.

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Jael realized who Bombshell is looking at and smiled. She started to scan the crowd, too, but she's not looking for the multi-hued beauty that Bombshell is - her eyes are only for his dark-haired shadow. Her eyes are for her liberator and sometimes-lover.

So where the fuck is he?!

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Ryusei Followed Jason's dash and sighed. "My God." He recognized her too, the only woman he'd openly admitted his attraction to. Today would prove the ultimate test of his resolve. He had Knockout, Bombshell, Carver, Katya and now Ausrinne it seemed within visual range.

He smiled. He was quite happy that he was single. He looked to Katya and nodded. "Look at it this way, I'm sure back in Canada any time you went swimming you were mobbed by men and boys. At least for today there are four other decoys for you. Today you may only have one admirer, is that okay?"

He tried his best to soothe the agitated young woman, doing his best to keep his eyes on her.

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Katya held onto Ryusei's arm as they followed Jason at a much more considered pace. She could only imagine how excited the bouncing Bombshell must be - Aušrine was Jason's favourite model. She had all her posters, and every magazine issue she was featured in.

At Ryusei's comment, Katya stopped and looked up at the incredibly handsome man, her silvery-grey eyes wide. Though her mobile face was calm, a small smile kept appearing at one side of her mouth.

"Today, one is enough."

Katya's wide grin was grateful and genuine. They began to follow Jason once more, Kat holding close to Ryusei, her head pressed to his shoulder.

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"Alright, dear", called Alfonso, lowering his camera, "I think we're done for the day."

*Finally*, thought Aušrine.

As she floated back down to the stone platform that Alfonso and his attendants were perched on her hair billowed around her like she was underwater and the light of a dying sun radiated off her body in waves, but at some point, roughly concurrent with the point at which her feet touched rock, the light show stopped and her hair fell back in place like hair is supposed to do. Somehow, it wasn't possible to pinpoint the precise moment that the light show stopped. It was a peculiar phenominon - like the way you can watch the sun set a thousand times, but somehow it always manages to slip below the horizon without your quite realizing it, so that the sudden darkness that follows comes as a rude shock every time.

It was easy to see why everyone thought that 'Aušrine', the name for the Baltic goddess who presided over the setting and the rising of the sun, was such an appropriate name for her.

She smiled at the camera crew and asked, "Alright then, who do I carry over first?"

The crew stared at her for about a second, and then they set about packing several thousand dollars worth of delicate camera equipment at a speed that was impressive by any standard. One of them nearly fell right off the platform in his rush to be the first one to finish packing, but he just barely kept his footing and, with a huge grin, was the first to proclaim, "done!" As though it were a race or something.

Then, more sheepishly, he added, "I'm packed and ready to go back over whenever you are, ma'am."

Aušrine stifled a giggle and then reached out and picked the man up and began to airlift him back over to the Malecón, and this time her Vesper Light seemed more reminiscent of a sunrise than a sunset.

And she literally 'picked' the man up, too. Her ability to alter the local effects of gravity meant that, at her mental command, Alfonso's attendant suddenly weighed about as much as a bowling ball, and was just as easy for her (and for him) to carry across.

By the time she returned to the platform, Alfonso and the second attendant were all packed and ready to go and she carried them across as in short order as well.

It was as she was carrying Alfonso back across that Aušrine noticed the silver-haired amazonian goddess sprinting along the top of the sea wall in her direction. She set Alfonso down on the boardwalk carefully, and then she turned to face the oncoming beauty.

*I may have a situation, here*, she thought at Kazuo while she waited.

In her mind she felt the wordless, mental equivalent of an interested *grunt*. Which was Kazuonian for, 'You don't say? Well, best keep me apprised, dear lady. I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to you while was away, you know.' Or something like that. With Kazuo, it was hard to tell.

Aušrine continued to wait as 'Bombshell' ran towards her.

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Jason leapt from the seawall then sashayed the rest of the distance until she was barely a few feet from Belarussian beauty, barely able to contain her excitement. Jason had never thought that she'd ever get the chance to see Aušrine in real life, let alone from the this close. She figured she be surrounded by bodyguards and agents and whatnot - though considering her reputation as an elite, bodyguards would be wholely unnecessary.

Jason gave Aušrine an open look of awe-stricken admiration, before - through sheer, stubborn will - forcing her twinkling, indigo eyes to stay focused on her face. If it was obvious that her gaze wanted to wonder, really, who could blame her. Hmm, I'd thought she be taller - then again, when I spent more time dreaming of her, I was almost half a foot shorter and wasn't wearing a pair of heels.

Jason felt a wave of heat wash over her, and wasn't sure if she was suffering a full-body blush attack or if Aušrine was really emitting that much heat, was that hot. Oh please God, don't let me make a fool of myself. Jason seemed unaware of how prominent her stiff nipples appeared in the mirror-like sheen of her silvery-grey swimsuit.

"I - Wow, I never thought - you're even more gor - I mean - I have all your posters and mag - Damnit! I didn't mean to babble. Can I start over?"

