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[clarklike]

[Krypto and Shelby both growl as Clark opens the door, and Clark kneels to greet both dogs. When Krypto comes over, though, Clark's tone shifts from concern to surprise. There's a moment where he's checking out the room, and then he grabs both a piece of metal from the floor and the journal from his pocket.]Hey. My dog had a scrap with the people

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[luthored]

What?! Are they okay?

[ WHICH DOG? /PANIC oh but she's interested in the armor part too ]

[clarklike]

Both are fine. Shelby's a little spooked, but judging by the teeth marks, Krypto took care of everything okay.

[luthored]

He was actually able to rip off some of the armor? Honestly I can't believe they came here... They must have known we were gone.

[ for once she's grateful all her belongings are in her house ]

[clarklike]

Yeah. No blood, though, so the guy's lucky to have gotten away clean.

My question is how they knew we were gone, though.

[luthored]

I'm sure one of them has a journal. It's been suggested before, and not everything was filtered.

[clarklike]

Lente said she had one, but it was buried. If she has one after decades, everyone else is bound to.

[luthored]

We need to start being more careful. If only there was a way to permanently filter against them...

[clarklike]

Aside from convincing everyone to always, always filter? I don't know.