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[notthatstraight]

so new people showing
hi everyone! I'm Kate, or Hawkeye
there's a lot of younger people in the mix as well
before the adults get involved and start poo pooing the idea of *kids* saving the world
I'm sure mine isn't the only one that's been saved by the younger gen a time or two

anyway
I've found a building here that is basically mine from home
my home
it's marked as Bishop Publishing

any teens or 20 somethings need a place to hangout
it's open
there's several games, an archery range, gym, and a lot of other things that can be used to either train or just relax

[address of building here]

feel free to join us
it's all good

Comments

[notthatstraight]

I don't have any powers and I wouldn't do anything else
shouldn't everyone do what they can to help others? firefighters don't have any special powers but they go rushing into burning buildings all the time
same for anyone who does a typically dangerous job

[ontologically]

[It's so idealistic. An ugly part of Amy thinks back to all the times she prayed her power would just one day disappear, leave her relieved of the incredible burden forever. It's easy to forget about the millions of kids around the world who looked at her - looked at Victoria - and wanted to be just like them.]

It's a nice sentiment. But there's a pretty big difference between helping people and fighting a fifty foot tall city destroying Kaiju. I guess you must just have to do a lot of training or something.

[Shouldn't everyone do what they can to help others? Shouldn't they rejoice in all that they can grant others? It's a sentiment that she can understand. Something that she desperately wanted to believe in. And it's a sentiment that shattered her with all her good intentions.]

It's admirable. Just not really done in my world. Capes are best for fighting other capes, generally, with some aid from the non powered employees and leadership of the various hero agencies - but there's a very clear divide. Having said that I was never really a combatant. Just the girl they came to when they were missing half their body or something.

[She feels a twang of unexpected bitterness and resentment as she describes them. They threw her in a meat grinder for what amounted to a lie, after all.]