<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/u4B6UwM.jpg?1)   </div><strong>Name</strong>Fetter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headquarters gym<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mecha, open<br/>Character sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=190246)<br/><hr/>Despite being a little embarrassed at her mismatched outfit, Ally feels a bit that the stunning blonde might actually be appreciating what she sees... not lewdly, perhaps, but at least...well... appreciative.  "Well I'm sure they don't want that though it could be an interesting new exercise trend."<br/><br/>Ally smirks at that, "All the rage for suburban housewives in Miami, I'll bet."  She nods a bit, seeming satisfied at the answer that Cassy joined up willingly... she had to remind herself, every once in a while, that not everyone was a cynical as her, or in such dire straits when they joined up.  Seeing Cassandra's arm lights up to a pale blue glow of circuit-like paths, Ally watches with fascination.  "Nice to meet you, Cassandra," she says softly, her lips curling into a faint smile.  "I'm Ally.  They're code-naming me Fetter.  Not sure why exactly, unless they want to remind me I'm not going anywhere... have you always been able to do that?"<br/><br/>She reaches one hand as if to touch Cassy's forearm, to trace the glowing blue threads under the skin, but stops herself just short, letting the woman work and, of course, suddenly certain that this was one of those cases her mandatory psych council would call a 'squirrel'... an impulse control challenge.<i>Leash it</i>, she thought.<br/><br/>She steps gingerly out of the way as more plaster dust falls, watching as Cassy, without touching a button, diagnosis and corrects the device's control.  Pausing a moment, she blows a puff of air and a light brush of her fingers to clean the weight bench.<br/><br/>"That's the problem. The polarity of the main coil is reversed so it's repulsing the weight rather than attracting it. Easy enough to fix."<br/>[/quote]  She grins at that.  "Ok, seriously, that's cool... I don't want to make a big deal," she makes little quote marks with her long, trim-nailed fingers, "being super heroes and all..." she folds her arms under her breasts and turns a little, her body language showing an almost girlish fascination.  "... but maybe you can explain how you can<i>do</i>that."<br/><br/>Swinging one leg gingerly up and over the vinyl-coated bench, conscious that the satiny shorts ride up precariously as she does so, Ally sits upon the bench and slowly reclines back, placing herself under the bar and spreading her arms to the ceramic grips.  Under the sports bra, her natural breasts sperad and flatten a bit against her chest, and she shows no strain as she extends her arms and eases them back to the resting position.  "Well, it looks like its working now... Maybe you could set it to 1,000?"