"You know, I'm not like, super religious, but you are giving off literal satan vibes right now. Are you the devil? Is this divine punishment?" Had she pissed off a witch at some point? Was she cursed now?

"Sounds like the next mission impossible theme. Getting into Wonder Bread's pants." She wondered absently is it would include repelling down from a ceiling and night vision goggles?

"Sure? I'm fine teaching you. Though... I mean even I don't know exactly what the hell I'm doing or how exactly I'm doing it... so my explanations might be... um... lacking? It's not like there's a wikihow page somewhere with all the info of my powers on it."

How to explain what she could do... hmm. Considering what a massive idiot she was sometimes her grip on her power was actually really good.

"So, like, first find yourself somewhere out of public view. And a wall or something that's not too thick would be great, too."

She waited for a bit, mulling over instructions in her head.

"Okay, so like... you have to concentrate on what you are phasing, once you get that down it's super easy. So like, if you wanna phase your hand you just have to focus on that part of your body and....er... I guess kinda wish it away? I don't know. @#$% I could never be a teacher this $*@% is hard."

She was adept enough at it nowadays that she didn't actively register all of the efforts it took to a degree. It was just kinda background noise for the most part unless she was working with something big or complicated.

"Once you have a hand, or like... a finger down, you just apply that same idea to the rest of your body. You gotta keep at least one thing solid though, or else, you know, the center of the earth I guess. Obviously it's never happened to me, but I've fallen through a couple of floors on accident enough times to be wary of it."

... Should she mention that focusing on keeping her clothes on while phased was a separate thing Cas would need to do?

...

Naaaaah. She seemed smart enough to realize that herself.

A shrug. ”Maybe I am? Why?” she purred. ”Are you scared?”

She was called the devil. Cas merely stared at her reflection, staring at the person she was inhabiting and simply grinned all the wider. It wasn’t the first time that she was confused for such an entity. On more than one occasion she possessed an overly religious type that didn’t know how to handle this kind of situation. Prayers were uttered, demands that she go to hell, even attempts at guessing her demon name in order to extract her. Of course, none of it was true, but she didn’t mind playing the part if it made things a little more fun for her.

Matchstick really didn’t seem like the god-fearing type so she figured her question was more a joke than anything else, but just in case, she grinned at her reflection in the most malevolent of ways. It should be enough to cause Juniper to not question just how far she would go.

And sure enough it seemed to work. Juniper agreed to teach her. Though she made no comment about Cas plotting ways to seduce the mysterious Xavier, Cas figured that her little host didn’t want to think about what she could conceive. Instead why not focus on the more immediate need, teaching her possessing spirit what she wanted to learn and pray to not be left for dead in some wall.

Good girl.

Cas listened as she took a detour down an alley, seeking something, anything that she could try out her new found powers on. The rules seemed pretty simple enough, just focus and concentration. It was much the same as any other mutant that she took over, save for the physically mutated. Those were another story. And in spite of Juniper’s warning, Cas wasn’t really scared. If she did get stuck in a wall, she could easily eject herself from her current body without harm. The same couldn’t be said for Juniper, but that wasn’t really her problem, was it?

She found a more secluded alley and there found several standing sheets of drywall. Seemed that the building there was under construction and the crew was off for the day. Some poor contractor had neglected to bring these in at the end of the day. Sucks of them, but a boon for her.

Standing up the sheet of drywall, she peered at it from either side. It seemed pretty thin. And if she failed, she could easily just break through it, though probably not when her body was midway moving through it. She clapped her hands together, standing on one side, and lifted her hand. Eyes closed, a deep breath, and she pushed her finger against the wall.

Nothing.

But she didn’t get frustrated. No. Being technically dead for 40 years meant that she had a certain amount of patience. So she merely closed her eyes and waited. Every once and awhile she would push her finger against the board to no effect. But she merely took another breath, backed away, and tried again. She did this several times until, finally she felt a strange lightness radiate from her core, like her body was going fuzzy. Pushing her hand forward, she waited for resistance from the wall; there was none.

