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It had been two days since the death of the Rat King. Two days since the largest swarm attack on record. Two days, and everything might as well be business as usual for the citizens of Epic City.
Murders, thefts, heroic savings... Back to business as usual.
Rumors circulated of of a Demon going by Guilt. Bane of evil everywhere. Nothing was certain besides her name.
Rumors swirled of Traveler and Spectrum after the interview. And for that matter, was Spectrum a man or a woman?
Rumors flowed like currency in this City. And rumors existed of another young Epic. Her creations had been seen around during fights. Some argue these creations are merely Freaks, not so damaged as the popular opinion assumes Freaks to be.
When it comes to Epics, nothing is entirely certain.
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Techster looked at the outside of the great mansion, thinking to himself. He'd done that his entire life. Think. Think. Think. It was his Blessing, and his Curse. He'd down genius his entire life, and his power added upon that. Though many believed his genius was because of his power. They were wrong, he knew. He also knew that generalizing and saying many was a gross exaggeration. Battle anyone knew he existed.
They didn't even know how much help he'd given to the City.
He plucked up his courage, pushing open the great gate that was his entrance to the mansion.
He'd made the connections, and he was absolutely certain that Looking Glass, as they called themselves in those rare moments they could be found out and about, resided here.
He knocked on the door when he finally reached it, having walked with his head bent sightly and hands in his pockets in case he was being watched. He wore a tee emblazoned with Mr. Mass on it, jeans, and glasses. His sneakers, blue on the bottom, were comfortable for long walks.
He hadn't written the costume he'd designed since he'd made it.
But that wasn't to say he was defenseless. He had his gadgets, the culmination of hours of hard work and his power.
He didn't hear footsteps, so he rung the doorbell.
"Hey! I know you're in there! Someone is, anyways," he called out. "I need to talk to you!"