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“Pumpkin Bash...  that’s  an  insane  name choice for this year’s Halloween dance. You sure you don’t just wanna go with Liz’s idea?”

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*     Word in this school gets around fast. Rumor has it that an exchange student is coming to the school. Someone from Germany in fact. Many jokes are made about how English is going to be a hard subject for him. So far nobody has judged too far. They’re all mostly curious.

*     Looks like he’s in your first class, too. He was a tad late due to meeting the principal, but he was kind enough to escort him to the class. He groans internally at this. Not really all that cool to get an escort the first day. From the head of the school, no less. He stands at the front of the classroom and smiles somewhat. The teacher tells him to introduce himself.       He struggles to do it in English.

*    “Guten-- Good morning..! I am Kurt Wagner.” His accent is pretty thick, definitely German. W’s become V’s, t’s are crisp and he seems to get emphasis wrong on certain words. Some kids quietly snicker. The teacher explains that he’s from Germany and will be joining for the school year. Blah blah, normal spiel about treating him kindly or whatever.       He keeps fiddling with the watch on his wrist.         Aside from that and the accent, he seems fairly normal.

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The fabric of reality shivered, a simple fold in time and space just above a building.   No great lightening or storms formed, but for a moment everything bent and warped, allowing a single figure to step through.   Clad head to toe in black, large white lenses covered his eyes.   Across the chest a stylized white spider stretched the rest of the suit solid black.  The figure carried a bag slung on his back, it coated in webbing, the strap across one shoulder.  

He stepped up to the edge of the building, looking out across the city.  A fairly peaceful night scene spread out below.  The lights spilling from windows and shops helped light up the streets below, making everything nearly as clear as it would be in daylight.  Especially for the one that stood there observing.

“Well, looks like it worked.   Hopefully everything else will go according to plan,” the man spoke softly to himself. He drew back from the edge as he considered the buildings around him.  He needed to confirm the date, find someplace to make a base of operations and get to work.  One step at a time, but each one important, for he only wanted to try and save the future of the entire world.  Not much really.  Oh yes, and make sure certain people lived and others didn’t find him here.  That would cause a rather awkward scene.  Such small things really, hopefully his luck would stay good.  

      “S’cuse me,”  he said, requesting the teenage girl’s attention. It was a hot New York day, and she looked ready to head somewhere where the AC is on high and the frappucinos won’t taste of watered down warm milk. In short, she looked like her day was far from made yet. Maybe he could change that.  “Is this your school bag?"  He had caught some hoodlums rummaging through it for cash, the accessories, or credit cards they could sell on the corner. Luckily, they took off with nothing valuable, but it’s been quite a day asking around if this femininely accessorized backpack belonged to any young women or little girls in the streets.

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