Opening her eyes, her hand had fully phased through the wall, up to the wrist. Quickly she pulled her hand out and grinned very wide.

”Oh Matchstick…” she purred.. ”You have no idea how happy this makes me. We’re going to have so much fun today.”

Not being able to give her usual squint and frown was a bit of a mood killer, really.

Various things had been brought up now that she was uncomfortable with and it was getting a lot harder to suppress the overwhelming panic of not being able to control the situation anymore. Would she really be OK if Cas succeeded and somehow managed to seduce Xavier? She... wasn't sure. He was attractive, yes, and she liked him to a degree she wasn't comfortable with confronting yet at all, but... he was also frand now. Her last bout of relationships with friends went downhill rather quickly.

And then, on top of the constant jabs at her intelligence (which hurt, mind you! Ow!) Cas took to her power relatively quickly and @#$%in PURRED at whatever ideas she had floating around in her currently stolen head.

"...Wanting to congratulate you on picking that up so quicky is being drowned out by the suspense and terror of whatever you have planned."

Actually, maybe being locked out of her body was a bit of a blessing for the moment. Her brain tended to overreact to things no matter what was going on... Maybe that was why she hadn't devolved into weeping and gnashing of teeth yet?

"If we're gonna do anything illicit, I'd like to request a mask at least. I know my face is a 10, but wanted posters are kinda out of fashion and I've never wanted a complimentary headshot with a say in a jail cell before."

"Oooh.. boys, looky what we have here? You lost, doll?"

... Damnit, New York, could you not be cliche for at least an hour? Alley hoodlums... really!?

"Damn, gurl, you fine. Wanna go for a ride with us?"

A group of three young men had wandered out from the inside of the building that was under constructing after hearing a distinctly feminine voice talking. One of the taller ones jangles his keys at her, to a jeep of all things, and made kissy motions with his lips. One of the shorter ones, who was also seemingly in charge of the group, whipped a comb out of his pocket to slick hack his gelled hair a bit.

"Betchu one'a them short and feisty ones, right?"

...

.... "Lesson 2, how to fuse drywall boards into people... listen carefully..."

Be painfully cheesy? Get painful revenge. Juni happily proceeded to explain the easiest way to go about ruining their day as quickly as possible.

It was an accomplishment. Cas couldn’t be more pleased with herself, or, rather, her progress. Picking up a mutant’s abilities could be a challenge. She couldn’t say how many times she accidentally burned a hole through a wall or knocked over a priceless sculpture with a tail or sent a hapless teenager floating off into the open sky (she was sure he eventually came back down). All that being said, mutant powers could be difficult when you only had a body for 24 hours, but they could be a hell of a lot of fun.

Time was ticking away every second that she was standing in his alley, attempting to put her hand through drywall. But it happened. Eventually it certainly happened. And she was elated. Even Juni’s mind was congratulating her on how quickly she was learning, something that made Cas inadvertently smile. This was awesome -- and so very, very useful.

Matchstick joked about being distracted from the fear of what trouble she could get her into now and Cas grinned in a devilish way. She honestly didn’t have anything planned but she was certainly going to keep her options open.

And then...the laughter started. Laughter that wasn’t her own.

Turning her head, she watched as the stereotypes of New York gangbangers began to descend upon her. Crawling from the corners like roaches, they all jeered and leered at her in ways that left little to the imagination. She sighed and rolled her eyes; this was not something she wanted on her happy fun day agenda.

Truth be told, she didn’t have to deal with this. She could easily just pull herself out of Juniper’s body and head off unharmed wherever she wanted to go and leave the meatsuit to fend for herself. But no. She couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t do that. Not because she actually gave a shit about the blonde, but because she still had her diamonds in an inhaler in her pocket. After everything, she wasn’t going to lose her prize of the day to these losers.

Fiiiiine.

She rolled her neck, sighed, and cracked a small smile. Juniper began to feed her information on how to fuse them to drywall. Simple enough now that she was managing the powerset. Besides, it was all confidence, wasn’t it?

