Editing The Flock (section)

== ''Modus operandi'' ==
The team helps Valkyrie fight the giant threats that not many others can handle. Selecting from her pool of capes is based on stringent criteria, usually those with clout, responsive to discipline and self-controlled.<ref name=Flock/> Their consent to be rebodied is also required.<ref name=consent>“I ask them,” Valkyrie replied in her faint chorus of haunted voices, indicating Sarah.<br><br>“She asked me before bringing me back,” Sarah confirmed. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2019/10/05 Excerpt] from [[Sundown 17.2]]</ref>

A lot of them are not in the best place mentally, suffering either from [[shard]]-influences, usually with some form of personality erosion due to the way they survived,<ref name=Care/><ref name=huh>There were others.  Some had more extreme touches than others.  A consequence of how information was stored.  Longer-term storage reduced things down more, put information such as what people wore on their skin into the same categories as the skin itself.<br><br>And there was no storage longer-term than death. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2018/10/20 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 9 II]]</ref> or the trauma of dying.<ref name=Flock>Her flock was in step behind her, their feet scuffing in the fine sand.  Her shadows were likewise in step, but they made no sound, left no tracks.  They had their own boons, but some had decided to wear the gas masks regardless.  They wore no uniforms, but there was a commonality that tied them together, because their clothes had all come from the same stores at the same stops, or because they’d all come so close to the foot of the mountain that was her power and then they’d come back.<br><br>Subdued, but not submissive.  Quieter, not quieted.<br><br>Each and all of them remembered dying.  Many remembered dying at her hands.  It was a select few of ''those'' that she had brought into her flock.<br><br>Nineteen individuals, favoring the young and disciplined, the powerful, and the needy.<br><br>Then she’d been forced to stop.  The umber horse Disaster had reared her ugly head and made her imminent presence known. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2018/10/20 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 9 II]]</ref>

They are intentionally kept away from their previous contacts,<ref name=Care>Listen, they’re fragile.  There’s stuff wrong with them.  In their heads, in their bodies.  She apparently fixes them or she lets other people fix them.  But until she gives the word, we’re supposed to leave them alone, we avoid putting them anywhere near their old loved ones, teammates, whatever.  If you see any, try to ignore them or keep interactions light.  You’ll hurt yourselves if you don’t. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2019/07/13 Excerpt] from [[Dying 15.3]]</ref> until they are well enough,<ref name="reunion"/> ostensibly.