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pullsneedlesThe 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.
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.
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Date: 2010-12-05 02:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-05 02:44 am (UTC)She doesn't mind though. It's not like the bar is a dangerous place. At least, not for her identity.
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Date: 2010-12-05 02:45 am (UTC)"Gotta get your practice in girl, that stuff can bite you hard in the ass."
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Date: 2010-12-05 02:47 am (UTC)She didn't expect him to sound like he knew about it.
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Date: 2010-12-05 02:55 am (UTC)=/
"Mild confession time, I'm not from your world. I have friends in the Bar who bring me news from your world since they know I'm a big cape and cowl kind of fan." Beauford starts out in the explanation. "My world does have superheroes though, been that way for a little over a century now."
"It didn't have a happy start."
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Date: 2010-12-05 02:59 am (UTC)Dinah frowns, thoughtfully, ready for the story.
And wondering if 'my world has superheroes' means anything.
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Date: 2010-12-05 03:17 am (UTC)Beauford nods outside towards the fire, with a plate full of riceballs in one hand and his cider in the other. Don't want the kids hearing this one.
"The first recorded metahuman was Mr Extraordinary, a Mr. Thaddeus Booker. His powers manifested during the first world war, and he was a huge media sensation at the time, after the war demonstrating them at fairs and major city events. He was the first recorded powerset that came to be known as FISS. Flight, invulnerability, super strength and super speed." He begins. "And things at first were going easily enough. Then the first attempt to kidnap his only daughter, Naomi came, which he thwarted with extreme prejudice...but he feared for future attacks on his family, so he agreed to a deal offered by the government lawenforcers at the time. He;d work for them and in exchange, they'd protect his family while he was away."
"Except it turned bad very quickly. Thaddeus was finding himself hunting down the very men he had fought along side of in the war on the basis that they were 'Bolshivik sympathizers'. They were organizing labor unions, and given at this time that there weren't many anti-monopoly or fair wages laws in place, you get three guesses on who was really calling those shots."
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Date: 2010-12-05 03:22 am (UTC)For a while.
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Date: 2010-12-05 03:29 am (UTC)"So. He had to do something drastic. This is where there's speculation, but there's supposedly a diary from Naomi, his daughter, detailing what happened. It says that he had his wife disown him, call him a Bolshivik supporter, everything to tarnish his image to all of the public records, magazines newspapers. Then...he had to disappear, leave his family entirely. The government didn't have a leg to stand on, if they went after his family now, they'd be the worst men alive."
"See, he never told them that he had the ability to fly."
He sounds so darkly and supremely happy about that.
"The records of what the government official and his payoffs from the companies came out about 50 years ago, during Macarthy's push on the heroes in my world."
"Most damning evidence in existence."
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Date: 2010-12-05 03:46 am (UTC)"Like to see them come after my family, though. They'd eat them alive.
"Macarthy. Guess he was an anti-superhero jerk on every world."
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Date: 2010-12-05 10:17 pm (UTC)"Let's not make it like he singled out just superheroes. He's an anti-everything happy and grey jerk in every world."
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Date: 2010-12-05 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-05 11:02 pm (UTC)"It's not right to do that to someone who saves lives on a regular basis."
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Date: 2010-12-05 11:12 pm (UTC)For a few seconds she's so focused on questions she's not going to ask that she forgets to say anything at all.
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Date: 2010-12-05 11:28 pm (UTC)He's got a good guess as to what some of those unasked questions are.
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Date: 2010-12-06 01:00 pm (UTC)Instead she smiles back. "It's still kinda hard explaining to my friends in Milliways why I don't know my own best friends' real names."
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