With a wide smile, she looked upon the lead guy who combed his shitty hair with foul-scented pomade. Why not put the fear of god into them. As they attempted to lure her closer, lecherous tones in their voices, she stepped up to the shorter leader and gave him a purr and a smile.

”Ooooh, big talk usually means other big things,” she cooed. Stepping closer she reached out, taking his wrists gently in hers, smiling like a smitten kitten as she held them up and looked them over. ”Oooh, just like I thought -- big hands…” she said huskily. ”I know exactly how you can put these to good use, baby…”

She began to walk backwards. The group seemed stunned at the easiness of this conquest, whistling and wincing as Cas pulled the leader deeper into the alley and closer to the drywall that was standing up. She let the hands move along her hips and around to her butt, keeping rapt with attention until she reached back around, holding his wrists and pressed her back against the wall.

”We don’t need to go anywhere but here, baby,” she grinned. ”Why don’t we…” holding his hands, she started to make her backside phase through the drywall, moving subtly through it. ”...step into my parlor.”

The leader grinned and giggled, closed his eyes and pursed his lips as he awaited a kiss and another feel of that nice rear. But as he continued to lean forward he felt nothing but her tightening grip on his wrists and empty air for his lips to kiss. And then...there was pain. Such pain. He opened his mouth to scream only to find out that he couldn’t. As a matter of fact, he could barely move!!

Cas stepped out from behind the drywall, leaning against it as she looked at the leader, his wrists, and lips, now trapped in the drywall. Leaning against it as he struggled, Cas sighed as she carefully ran a finger over her lips and flicked the spittle off with disdain. She mustered the most devilish smile she could and eyed the remaining gang who looked between her and their flailing, panicked leader.

”What’s wrong, boys?” she teased. ”Not in the mood to play anymore?”

"Wait, wait what"

Why was she-

Oh... OH NO

"Noooo! Don't use my body for that! Ew! So gross!

There were some surely very real tenant laws being violated right now, even if she wasn't sure how she would go about trying to argue that point. Whatever! She hadn't agreed to being manhandled before exacting justified revenge on sleaze bags! Her poor, poor hiney!

It took extra effort to make sure the retching sounds she was making were descriptive and loud, but it was well worth it. She would need a scalding hot bath after this. Maybe an acid bath. Just... get rid of the first five layers of skin or something. Could acid peels do that? Full-body skin peel, posthaste!

It didn't even feel worth it anymore listening to dude-bro mumble-scream in terror from where he was trapped, because she was dirty now.

His fellow goons, for once, took one look at their bud writhing in pain and fright, turned tail and ran faster than a dog with something in its mouth it shouldn't have. It was actually kinda funny.

"Can we like, draw up a contract or something so that the next time my butt gets grabbed it's mutually agreed upon? I tend to reserve being felt up for just the hot ones that I wanna bang, you know?

Huh, was it weird that she felt like her therapist might be proud of her for how she was dealing with this whole fiasco?

... Yeah, probably weird. She was probably living one of those therapist memes right now and he'd be super disappointed in her.

"On an unrelated note, that was pretty smooth. A+ on that whole shpeal back there. Totally had them hooked.

Cas grinned, ignoring the sound of retching in the back of her mind. She was very close to just shoving Juniper’s consciousness back into the quiet depths of sleep, but thankfully she didn’t need to have the gang leader’s hands on her ass much longer than what was necessary. Once she had trapped the dumbass in the wall, she peered back to the others and issued her challenge.

They were smarter than they looked. With a squeak and a scamper, they were off and, before long, had vanished around a corner. Cas breathed a small sigh. She was grateful. Not that they could have hurt her, but because if things had progressed any further, she would have had to have given this sweet little body up before any fun could be had with her.

That would have certainly been a waste.

Then again, with how Juniper was whining, she was wondering if maybe she should just ditch her. Nah, after having such an exciting and near failure of a morning, she needed a bit of downtime in a sweet, tight little form. Now that she had that, she wasn’t going to give it up easily.

