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Luke Benson: Being strong and resilient, there's a few things he could do, most likely including clearing of obstacles or just carrying victims to safety if need be. Would also be able to use his senses to better locate people, particularly hearing.

The poor guy looked a little unsteady, honestly. Getting around right after his mutation came up had been a little weird for Luke, but it was also like, built into his brain or something, so it had been okay after a little bit. Plus he'd not been as short as Chase was--well, normally was--before his mutation.

Once he was confident that Chase wasn't going to faceplant, Luke quickly parsed the younger boy's words. He was a bit distracted by his clone's very enthusiastic tail-wagging. He kinda figured that's probably why Chase was curious about him having one. Dang, had he planned this all along? Tricky.

"Oh, so you're like, made of rubber bands? Awesome." Luke grinned. That actually sounded cool. Chase had a twin, didn't he? He couldn't remember much about him though, having never really chatted with either boy.

"Wait, hold up." Luke paused, suddenly startled as he comprehended one of Chase's words. "You copy memories, you said? Like, what do you mean?" That put him on edge, as the slight puffing out of his fur and posturing of his ears showed. Physical stuff, sure, shapeshifting, being a wolfman? Whatever.

Stealing stuff from his mind? That was messed up. He put his hands on his temples. "Did you read my mind?"

...Okay, yep. That was extremely weird.

"Uh, six and a half feet, last I checked." It wasn't exactly a mirror image, at least not to him; they looked the same, but Chase still smelled like Chase, just...also himself. It was kind of jarring to be made aware of his own scent, given he normally didn't like, notice.

At least, Chase's excitement was reassuring...sort of. Actually it kind of made him self-conscious, and he crossed his arms in unconscious insecurity. "So uh, what else do you copy?"

Luke tentatively gave Chase an investigative look. "Like, from me." It occurred to him that Chase's transformation had been accompanied by a weird, stretching noise. "I assume it doesn't hurt, does it?"

If Chase was going to be studying him or whatever, he could ask about stuff back. Only fair, right?

Aw, that was kind of cute actually. Luke remembered the adventuring of his youth. Well, relative youth. Regardless, at least there wasn't something to be worried about now.

...Well, maybe. Chase offered a demonstration of his method, which involved...a personal item? That was kind of worrisome, but he assumed Chase wasn't going to like, run off with his phone or anything. Not for long, at least.

"Uh, sure." Luke started digging into his shorts pocket, pulling out his phone and held it up to the kid in the tree. As soon as the phone exchanged hands, it occurred to him that this might get weird, but it was a little wait. He put his hands on his hips and watched with apprehension.

Ow. Ow. Ow. Sensory overload. Ow.

The good news was that Luke's vision was recovering fairly quickly. Everything was washed out and his eyes were watering but he could see, sort of. Of course, he couldn't really sit up or, you know, hear, so that wasn't helping. He felt like he was laying face-first on a boat, and despite being from Maine Luke hated boats.

So for the first ten or so seconds Luke was content to lay his face on the wet grass and try not to feel too queasy. Eventually, he was able to sit up onto all fours, left hand pressed over his face as if to steady himself.

"Gh...ugh..." Clenching his jaw, Luke downgraded from hands and feet to kneeling. His vision was getting better at least. As far as he could tell, Glitch and Janelle had vanished, as had Skye. That was her name right? They'd met before at the Con, and she'd just started staying here. Ugghh, not a great reunion.

There was one other person in the immediate vicinity, Luke recognized him pretty easily. Casper smelled like ink, after all, which wasn't a surprise from what Luke knew of his powers. Which were super cool. But magic tattoos apparently didn't do much for stun grenade powers. Yeesh.

"Ow." Luke sat back on his hindquarters and folded his arms over his knees, letting his face rest on top. His hearing was coming back a little, which was comforting. Having super senses was great until you didn't. Or until sensory attacks fry your brain extra-hard.

