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[pullsneedles]

The house is nice and clean and there's cider simmering on the stove. The table has a small buffet setup with curry and make-your-own-riceballs.

With how cozy the house is, it'd be hard to guess that four people could have ever lived comfortably here, especially when two of them were young boys. There's a big bed with a blue pillow and a dresser with a mirror, a scrap of red cloth, and a little blue shoe.

Outside, Wess, Lighter, and Fuel are all waiting with Boney and the sheep. There's a fence, a doghouse, and a small stable.

Each person is easy to tell from the others. Wess is clearly the oldest, somewhat short with white, sparse hair. Lighter is tall and muscular, stubble on his chin and a 2x4 on his shoulder. Fuel looks to be about the same size as Lucas, the light still in his young eyes. All three are bundled up, with Fuel running around with Boney.

"Welcome to my house," Lucas says as he brings everybody in.

Comments

[basic_powers]

"Especially the ones that comes from places that don't have superheroes in them?" Beauford half-asks, right now he's thinking about how he had to explain things about his world to Zak and Mara. "Like trying to explain a computer to a guy who comes from a world with nothing tech beyond steel-age weaponry."

[raptorcanaria]

"...yeah," Dinah agrees, loving that analogy. "That's it, exactly. And there's always 'why didn't you just become a cop' or 'why nto just do it as yourself?'"

[basic_powers]

"Yeh, first is just short 'I'm too lazy to think, so why don't you convert to my opinion', at least in my experience." Beauford snorts. "Cops? they have a structure, and they are NOT readily equipped to deal with the thing that ate the car dealership going postal on Downtown. Police are extremely effective, but they're ultimately bound by the law to move in a certain manner."

[raptorcanaria]

"Plus, y'know, I live in Gotham," Dinah points out. "Both of my parents tried the cop thing. It didn't work out."