She rolled her eyes, stuffing her hands into her jean pockets and moved on down the alley. ”You know, I really don’t need your permission for anything, right?” she scoffed. She reached her hands out, running them along the walls, smiling at the sensation of the brick against her fingertips. ”I don’t even have to let you in the backseat. I can keep you completely in the dark if I wanted to.”

A light giggle escaped her lips. She let those words sink in as she made her way out of the alley and back onto the street. It was so easy to be malicious with what she could do. She could ruin lives. She has ruined lives. It was a situation that was completely dependent on her mood. And right now...her mood said…

Glancing at a storefront window, she peered at the reflection but looked directly at Juniper. ”Fine. I leave your precious body unmolested...for now.” She then grinned. ”And thanks. As I’m sure you know, sometimes you have to do what you have to do to protect yourself.” She sighed. ”So...what do to now…” clicking her tongue softly she peered around the street. ”Something good…? Something bad…? Little bit of both?” She clapped her hands together and headed off. ”Come on, New York. Time to show this girl a good time…”

Little Juniper Cricket, as she had dubbed herself from being relegated to the inner voice of her own head, went silent. It remained like that for a bit until she gave up on finding something clever to say in return and settled for a very sassy, "Ruuuuude."[/color]

Cas seemed to, I dunno, develop some morals or something for a moment and Juniper would have sighed if she was in charge of her lungs.

"I mean, like... it ain't like you can't do anything. I'm not exactly a prude over here." She temporarily forgot she didn't have her hands at the moment, "Like that guy, over there across the street by the bus stop? Blue briefcase?" She waited for a beat, "I would wreck him in a heartbeat. Like.. business guys are all hurry hurry and lots of Oomph. Generally, never bother with all the sappy 'i'll call you!' lies too, which is nice since I don't feel as bad hopping out the window once we're done."

In regards to what it was she- er.. cas- No... they was gonna go do? "Why not both? Both are good and no one misses out. Just try not to get caught, I don't wanna have to skip towns again yet."

Cas was anchoring for something fun to do. She had new powers, she had a willing hostage, and now she was eager to get into some mischief. But what to do? The kinder side of her (yes, one existed) had promised the blonde that she wouldn’t allow her body to be molested without permission. Also that she would do what she could to keep the young woman from being cast on the five o’clock news.

She sighed. That was a little boring but she guessed that she could oblige. She did say she was in a giving mood so why not give until it hurt.

”Fiiiine,” she grumbled as she stopped to peer at herself in the glass once more. ”Such a buzzkill.”

With a look around the city, she tilted her head as she peered around and tried to think of something that she could do. And then, eyeing the hotel across the street, a wicked grin crept over her lips. And idea sparked.

”You know, I like your taste in men, Matchstick. But as much as I would love to smash the **** out of him, I want to make sure your legs work until I’m good and ready.” She then smirked, raising her hand to a car, ignoring the honks of protest and proceeded to cross anyway. ”But don’t worry your pretty, empty little head. I’ll make sure you get some fun before the day is out -- and that include getting Mr. Xavier’s attention.”

She moved across the street, heading directly for the hotel. But rather than go in through the front doors, she looped around to the side, the worker’s entrance. It didn’t take her long to find one of the valet’s off their shift and after a quick conversation, and promise for fun that would never happen, Cas returned to the front of the hotel and tied her hair into a respectable manner. Added to her wardrobe was a red, silk vest and a name tag that wasn’t her’s.

”Show time…” she said softly.

It didn’t take long for the next car to show up, a beautiful, gold, BMW convertible. With confidence she marched up to the driver and cheerily welcomed them to the hotel in a tone that said she definitely worked there. Though she momentarily earned a curious look from the much older gentleman with obvious hair plugs, Cas’s bright smile and confident aura were convincing enough.

Keys plopped into Cas’ hand and she smiled. Moving around to the driver’s side of the car, she sighed as she slipped into the seat, inserted the keys, and revved the engine. Carefully she drove out of the driveway, making ready to turn to the parking structure, but that wouldn’t be her destination.

