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Billy had been captured, and placed in prison. And now she was watching Cassie walk away from them. Leaving them to go get registered and join the other side. One by one their group was splintering apart because of this civil war, and it hurt, it really hurt. She barely noticed the clap of thunder all of the sudden, and being blinded by light, and falling.
She blinked, and noticed she had fallen in a field somewhere. There was a dirt road nearby, but seemed empty.
"...Where am I?" Still wiping her eyes a little from earlier tears.
She blinked, and noticed she had fallen in a field somewhere. There was a dirt road nearby, but seemed empty.
"...Where am I?" Still wiping her eyes a little from earlier tears.
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Since for him, it looks like home and Will fiddles with the bandages on his wrist again as the water boils.
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The water boils and Will pours out the tea.
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"Oh aye, Registration Act?"
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She then nodded, "Superhero Registration Act. Congress passed it after a team staged a fight in Stamford, Illinois. Something went wrong, there was an explosion, and it happened near a school where children were playing. People decided they had enough of us, and we are all supposed to give up our private identities and register with the government. The only thing is, if they think we're dangerous, we're locked away in prison. And worse, with our identity known, any enemy knows where to find us, and the people we care about."
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Then hands her the mug of tea and wraps his hands around his own mug, that will stop him from doing anything foolish with his hands,
"Sounds like they were scared an lookin' for someone to blame, tis 'ard when only the bad tales are known."
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She then sipped a little, and nodded, "Basically how it is. There have been some problems with mutants, but now it's spilled over to superheroes. And most of us, people like me? We help people, we stop them from being hurt or killed. But now we're supposed to comply with this law, give ourselves up? And I know they'll say I'm too young, and shut us down. I chose this life, this is what I want to do."
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"Aye, I understand, knew the price for bein' Robin's man but wouldna change anythin' if would some'ow stop me from endin' up on the gallows. Nottingham needs us."
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"Think if ye wished to find some new clothes, tis stuff in Metropolis or other folks round 'ere might know where to find ye stuff, so ye dinna feel like ye stand out."
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She then added, "What happened around here? It seems so empty and desolate, and the buildings?"
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"Na one's found one yet, but doesna mean there isna one."
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She then straightened up in her seat, "Maybe, but shouldn't get our hopes up for now. Just in case."
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He's not aware of it but for a moment the pain is pushed aside as something older and stronger comes through his eyes.
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There was some approval on her face at that look, and soft smile.
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"Used to wearin' a knife is all, Robin gifted it to me when I became 'is squire, dropped it in Sherwood when they captured me."
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"Probably a little modern design than you're used to, but you can use this in the meantime. I still have my bow and my staves. Here." She then offered the sheathed sword to him.
"Just until you can find a replacement."
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