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✝ |{ He didn’t want to believe it at first.  He really, really didn’t.  It would be too hard.  The both of them had suffered enough, been through too much, and to be placed in this damnable city, this hellish situation, would just be torture, a cosmic joke, two ragdolls shaken to their cores by a child of a deity with immeasurable power.

     The Devil must be laughing at them, he thought numbly as those hazel eyes finally made contact with his dark brown ones and confirmed his worst fears ( and greatest hopes, though he would never admit it ).  His eyes stung and welled with tears, and before he could stop himself, he was walking, trotting, running, sprinting through the crowd towards him, pushing past people and creatures, stumbling over his own two feet through the exertion and the bittersweet.  He tried to speak, to call out to the man, to warn him, but he could barely breathe.

     He scooped Dr. Spencer Reid up in the biggest hug he could muster, breaking down into sobs as he clutched onto the profiler’s sweatervest.  He felt just like he remembered.

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« ⌘ |[ “Sue me for being a dick to an anxious man, but hello, hello, hello, is it good to see you, Dr. Reid,” Foyet says with a horrible smirk, leaning against the wall of the train station.  He’d recognized that mop of fluffy hair as soon as he’d glanced at it, and his eyes are still lit up like a Christmas tree at the thought of causing some suffering to someone familiar.

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« &. || “Alright, so I never expected to see you again.  Furthermore, while it seems plausible that you’d be a geek, I’m pleasantly surprised to see you have taste.” Phillip nodded respectfully at the Fourth Doctor outfit.  At least Spencer wouldn’t judge him for masquerading as a D&D character.

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“Er, excuse me, but could you please tell me what food is available at this table? I can’t quite see at my height.”

Why yes, that is a tiny dark-blue being with a horned helmet looking up at you. And in the dim lights, it’s easy to tell his eyes are slightly glowing. Well, more like reflecting the existing light, similar to a cats’ eyes.

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it was probably strange to see a man in full armor, with a red mask that looked from a whole another era... in a library. he always liked reading, always liking learning and understanding humanity. 

perhaps he was taking too long in choosing something to read, but as he looked around, he spotted a book, or rather, a young man holding said book. “Excuse me.” he spoke, voice naturally strong. “What is that book?”

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             ❝ Goliath! ❞ The shrill voice cut through the crisp morning air like a gunshot, echoing across the thinly-populated street as it echoed off the city buildings. For a moment, the source was unclear, but as the single spoken word faded, a boy stalked out from the narrow allow between two skyscrapers, his nose wrinkled and eyebrows drawn in irritation. To any onlookers, it wouldn’t be immediately clear as to what he was yelling at... that is, until something heavy, furred, and red dropped from the sky, landing directly in front of a young, spindly man making his way across the street.

        The creature, as that is what it clearly was, wasted no time in leaning down towards the young man, its wet nose sniffing at his hair with a deep snorfing sound. A moment later, after smelling to its satisfaction, the creature went even further as it opened its mouth and gave a sloppy, messy lick to the man’s cheek. Clearly pleased with itself, the creature leaned on its haunches... only to look back as the voice shouted again.

          ❝ I said get back here, you stupid bat! I’m not playing around! ❞

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      The pretty little blue haired princess peeked over the man’s shoulders. A warm smile formed on her ruby lips. “You know that is my favorite book on Inorganic Chemistry. How are you liking it?”

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« ⌘ |[ “So, I heard through the grapevine that it’s your birthday today,” Foyet begins with a small smile, leaning casually on the frame of the open window as he sits outside on the fire escape.  “Can I do anything for ya?  Need a distraction from all the bullshit?”