[h1]Injae Park[/h1]
[@Mr Allen J]
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"[i]I'm going to level with you here, though. I... never wanted to be a Metahuman. I'm not a superhero, and I don't want to be - I just want a normal life."[/i] She looked up at Ratchet with her blue eyes, [i]"Can you keep this a secret - our secret?" [/i]Jennifer asked.

Ratchet smirked. "Of course, Jen. I think you've got every right to keep it to yourself especially with Meta Gestapo running around."

Ratchet, upon returning from the doorway, saw the vulture descend from the night and perch eerily next to Jen. [i]W.T.F.?[/i] she thought. The bird let out a screech, before flying off, as Jen backed away from the railing.

Jen accompanied Ratchet back into the house.

"Some metahumans do live normal lives, you know," Ratchet said as she contemplated drawing her notepad from her tool belt. "Of course, they might use their powers to go about their business."

As Ratchet unflipped the latch to her pouch using the edge of her wheel-hand, she explained, "For instance, in my dad's auto shop, I sometimes use my power to move, like, engine blocks and dollies and stuff." Ratchet winced a bit. "Oh, sorry, I haven't told you about my ability, haven't I," she muttered. "If that came as a bit of a shock, I apologize... To put it simply, I'm a mover. I move things using a transfer of kinetic energy."

Ratchet absently pulled out her notepad and flipped to a blank page, sitting on the couch. "Uh, but anyway, I do sometimes get the stink-eye back in Pennsylvania from people who, you know, [i]don't like metahumans,[/i] but thankfully I don't have to be in close contact with them in the shop," she continued. "That being said, I still think it's possible to live a normal life, even with the metahuman powers thrown in."

Ratchet began doing gesture studies on the drunk folk, before looking up at Jennifer. She then looked around. "I don't see Meifeng," Ratchet said.