Location: The Hammer
Tuff listened to Mark's concerns and did not interrupt, even when they started to border on hostile paranoia. He couldn't really say anything, those concerns were very similar to the ones he'd harbored. Sitting here with these people and listening to Mrs Darque, he'd had something of a change of heart. Not about his concerns per se, but about how to deal with them.
"Mark, if you leave then the very things you're worried about will probably come to pass for you in some form or another. The government has more resources than you and eventually, they'll find you out. Given your powers as you described them to me, they may well decide the best course of action would be to kill you in your sleep or something. Worse, they'll be able to get away with it because you've ceded your opportunity to control the narrative, bubba."
Whether Mark stops or not, Tuff turns to Mrs Darque. "I said it before and I mean it still...I'm in. My powers are pretty simple, so training how to use them is sort of like training to exist. However, Mark brought up some really good points and I think the only way we can keep the more rational of them from coming true is to control the narrative. We need more than training and the opportunity to act. We need a lawyer and a publicist. We need to be on Facebook. We need to be the ones to tell our story."
Looking around at his fellow "Cometeers" Tuff does his best to convey his earnestness. "I'm not asking everyone to reveal their powers or identity to John Q. Public, but I will. I'll only do it though, if we control how our story is presented. Publicity, information, public perception, control of the story... is power. I don't think we should cede that power to anyone. If it puts the people who'd manipulate us for their own ends on the defensive, I'd do a reality show about us...as loathsome as that thought may be."
Now all that was left was to wait for the fireworks.