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[basic_powers]

There's a man sitting by the fire in a dark grey suit, fedora, with red gauntlets and a spooky red domino mask with blank eyeballs. He's currently reather chalant, working away at a puzzle on the coffee table. It isn't until the Door opens that he looks up, casual as anything...and then freezes.



A lady in a gray catsuit and the exact same man are walking in through the doorway,

"I don't have to like it." Retorts the red-headed woman hotly to the Real Red Panda before the change of the view in front of her registers. "Oh, not this a...gain."

"...Red Panda? Who's that by the fire?"

"Oh this can not end well." The becostumed man by the fire murmurs.

Tiny Vigilante tag: The Red Panda!

((three pups, two muns, all threads timed after the encounter))

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[canadasgreatest]

It's very easy to lose track of where you may be stepping while in a conversation. This case led to an open door, a sudden bar, and a...small problem. The Red Panda and the Flying Squirrel had entered the Bar...to find the Red Panda already there!

"It would appear to be me, Squirrel. Or rather, a reasonable facsimile."

The one thing he knew for certain is that this Bar didn't allow two of the same person to ever meet. He'd asked, so this meant a fake. And yet, a convincing fake. Several times, he'd been impersonated in here, including one time in which a bunch of alien clones with disguise abilities copied him all at once.

"I'm willing to bet this isn't that fellow in the gray skin and jetpack. How do you want to handle this, then?"