Ozzy was looking around when he noticed that Lucas was wandering, looking a bit anxious. Ozzy waved goodbye for now to the happy couple, before jogging over, grinning.

"Hey, Lucas! How are you? Good to see you out and about!" he said with a grin, wondering if Lucas would recognize his human-self still. He DID look different than he had before his transformation, but not much different from his mutant form.

Fiona frowned a little. "I'm not quite sure yet. It's a dangerous job, and a big responsibility... maybe I should talk to a few of them. It might help me make a decision."

  Meg shrugged, and said quietly "Remember, half the reason to have a secret ID is so that the bad guys can't go after the ones you love.  That's why I haven't been pointing folks out to you."

The ceremony had been beautiful, and Katy was more than honored to witness the two bound together. She had been exchanging thoughts with someone a few blocks away. She had to make sure a gift for the two of them was special, given the circumstances.

Normally, Psyche was VERY good at multi-tasking. Years of having to sort thoughts that weren't yours out of your head tended to develop the skill. But there were some thoughts, when charged with a powerful emotion, that just couldn't help but weed into her head. As a general rule, Psyche pretended not to notice, but there were some exceptions...like helping a fledgling para.

The police officer faded into view, a purple haze that nobody seemed to see the only telltale sign that she had teleported.

"It is," Katy said, her eyes on a compact as she looked at her face, 'touching' up her makeup, "A secret identity also means staying under the radar. Big dragon beating the crap outta thugs in the middle of the street? BIG no no. Taking them in the alleyway and showing them some manners? The proper way to do things." She paused, glancing at Meg, as if all of a sudden realizing she were there, "Oh, hey Meg. Who's your friend? And why does she have so much confusion over being a super?"

Fiona jumped a little as a girl suddenly appeared right in front of her. That was still something she was getting used to.

"Um, hi there," she said softly. "I think we've met before... although last time I was a bit bigger. I'm Fiona." At her current housecat size, she was much, much smaller than when she'd corralled the freshly transformed, berserking mutants. With her black scales and golden mane and frills, however, she was still recognizable.

In reply to Ozzy Gysbourne (msg # 63):

"Hello Ozzy. It's good to see you," Lucas smiled, seeing his friend and one-time pupil. "There's something I need to tell you. Do you have a minute or two?"

Ozzy nodded, and asked his mentor, "Yeah, I got time. I think I've gotten most of the intruders, anyway. So, what's up?"

Lucas smiled as he put his hand on Ozzy's shoulder.

"First of all, I wanted to give you my most sincere thanks for helping me with all of what's happened with me recently. There is no price tag on the help you and the others have provided me."

He paused for a moment, then continued. "I....I know you've had some problems with your Dad. I just wanted to tell that....in a way, I know what you're going through. I never told you what happened my Father and I, did you? Well...when I was seventeen, my brother and I were out practicing for his gymnastics meet when a couple of football players started making fun of us, and one of them struck Stevie. Well...I'd dealt with him, breaking his ribs, and my Dad threw me out. If Flip hadn't taken me in, who knows where I'd be now? Just recently, my Mom brought both of us together, and we made up. It wasn't an easy or immediate process but it did happen. The point I'm trying to make is this...your Father is far from perfect, I understand that, and he's obviously set in his ways. You don't have to accept what he believes, because you are your own man now. Just know that there may be one day where you two may be able to come to an understanding, and I hope that happens. You're a good man, Ozzy, and I hope that your Father sees that soon. It took my Father a long time to see that, hopefully he will too."

Ozzy smiled sadly and said, "Look, thanks for trying to help. Yeah, your Dad kind of hinted at the fact that you two had had a bit of something between you. But... I dunno. Who knows how long it'll take? Maybe being mutated at the rally has given him some perspective. I don't know, I haven't talked to him since."

