<div class="floatright">(http://pcdn.500px.net/1457206/db808eb72ec7f66c5fee911270793ffb863a582d/3.jpg)</div>Cassandra Keisling/Fang<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stun Damage:  0<br/>Lethal Damage: 0<br/>Spirits:  <br/>Tuatha deDanan (Force III Spirt of Man, Bound) 11 Services.  <br/>Mistress Mischeif (Force III Spirit of Fire, Summoned) 2 Services<br/>NY: 1,250</div></div><br/>Cassandra pulled back through the Astral plane into her body and went to see if there was any water—and Hikari!—left in the shower.<br/><br/>That day, she went over her options but figured it was time to get moving.  She thoroughly cleaned herself and her costume—a process which included brushing her long, thick hair ‘til it shone like ebony.  She also ran her tag eraser over every item of clothing and equipment before she strapped it on.  The only trace she meant to leave behind was this one little snake fang.<br/>She set her computer to register one of her fake SINs and drove to the nearest parking space.  She spent a few minutes in the car coalescing her power into luminous golden eyes with serpentine silver slits.  These were watchers.  She called each to serve for three hours.  One, she instructed to watch over her car and warn her if someone—or something—took too much interest in it.   Another, she instructed to follow her in the Astral plane and warn her if something astraly took notice of her.  The third was to follow her and await instructions.<br/>Then she closed her eyes again and focused on a small, impish woman with crimson skin and golden hair flickering like a candle flame.  “Come forth mistress mischief.  The time will come soon for havoc.”<br/>When the spirits were all arrayed in the astral plain awaiting her call, she strode calmly too the apartment building to see what would happen if she tried to pass inside.<br/>