"With the drawback that your emotions about them are stronger. More fondness. Also, more us vs. them mentality."

Erin smiles at the description, "That does sound useful," she agrees. She glances in the direction of the hallway, where various sounds can be heard coming from the kitchen, "It probably wouldn't be good for Jamie, though; he's already 'pack' oriented enough as it is."

"Those drawbacks could be pretty problematic," Robin agrees. Never mind Jamie, Erin's the only one of the four of them who probably wouldn't be too badly affected by that kind of change.

"I manage it, but it's definitely not for everyone."

Felix returns, presumably followed by Caine.

"Bad news, I am pretty sure Caine's dad took all the anti-shapeshifter weaponry. The good news, I think there are enough weapons and spare pieces that we can build some of our own."

"Great, now all we need is someone who knows how to build alien weapons," Jamie comments from behind them.

"Hey, maybe Master Soren knows someone," Robin suggests. 

"We still don't know that it actually is Master Soren," Erin reminds him, "It could have been one of the students."

Caine hums, "We won't get anywhere just speculating about it," he points out, "We can drop by the dojo after school is out." 

"We technically do know someone who can build alien weapons, but he is literally a super-villain."

"Also, outside of town. We probably shouldn't have the shapeshifting aliens unchecked for too long."

Something dings; Jamie vanishes into the kitchen again. 

"The dojo, then," Caine says, pleased to have a plan, though edgy about the all the waiting. The longer they take preparing, the more time his dad remains missing. He wanders further into the room and settles down on the far end of the couch, sighing when Robin slides his legs into his lap. 

Grinning at Caine's exasperation, Robin moves his legs and sits up between the other two, before turning to Felix, "So, how does that work?" He asks, "Do the villains come from people who were already pretty villainous before the seeding, or can anyone become one?" He's mostly wondering if they should be watching likely types for alien powers or something.

The sound of plates and cutlery clattering around can be made out from the doorway. "Uh, hey, could someone come help me carry these things?" Jamie calls.

"I will help." Gabe says, going kitchen-wards.

"I think people that the cluster has some sort of animosity towards is a stronger metric than any sense of villainy. But that isn't a hard rule, our cluster didn't get that. Doctor Projector was a teacher that everyone disliked. The super villain version was changed into a fallen mentor archetype. With lasers."

"Thanks!" He says to Gabe when he reaches the kitchen. He gestures at the stack of plates and cutlery, both of his hands busy with a large pot of hamburger, noodles and sauce. "So, is there, like, a combat benefit to shirtlessness or something? Or is it a personal choice?" He asks idly as he finishes stirring the food and picks it up. 

"I don't think there's anyone at school who's really hated, particularly," Erin muses. "But I suppose the shapeshifters could replace anyone, so that's not really the problem we have." 

"Yeah. It's also worth consideration to know... well, how they replace people in the sense of the shapeshifters being entirely new or being already existing people that are changed by the magic."

"Personal choice with a combat benefit! Am I being too distracting?"

"I had considered that problem, yes," Erin agrees. "If it's the latter we'll have to worry about the shapeshifters having hostages, but if not then we'll be harming and possibly killing otherwise innocent people who have become our enemies because of the seeding." She shakes her head, "I know which one I think is worse, but neither case is good."

"They have hostages either way," Caine points out, posture tense.

"Right," she agrees. "Hopefully the answer isn't 'both'."

Jamie shrugs, "Nah," he says, and indeed he's only abstractly appreciative of the display; he can't deny that Gabe's good looking, but he's not compelled to stare or anything. "I was wondering since I figured you must have been kind of cold outside. It's only April, after all." This being southern Ontario it's not freezing or anything, but it can't be more than 10 degrees out. 

As he talks he scrapes the hamburger helper into a large bowl. He then drops the pot into the sink with the pan and hefts the bowl into his left arm, grabbing a serving spoon and a roll of paper towel with his right. 

Gabe shrugs and takes part of the load. "I appreciate distracting guys and I have cold resistance."