"So...you okay there?" He looked over at Casper, who was hopefully having a better time than he was.

Oh, he didn't seem so thrilled about him bringing it up. Was it a--wait what?

"Hey, wait!" Luke said in surprise as Chase ran off into the woods. He could here him walking off, and having placed a face to the scent he could track that too. He could follow him if he went too far or something.

That said, it wasn't like the problem was Chase getting lost, if he'd been here before. Luke maybe hadn't handled it right, as he scratched the back of his head (behind his ears) sheepishly with an awkward expression. Like, getting flashbanged had sucked, but he really didn't hold a grudge--he didn't have anything against the kid or anything.

"Hey!" Chase was now totally out of sight. Luke could hear him moving around, though. He could at least apologize to the kid, right? Straighten this out. He started moving through the foliage and trying to step over watery ground, and called more loudly, "Hey, I'm not mad! Honest!"

Man, way to ruin it, Luke.

If it helped, Luke was surprised to hear someone else too. Well, okay, that was a lie, but he hadn't expected the kid would notice him hanging around. Stealthy he was not, but he'd thought he was pretty quiet. Hard to tell, though, when nothing was 'quiet' for you.

It was a boring afternoon without much going on and Luke was feeling a buildup of restless energy. It was getting hot, and his fur coat was shedding, which meant lots of hair everywhere. It was gross, embarrassing, and unsightly, not to mention made his fur a less resilient defense. The first (and only prior to now) time this happened he'd been caught off-guard, not knowing it was a thing, and he'd been horribly on-edge for a month until it stopped.

With summer approaching once more, he'd actually talked to some of the professors about it, and with their advice intended to spent a lot more time outside where he didn't make a mess. Also, another fun anatomical quirk; wolves don't sweat. They pant. That's how they cool down, by radiating heat from the greater surface area of their mouths. Luke apparently didn't sweat either. Good news, he didn't need antiperspirant (applying it would suck too), but it also had some unfortunate social effects. It did help cool down, but he did it unconsciously and reflexively, so sometimes he didn't even notice. Other people did, though. It was kind of awkward.

All that basically added up to less time on-campus, more in the surrounding wooded area. He was planning to suggest some kind of semi-permanent lodging there for him (and others who might like the sort of thing too), but that wasn't a sure thing yet. Still, it was nice to be out in the greenery. He could bring some reading if he wanted, but mostly he just did some running and exploring. Sometimes on all fours; it was a little clunky and made him self-conscious, but he could go fast. That was cool and actually kind of fun, sprinting all-out like that.

Right now it was drizzling lightly, which wasn't bad because it kept the air cooler which he liked. There was also the benefit of changing his environment's smells. Luke wouldn't say people smelled bad, but they definitely had a strong scent, and since most everyone smelled different, it got a little draining. Like a concert; it might be fun, but it was also fatigue-inducing for the constant sensory input. He usually habituated to it, but being away from people was a nice change for his nose.

Of course, that meant Luke definitely noticed the distinct smell of a human where it was definitely commonplace. It was upwind, which was one of those things that sounded weird when you read about it but was totally true somehow, and he couldn't quite place them but it was someone...vaguely familiar? Crouched down and creeping, Luke had traced his way towards the person. It was a guy, younger than him, but beyond that, nothing. Scent on someone was like, you can know what someone sounds like on the phone without seeing their face.

He was pretty close when he heard the kid call out. He flinched, slightly. Being covert wasn't his thing, definitely. Luke stood straight and cleared his throat before calling out, "Hey, sorry. Didn't think anyone else was out here." He peered around at the kid, who looked about the age of a tween, twelve or so? He definitely smelled familiar, but Luke couldn't remember ever seeing him before. Hmm.

"Hi there." Luke crossed his arms and glanced around. Well he figured out who was hanging out in the woods, but now begged another question. "I'm Luke. Uh...whatcha doing out here?"