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One second Lorica is being swallowed by the sewer cape, the lion mouth opening far too wide, and the next she's being vomited out. A flood of stomach acid and chunky flesh is expelled with her, as well as what might be naked bodies.
Even more worm plot.
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"She's going to try to get vengeance for dad," one of the younger girls says without any affect in her voice.
Sheila is glaring daggers at the children.
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"I was more hoping for, like, what are her powers. Obviously some of you are going to try to get vengeance for your dad on account of that was his modus operandi."
"She doesn't have any powers - none of dad's wives do." says the blond haired teen who first spoke up.
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Tribune appropriates one of the Heartbroken's cars to load up the kids who promised good behavior. They are all booped so they can't affect each other.
Over of the kids looks a bit nervous but the rest are somewhere between being emotionally flat and having a totally normal expression for a totally normal happy child having a totally normal day.
thinkering
Not unreasonable.
"So the plan is to stick you in foster care, and then I bap your foster carer with my power so you can't mess with their head and we give them some robots to help out with all the parenting tasks that don't need a personal touch. If any of you have been in secret communication with your maternal aunt or something you should probably say so."
"I've been in secret communication with my maternal aunt," says one of the most cheerfully normal of the kids.
"No you haven't." says a dark haired boy.
"Well it's a secret so you wouldn't know, dummy."
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"Well, if you give her name and contact information my robot can follow up on that, and you won't be inconveniencing it at all because it's a robot."
"Oh well in that case I don't actually," she quips back, sticking her tongue at her brother.
"Loser."
But would a loser smile at her brother like this?
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The two vehicles meet up where they planned the handoff, with psych orderlies for grief-mad wives and fosters for the kids. Plumata debirds people one at a time.
Well right now she's trying to figure out if wasps can survive in molten metal if you dip them in water first because if so that would come in real handy right about now. And separately she's finishing up with some mooks three blocks from that.
"Tell her I'm cleaning up the rest of the city. And congrats."
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"I assume I'm the guest of honor," mutters Zephyr, which Rete adds to the group chat for her.
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I mean, I'm glad he's dead, I was just sort of hoping for a slightly neater operation than we got.