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[superbillain]

Good evening, Camp. I'm Nathan Petrelli, and I arrived here the other day with my brother, Peter. A toucan kindly did the honors of informing us we had jobs here-- myself as this place's "favorite son," Peter as a counselor of kids with unusual abilities.

I'm not exactly sure what my job would entail, isolated as this place is from everywhere else

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[superbillain]

Hi there.

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Favorite son?

[superbillain]

It's a political term. A politician with regional appeal. An area mascot, if you will.

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So you're a political pikachu.

[superbillain]

...well, sure. Without the special talents, though. Less cute, more easily discarded. I can see it.

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Someone may throw a pokeball at you.

[superbillain]

I could probably dodge it. Maybe.

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I'd throw one, but I'm saving mine for a Chimchar.

[superbillain]

...and that's about where my knowledge on the subject comes to a screeching halt.

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Satoshi has one, he could show you.

[emogivesuwings]

Hey there, I'm Peter.

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Hi, mutant-niisan.

[emogivesuwings]

I'm not-- not really a mutant.

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Then how can you be in charge of mutants if you're not one?

[emogivesuwings]

I am-- I just- I don't think mutant is the right word.