Well, you're where you should be all the time...
If someone were to find themself walking along the length of Navy Pier, they’d probably be far too enchanted by the sights and distracted by the throngs of faceless people to notice one young man weaving in and out of the crowd unless they were paying close attention to the fact that he wasn’t so much weaving as vanishing into thin air and then
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He's fairly sure this man with the disappearing act is not one of those things, but it's certainly caught his attention, and Sam's been keeping an eye out for him since he first noticed it. He's almost gotten the hang of locating him every time he reappears, sort of like unfocusing your eyes to see those Magic Eye things.
And he's slowly making his way towards the man, a little bit at a time, trying to look casual the whole while. What exactly he intends to do when he reaches him, Sam's not sure. This is probably just further proof that he really is crazy.
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He turns around and faces the direction the man's coming from, keeping his eyes on the crowds to avoid looking like he's expecting a confrontation. It's mostly just a precaution- if the man truly intends to engage him and he's not just being unreasonably paranoid, he'd rather not have his back turned.
And there are certainly far more intelligent things to do than sit and wait for something to happen and he knows it, but he's been bored out of his skull for far too long and he could really use something a little more exciting in his life.
Beyond, of course, the thrill of working with demons, which was rather like working a desk job in a field of landmines.
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"That's a neat trick you've got there," he says, making no preamble. After a moment, he glances over at the man, smile unwavering. "Nice night, isn't it?"
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Surprisingly, it's his actual accent that slips out. If asked, he'd make some excuse about how faking an accent really doesn't have much of a point when no one knows who you are anyway. In reality, it was just because he was so stunned to hear that question come out of nowhere that the need to respond to it in a manner that suggested he wasn't stunned at all overrode the desire to reply in some other voice.
And here he thought every other human in this world (save the girl he met a week or two ago, but he still had his doubts about her humanity and no one would ever be able to tell him otherwise) was an idiot.
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Still Martha Jones is capable and not stupid, any sign of trouble and she'd be on her way. She's armed. A pocket knife and pepper spray and a gun in a hidden compartment inside her jacket.
It's none of these that she keeps within constant reach. It's the cell phone that she touches.
Martha Jones is, also, perceptive. She notices the man and his invisibility, because since the hospital's trip to the Moon she has an eye for what's strange. Not a demon. She doesn't know of a type of demon who can do that, but what exactly? Come through another part of the Rift ( ... )
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If this were any other world, any other place, he might never have said a word, but he knows he can't stay hidden forever. He's only a coward when the situation is dire and it's not dire just yet or at least he's arrogant enough not to think it is. Plus she started it by keeping her eyes on him and when invisible men don't want to be seen, they tend to get a little bit uppity when they are.
He glances over his shoulder, regarding her with an expression that's almost a smile. "Do you always stalk strangers in the streets or is that just a new hobby you've picked up recently?
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Not quite the same.
She smiles a little. "You're my first actually. Which is rather apparent by how much I've apparently failed at stalking in stealthy secrecy." Martha raises her eyebrows at him. "It's not as though I can go... invisible whenever I'd like."
There may be a pointed look in his direction at that.
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He turns around to face her. He'd be a little more put-out at her figuring out his clever little gift if he didn't expect as much out of her. What he knows about her isn't much, but he at least knows she's smart.
"A product of the Rift, I suppose," he muses half-heartedly, studying his fingernails as if this entire conversation were boring and not worth his full interest. "But you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?"
He finally looks up at her, regarding with blue eyes that are too innocent to actually be innocent.
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