”Awesome...we have wheels now,” she said, looking in the mirror. ”And don’t worry! Joyride for an hour or two and I’ll bring the car back. He won’t even notice it was ever gone. In the meantime, let’s go have some fun!”
[/i][/i]

"No, wait, that's-"

Cass moved on and Juniper let it drop. Did she want Xavier to notice her? Maaaybe. She didn't entirely know in what way, other than like... horny school girl 'Senpai notice me' fashion.

...Awkward.

Juniper went quiet as she watched Cas work, confused about what exactly she was trying to do... until it hit her.

"Ooooohmahgawd."[/color] This... this was GENIUS. She kept quiet while Cas ironed out all of the wrinkles of the plan until the keys were in her hand and she was in the driver's seat. It was hard to remember that when Juniper spoke it was only, like, to her own head, and nobody else could hear.

Once Cas was actually driving away Juniper released the not-really-a-breath-because-she-had-no-lungs she had been holding and just Oozed enthusiasm.

"That was SO @#$%ING COOL."

She had never even thought to do that before because she already had a car and she was lazy, as well as slow on the uptake a lot of the time.

"I mean, like, I've stolen a car before but... never like that. That was smooth as sh*t!"[/color] She was vibing in her own head, unable to physically do anything about it out in the real world. One small act of epic deviousness shifted the narrative in her mind entirely and now Cas was cool. Cas was the goddamn bomb, and... kind hot, actually. Like, the spirit of her or whatever.

"What are we gonna do now? High-speed car chase? Pick up some cuties and have a wild beach orgy?"

Wait, no, bad! That was still her body in there, regardless if it felt like she was watching a video game being played out. Calm down, Juniper! Jesus.

"...Maybe nix that high-speed chase idea. I got overly excited."

Sitting behind the wheel of her ill-gotten means of transportation, Cas flipped down the visor and had to smile. A pair of mirrored shades fell from the top and landed in her open hand. Douches like this guy always had mirrored sunglasses tucked into their sun visors; predictable.

With a flick of her wrist, she popped open the glasses and slipped them over her borrowed eyes. The smirk on her lips extended as she looked upon herself in the rearview mirror -- perfect.

What made it even better was the praise she was receiving from her tag along consciousness. Apparently Juniper loved the scam that she had just pulled. Glancing into the mirror, Cas bowed her head gently in thanks before turning her gaze back to the road.

”You’re too kind, sweetie,” she smiled. ”The key is confidence. Walk with purpose and people will bow to get out of your way.”

With that pearl of wisdom dropped, Cas decided it was time to get back to the objective at hand -- what were they going to do with their day? Juniper was willing and had some AMAZING ideas (save for the one that could get her into prison) so it just boiled down to what she wanted to do first. Cas had some ideas and, with a wicked smile, again looked into the mirror and winked at her reflection (and Juniper in kind).

”Hang on, Matchstick, I got an idea…”

***

It was damn near hedonistic the way that Cas spent the next couple of hours. After driving about the city with quick, dangerous turns and flipping off any and all who honked at her, Cas was in her element. First she picked up a couple of hot girls she spied walking and minding their own business. In the next phase, she drove around the ritziest districts and shops until she found the richest and most handsome man. It was easy to reel him in with care full of young, attractive women.

Now, she was in her element -- an expensive clothing store. Cas sighed as she strolled with confidence, hanging onto the arm of a stock broker with an entourage of sexy women following behind them. It didn’t take much to talk him into a spending binge and thus, here they were, in some of the fanciest shops, trying on clothes, picking out jewelry, and promising a night of clothing-free revelry that he would never forget.

Cas grinned as Mr. Stock Broker whispered all the lewd things he was imagining doing to her and her friends before he slipped away to see which of the sleazy outfits he had picked out that one of the friends was slipping into in the dressing room. Cas chuckled and turned back to the jewelry counter, looking at the diamond stud earrings in her ears.

”Mmm, you know the rubies are fantastic…” she said. ”But diamonds really are a girl’s best friend. Don’t you agree?” she asked, looking into the mirror.