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[fuckyou_chorus]

[The weather around camp has been growing increasingly odd, with the air feeling thicker and thicker by the day. The oddness by the barrier had begun to expand to camp at large - strange echos, odd bursts of light, and a general sense of dread permeating everything

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[dadisdumb]

[I am a lost, little girl.]

[dadisdumb]

Are there Heroes here?

[diclolius]

I don't know what those are.

[dadisdumb]

Really?

[diclolius]

[nods]

I spent most of my life in a sort of institution, so even after being here a while I still don't know much about the outside world. What are Heroes?

[dadisdumb]

Heroes are really cool people who save people in trouble from the bad guys.

[diclolius]

. . . My papa was a hero?

[ignore the blood in icon, not there.]

[dadisdumb]

Maybe! What kind of powers did he have?

[diclolius]

He didn't have any.

[dadisdumb]

Really?

[diclolius]

[nods head]

Most people don't have powers where I'm from, except for those like me. Most of them are bad people, too.

[dadisdumb]

Well, as long as they do good and save the day, they're heroes.

[diclolius]

He must be a hero then.

[dadisdumb]

You're lucky.

[diclolius]

I am?

[dadisdumb]

My dad's a pervert.