The newly minted Bombshell let out sharp breath of air, then tossed her head to shake a few loose strands of argent hair from her face, her long, silver ponytail dancing in silky waves behind her. She stood up straight, shoulders back, a hip unconsciously cocked, and held out a hand in greeting. Her luminous gaze was unwavering as she kept her attention to the nova-model's face.

"Hello, I'm Jason Bellefleur, and it's my very great pleasure to get to meet you Aušrine Vasiliauskiute," Jason said in her remarkably sexy soprano, the Russian lilt in her voice pronouncing her name flawlessly. "I'm a very big fan, and it's an honour I never expected to recieve."

The silver-haired, amazonian goddess was oblivious to her own ineffable aura, that was captivating more than her own fair share of awe-stricken admiration.

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Danielle consciously found something else to look at, other than the bouncy Bombshell. "Geez. Nova central all of a sudden."

"Maybe I got mega-get-the-mega-novas-here-mega-now powers too."

Danielle opened her mouth, and then closed it. There was no point in arguing with Conrad. He'd gone in for blood work and it had come back negative, but he claimed it was because of his mega-fool-the-bloodwork powers.

"Maybe you do," she said lamely. She fell quiet as the group's focus of attention shifted off her, secretly thankful.

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It isn't everyday that a six-foot-and-something tall, silver-maned tigress of a woman comes strutting up to you - even (or perhaps especially)when your name is Aušrine Vasiliauskiute. So it was understandable that Aušrine didn't quite know what to make of Jason's approach, at first.

It was possible, though not likely, that the approaching nova (Jason) was an up and coming elite who'd been sent after her (Aušrine) for one reason or another, maybe even in retaliation for the snatch-and-grab she'd helped perform earlier this afternoon. The odds of this were actually somewhat better than normal today, because of what city they were in. Other than Pretoria, Havana was basically Elite Central.

On the other hand, Aušrine tried very hard to keep as up to date as possible on who exactly was who in elite circles, and she had a hard time believing that someone who looked like this would have escaped her notice.

Still, just to be safe, she forwarded an image of Jason to Kazuo over their shared mental link.

*Wuddya want?*, thought Kazuo, *I'm in the middle of swimmin' laps in the pool here. You would not believe how many first-rate babes are hangin' around up here!*

*That's wonderful, Kazuo*, thought Aušrine in the tone of teeth gently grinding together. *But if you wouldn't mind, could you tell me who you this* - and she sent the image of Jason Kazuo's way - *is?*

*Looks like that Knockout girl. Or guy. Whatever*, came his mental answer.

*Who?*, asked Aušrine.

*Knockout*, came Kazuo's exasperated answer.

*Yes*, Aušrine thought patiently back at him, *you said that. Who is Knockout?*

*Some guy in college who erupted and turned into a really fuckin' hot chick.* Over the link came the mental equivalent of a chuckle. *Anyway, you met her last year at that underaged dramafest you dragged me to in Cleveland.*

*Oh!*, though Aušrine, *You mean her! I mean, him. Oh, whatever.*

*Right*, thought Kazuo in return, agreeing with her on all three counts.

*You really think this is her - him - I mean! Ugh. You really think this is Knockout?*

*Looks like it.*

Aušrine looked closer, and then her thoughts took on the tone of an eyebrow quirking, and she thought, *Hold on. Isn't Knockout a blonde?*

Kazuo's thoughts took on a tone of vaguely indifferent incredulosity, and he sent over the link, *Uhm... how the hell should I know? I never really paid attention to what color her/his/whateverthefuck's hair was, yanno? There's much more important things to consider on that chick's body.*

*Nice*, thought Aušrine in the mental tone of eyes rolling and glaring. *I'm surprised, Kazuo: you never told me you liked men.*

*Only cuz most of 'em look like guys, Ash*, Kazuo pointed out, matter of factly. *Hold on, I'm coming over there now.*

*Fine*, thought Aušrine, *but I don't think this is Knockout, Kazuo. She just looks a lot like h- ... like Knockout.* Ruefully, she considered how tiring it was to think about erupted transexuals - at least the ones who hadn't switched genders intentionally.

One nice thing about mental conversations, is that they can take much less time than normal conversations, so Kazuo and Aušrine were able to share all of this with each other in the time it took Jason Bellefleur to walk from the Malecon's wall to where Aušrine was standing.

Jason had nonetheless reached Aušrine right about the time that she and Kazuo were finishing, though, and she suddenly found herself looking up for most of a foot into the eyes of this strange, and strangely familiar, quantum beauty.

And then the statuesque eidolon of sexuality before her started babbling into the air just like any other star-struck fan. This entire situation had become simply surreal. Aušrine didn't know whether to giggle, console the poor woman (man?), or start backing away slowly.

And then suddenly the indigo-eyed demigoddess flipped things on their head again, and the entire mood changed.

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The newly minted Bombshell let out sharp breath of air, then tossed her head to shake a few loose strands of argent hair from her face, her long, silver ponytail dancing in silky waves behind her. She stood up straight, shoulders back, a hip unconsciously cocked, and held out a hand in greeting. Her luminous gaze was unwavering as she kept her attention to the nova-model's face.

