What The Luck!?

"I can't believe how many different kinds of metas people throw out. I'm pretty sure I saw a chunk of steel shaped like a miniature sofa in one of your piles." This was only one of the weirder things that Asher saw after he checked on Art. 

"I'm just happy that I was able to get most of the pile sorted. There was so much to break apart and organize. I don't know how they do it." There was a constant twinge of pain in Art's head. He had overused his super power and he would have a headache for the rest of the day. It was an unavoidable downside to super powers that relied on pnes mental energy. 

"Both of you aren't even talking about the best part. Asher literally tripped on the corner of a bon and found a set of high quality chef knives. Literally, a set of twenty chef knives!" There was no way for Cara to understand how the two boys weren't thinking of the treasure that had been found and the fact that the employees had just told them to take it. 

"Well, Bob said they take things home all the time. It's a recycling center and they even have a junk swap next door. I think that was more normal for their line of work." Asher's shrug trying to justify his actions was small. However, he too was amazed at the find since he had been thinking that his mother needed a new set of knives the other day. With Art and her cooking more often the knives had become chipped and dull. 

"Wait, stop distracting me. We shouldn't be worried about the cool stuff we found. It should be the fact that we were able to help out." Cara felt that she had been taken for a loop. The pair had distracted her and even dragged her in to their weird antics when it came to their conversation.

"True, we did help out and it was a good thing to do. But we also got some stuff out of it so why don't we just admit that. None of the employees wanted the set and it was going to be scrapped. It will just get more use before it is recycled now." Art was pretty hap[py with the find and started to lift the weight of the knives again. He would be cleaning and using them for the curry he wanted to make for dinner. 

"I think I got something much better. Do you know how many of our neighbors came to the recycling center today? A ton of them were there because they were cleaning out their houses due to the unexpected shut down and days off of work and school. That meant there were a ton of them that spoke to me and saw us volunteering. It means that our groups' fame will grow and we will have an easier time when it comes to hero jobs." Asher could only think about the benefits it would bring the group as a whole. 

"If we are known here as heroes that patrol regularly then we won't need to worry about high crime rates. It's the same with the large hero groups with forty or fifty members that patrol multiple city blocks." Art understood the benefits here and was sure that getting their name out now in a specific area would do the more good than harm. 

"Then we should volunteer more this week. The roads are closed and a ton of people are unhappy around here. Maybe someone will need help and we can offer. The rest of the group could join too. I just have to remember that we need to study and train." Asher began to realize that they had booked themselves very tight even without school. The number of tasks a day they did was something a normal person would struggle to do half of. 

"We can volunteer once a month for now. You need to plan this stuff out better. We are still students and can barely get out of our own way with most things. We are too busy already." Cara didn't want to reprimand her brother too much since he was trying to help people. But he was starting to push himself and the group in to exhaustion. They had the days off recently and celebrated more than they often would have. This just went to show how they were not putting aside proper breaks for their minds to rest. 

"I know you are right but I still want to do more. I wish there was something that would let us get more out of the day." It was a sad truth that the hours in a day were limited. Just like everyone else in the world they did not have infinite time to get everything they desired done. 

"And here we are at the convenience store. Let's raid the ingredients for tonights' curry. I want chicken and red curry powder. We need coconut milk and maybe some white rice, no brown rice for the added nutrition." Art was more or less mumbling while they walked inside the store and found that it was fairly well stocked. The three had expected things to be bought up since so many people would be lazy on days off and go after an easy meal from a nearby store. 

"How can you not have knives here!? You are a general convenience store. You have vegetables and other cooking supplies. You have a wisp and spoons but no knives?!" The older man yelling was struck with grief. The man at the counter just tried to explain that he was not the owner and did not have control over what the store sold. It was an unfortunate scene to witness. 

"Excuse me, sir. Is everything alright?" Cara had a sixth sense that this man wasn't just ranting like a crazy person. He was looking for specific things in the store. It was not unheard of that someone would rant and cause a commotion. But the fact that Cara had just walked right to the guy and started to see what was wrong caused Art and Asher to wonder if she had lost her mind.  They didn't;'t even have a chance to say anything to her to try and stop her. This could be a crazy criminal about to rob the place!

"No, everything is terrible. I have to go to my private chef job on Lakewood avenue and my knives were thrown out by the cleaning lady this morning. She said they were recycled but they were already dropped off at the recycle shop. I went there earlier and they said that they hadn't sorted anything in the pile of compressed garbage. Since they were compressed, they were ruined and I have to go cook a perfect meal. I don't even have the proper tools there. Without my knives, I can't cook. They are perfect for what I do." The man seemed like he was falling in to despair. 

"Asher, why is it that your luck brings us to these things?" Cara just looked at Asher dead in the eyes while she spoke. It was the weirdest coincidence in the world and no one else could have put it in to motion. 

The man just stood there a little lost. He didn't expect someone to ask him if he was alright and when Cara stopped to ask a seemingly random question to her brother he was caught up tongue tied. 

"Hey Art, my super power is being weird again. Bring the set we found over." Art walked over and handed the set to the man who just looked at them with his jaw on the floor. 

"How did you just do that? Are...can you make wishes come true? Wait no, can you create things out of nothing?" The man was thinking of crazy super powers like this when he was handed his familiar knife set with every single knife inside. He was just stunned. 

"Naaaa, my super power is luck related. I found this while volunteering at the recycle center. And I just happened to bump in to you." The response was even more confusing but it was enough for the man to believe. 

"I need to run, but you kids saved my day. I have to get to my client but take this. It's a card for a free dinner at my fathers' restaurant. You will be properly rewarded." The man handed over a card and rushed out the door talking to himself about the cooking gods raining light upon his soul. It was a very strange encounter. 

"The red moon. Isn't this the one that opened downtown?" Cara thought it sounded familiar and began to think it was some rundown fast food place. 

"Red moon…" Art dropped the carrot he had picked up on the ground. "That's the new five star restaurant that opened up last month. There are tables booked for nearly a year there.." It appeared that Art had floated to heaven.