With that, he smirked and said, "But I do know that what he's spewing is a bunch of crap. You don't have to tell me that. I never believed it for a second. Or did you think my cocky swagger was just a facade? Heck no. I'm awesome and I know it, and I'm probably one of the luckiest S.O.B.'s on the planet. I've got an amazing wife, and my family, especially those who aren't family by blood, is awesome as well. If Michael doesn't like me, eh. Whatever."

"You are awesome," Lucas said. "And your wife is a great woman to stand beside you. Take care of her as you would yourself, and love her to the best of your ability."

He sighed for a moment as he looked off into the distance.

"I don't know what's going to happen with all of this, but for today, I'm enjoying the fact that one of my good friends is getting married. Let's enjoy today, and we'll worry about tomorrow when it arrives. Thanks Ozzy..." Lucas told him, patting Ozzy on the back before looking to leave.

Ozzy smiled and replied, "No problem. And it's like they say, 'yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but right now is a gift. That's why it's called the present.' And yes, I just quoted a kids' movie. Deal with it."

Lucas chuckled at that. "Take care Ozzy, and give my best to Clarissa."

He then waved at Nora, Don and Diantha, and started to make for the door of the Church. He wasn't sure if he was going to the reception or not.

  Clarissa was blending into the crowd, and she told Lucas, as he moved past "Thank you.  And I hope you have a good day, and don't be a stranger, Ozzy is very fond of you."

"I won't Clarissa. And I'm sure you already knew this, but Ozzy thinks the world of you," he said with a smile.

  She grinned, and said "It's a wonderful feeling, having the man you love treasure you back.  So come over tomorrow night and have dinner with the rest of us nuts."

"Thanks for the invite, I will definitely do that. What time?"

  Clarissa smiled, and said "Come over at five?"

"I can do five," Lucas replied. "I look forward to seeing you guys again."

"How you holdin up Lucas rubbed shoulders with any of the rich folks yet?" Said Don from behind his best man,even in a suit and dress shoes he moved silent as a ghost.

Lucas turned around, and seeing Don, relaxed slightly. The man was amazing, even in a wedding tuxedo.

"Hey Don....yeah, I've been conversing with some of the rich folks here and there. Got caught up with Ozzy....this was a great ceremony. I'm happy for you...all of you...you, Nora, and Diantha.."

Don nodded. "No one pestered you about how you know me? You could've come as the other you you know." He looked around waving at a few. "Anyway we shoild be moving to the reception soon, its at our place. And thanks Lucas, I know lifes been tough for you lately but you'll be alright things'll start lookin up."

Lucas shrugged. "No...nobody wondered why I was here...and plus, I wanted people to see me...not the other me. And I appreciate the support, Don...it has been tough...dare I say it will get tougher...but with good friends like you and all the others, I'm confident I can make it."

  Diantha blurbled at him, and he heard quite clearly {{Come to the reception, Uncle Lucas.  You belong with us, your extended family on today, because we love you too.  Besides, Mama-Nora has a present for you too.}}

  On the one hand, being at a wedding of somebody he's pretty much only heard of was likely a step in the correct direction compared to his previous social habits.  On the other hand, he had a feeling his wedding gift on the pile would probably be the worst one.

  Well, unless somebody brought a coaster set.

  Matt had opted for the holographic Stock Photo Man look once more, though at least the Tux was real.  He wandered over to the collection the tiny dragon he had at least shared some conversation with in the past was with.  "Hi Fiona, Meg, Hanson... and everyone else so I don't keep going for a full minute with names."

  OOC: Hotdog toaster, and an IOU for a photographic memory drawing of the Church at the I Do moment. Whoo.

  Diantha spotted Matt, and mentally pounced.  {{Hello!!  You must be a friend of Daddy's.  I'm Diantha.  The little one in the white dress that's in Mama-Nora's arms.  It's a pleasure to meet another one of Daddy's friends.}}  One look at her would make it obvious why she talked telepathically.  No child her age could speak clearly.