"Hello, I'm Jason Bellefleur, and it's my very great pleasure to get to meet you Aušrine Vasiliauskiute," Jason said in her remarkably sexy soprano, the Russian lilt in her voice pronouncing her name flawlessly. "I'm a very big fan, and it's an honour I never expected to recieve."

The silver-haired, amazonian goddess was oblivious to her own ineffable aura, that was captivating more than her own fair share of awe-stricken admiration.

Aušrine just stared at her (him?), her mouth a little agape. Finally, she managed to say, "Hhaah... hi."

She forced her jaw to raise itself back into position, and then she swallowed. Once that was all taken care of, she took another go at talking like a normal person. And failed.

"Uh, my name is Aušrine - oh! Yes. You - you already said that, didn't you? So you already knew my name? No, of course you did, otherwise how could have said it! Right? Ha ha..."

She blushed as she realized that now she was the one babbling. Then she noticed Jason's outstretched hand, and realized that she'd (he'd?) been holding it out for several seconds now. Terribly embarrassed, Aušrine reached out and accepted the handshake immediately.

She was about to stammer out something about how flattered she was that Jason considered herself (himself?) a fan, but was inturrupted by a gruff voice speaking more loudly than the situation really warranted.

Behind her, Kazuo said (shouted), "holy shit! I think yer right, Ash, this aint her. Looks just like 'er, though."

Somehow, Aušrine knew that she was going to regret turning around immediately, but turn around she did. And was met with the sight of Kazuo 'Kurusu' Kanai, standing in the middle of the crowd, dripping wet - and wearing nothing but a leopard print speedo! Apparently he really had come straight over from the swimming pool. How completely aweful.

Aušrine began discreetly looking for a hole in the ground to drop into.

"Hey lady!", Kazuo called to Jason, a huge shark-like grin on his face, while strutting (in his speedo - his leopard print speedo!) in their direction, "How in the hell did you end up looking just like a guy who looks like a really hot chick? You gotta tell me!"

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Ryusei kept up his pace with Katya until he arrived at where Ausrinne and Jason were. He noted that Kazuo had also appeared and smiled as he greeted them.

"Ausrinne, Kazuo, so good to see you again. Come to Havanna to relax?" It was clear he hadn't heard Kazuo's question to Jason, though there was no mistaking that look.

He indicated the young woman walking with him. "This is Katya, she came with Jason for her fight this week."

He smiles. "Danielle and Jael are here too, following us."

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Jason was absolutely thunderstruck. Here she was, meeting the woman of her wildest dreams, straining to keep her eyes focused on her face so hard that they were starting to hurt, and Aušrine was the one reduced to babbling incoherency.

She just couldn't fathom it. Aušrine was one of - if not the most - physically attractive and physically powerful woman - no person - in the world, a former member of Team Tomorrow Europe, with years of experience as a (the) supermodel and an elite, and she was acting no better than most other guys, and not a few women, did when they caught a sight of her.

Am I really that good-looking... Jason wondered, a little worried - and a little turned on - at the rush of pride that ran through her.

When Aušrine finally took her hand, Jason debated bending over it and giving it a courtly kiss, but quickly gave that up as lame. In the streching silence, Jason was choosing between asking her about the modeling industry or if she could take a picture with her, when suddenly, Aušrine was hailed by a grating voice from behind her.

Jason's eyes were involuntarily pulled pass the shorter, quantum-enhanced goddess to the man coming up from behind. Christ! Guy looks like he's been swimming with chainsaws. Huh, didn't think they made leopard-print anything except for streetwalk - Gah! Holy Fuck! Jason quickly looked away from Kazuo 'Kurusu' Kanai, her face beet red, when she unavoidably noticed the (large) bulge in his leopard-print speedo. Dude is as over-endowed as a man as I am as a woman.

Originally Posted By: Kazuo
"How in the hell did you end up looking just like a guy who looks like a really hot chick? You gotta tell me!"

"I - er - yeah, look, it really wasn't what I had in mind. My girlfriend was the one who wished she looked like Knockout, not me - I just - erm, the genie," Jason flicked an elegant finger with a perfectly manicured, silvery nail at her forehead, referring to her node, "got confused."

Jason met Kazuo's gaze, her face still red, but she had to keep glancing away whenever she felt her eyes wondering. "Look, I've already told the story once today, I'll tell it another time - Whew! I didn't think I would actually wish I could get drunk, I sure could use a drink right about now."

Jason raised one arm to rub the back of her neck, unintentionally emphasizing her remarkable bustline, holding her other hand out for a firm handshake. "Um, nice to meetcha? I'm Jason Bellefleur, Bombshell, a new fighter in the XWF. I'm havin' my first match at the Havok. So, uh, you two a couple or somethin'?" Jason guessed with an unsure smile.

"... "

"... Okay, dude, can you please put on a pair of pants or somethin'? It's really distractin' and I'm sufferin' from penis envy enough, thanks."

I wonder what it would feel - No! Don't go there!

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