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| “We don’t know about Flint. Nobody knows about Flint.”
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| “Between Dragon and Jeanne Wynn, I got access to almost everything and there were details in there. A cape popped up who made a lot of people in their vicinity develop coronas and trigger. They’d organized a villain group put together from as many of their triggers as they could, and that villain group had mutinied, deciding to slay the goose that laid the golden eggs, cut it open, and see if they could find what ticked.”
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| “Oh. I see where this is going.”
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| “Not even that metaphorically a carving up of the golden goose. They cut the cape up, each member of the villain organization took a literal pound of flesh. With a lot of members, it was a lot of pounds of flesh. Teeth, eyes, ears, limbs. Everything taken with care, to keep the cape alive just in case it was important. And they’d scattered, and they’d gone after victims to force-induct into their fucked up villain group.”
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| “I remember them. Didn’t know about the, er, what, pound of flesh placed near the victim? Induced triggering?”
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| “Or fed to them along with the forced trigger situations. I don’t know. But it worked for at least a few years.”
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| “But that’s before our time. The dark decade after the Siberian murdered Hero,” she said.
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| Uncomfortable to think about.
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