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“It’s heard that Mimica got close enough to mimic your abilities. Arre you alright? Have you gone to the other side?”
Séftis laughed a moment, before answering their question.
“I’m fine, idiot,”
She ruffled the fledgling’s hair as their father, Koráki smiled.
“Snow, you know Mimic’s ability?”
Protópeiros frowned before answering.
“They can mimic the abilities of others. ‘Corse, you knew that,”
Séftis glared at their father before they could say anything.
“We can’t tell you. It’s a surprise!”
Thrýlos walked in at the moment.
“Is the plan in motion?”
Koráki sighed, and nodded a no.
“C’mon! I want to see my brother again. We’ll rule our district!”
At the mention of Kýma, Séftis grinned.
“You mean the city! Patéras and Adelfós will overlook our decisions, of course.”
Koráki only frowned at the mention of their brother.
“He thinks us dead.”
“Thanks dad, the mood has been successfully killed.”
Protópeiros looked at Koráki.
“Just another reason to hate the heros.”
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