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              ❝     well, MERRY CHRISTMAS, i guess.     ❞     she spoke in a soft voice, less harsh and fierce than she would normally speak in. 

 Upon leaving the building by her side, Etrigan’s demeanor went from rather puppyish (as it always was when he was around Diana) to almost immediately unhappy, and he crossed his arms over his chest as a cold, snowflake-full breeze blew against him. “Etrigan likes not the snow on his devilish form; it sizzles against his skin that is ever warm.” Don’t mind him as he just kinda is wrapping himself up in his cape presently. It’s not like the snow hurt him, or anything, but it's about as weird feeling as lava touching the ocean.

                   ‘  i’m sorry, but mister stark isn’t in the office today.  ’  fingers pause in their work, hovering above the screen of the ipad as she turned her attention to the woman across her.  ‘  were you here for a conference?  ’

                  So here’s what happens when you fight a man made of water nearby the Hudson Bay: you get swept into the Hudson Bay. Guess what the Hudson Bay is connected to? The ocean, the answer is the ocean. Guess who just washed ashore totally starved and half dead, suit ripped to rags? THIS GUY.

                         There’s a Star Wars joke about sand on the tip of his tongue, but he’s too dehydrated to even finish it in his inner monologue. Oh GOD, he’s gonna die here, isn’t he? He’s gonna die here, on some island, wearing nothing but a ruined suit and his family and friends all the way in Queens, and no one’s going to know. ‘What happened to that one Spider-Boy?’ someone might ask a few years from now. Someone else’ll just shrug and say ‘Beats me, my man.’ because by then Back to the Future will be real and people’ll say stuff like that. Obviously. 

                But THEN, something blocks the blinding sun from his deadeyed stare         and what’s more important          he’s pretty sure SOMEONE’S hand was touching his shoulder.

     Monaco. The shining sun and balmy shore breeze made an elegant backdrop to the tiny, bustling metropolis of wealthy residents and foreign tourists. Faora waited outside one of the many, many cafes, sipping a cup of steaming coffee whose price would make the common man go pale. She stood when she saw Diana approach, and though dwarfed by the other woman’s considerable height, Faora at least managed to match her air of quiet, impenetrable dignity.

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she would really love to think that ‘stranger things have happened’, but really ----they haven’t. there’s no doubt the woman in front of her is real, just as real as she is. “----this happened to you before..?”