It was inevitable.

[i_themagician]

A rather strangely-dressed man enters the Nexus, closing the door to wherever he just was behind him with a small sigh. The solemn expression then turns into a grin - a rather mischievious one, if you're an expert on hard-to-decipher smiles.

"When you think of the future, what comes to mind?"

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[dimension_bitch]

.....

This is simply unbelievable. She has been stuck on a strange planet where people ate grass and drank dew for 2 weeks, and she goes back here for some rest, and he's there.

Well, screw that.

Yuuko doesn't slap. She punches. And she's got a good right hook.

[i_themagician]

Whether Clow didn't see it coming or did and simply chose not to dodge is utterly irrellevant. The bastard deserved it anyway, right?

His spectacles now dangling from his lapel on that weird chain, his hand instinctively covers the side of his face that she punched. His smile, though a bit more pained, is still there and still cheerful.

"Ah, Yuuko! Fancy meeting you here."

[dimension_bitch]

"Oh, don't pretend you didn't know, you impossible bastard," she snaps. Her eyes are narrowed to tiny, blazing slits. Her hands are shaking--it's up to anyone to decide why.

"Why are you here." It's not a question, honestly.

[i_themagician]

"I was wondering the same thing of you." Dear god, someone wipe that grin off of his face?

[im2sexy4mysnark]

Perhaps she's familiar, perhaps not. Either way, her mannerisms seem scarily familiar, even if she's shorter and closer to having an hourglass figure than what he knows.

Plus, that sweet smelling smoke just should cement it, "That, sweet, depends on the future in question." She answers, intentionally enigmatically.

Oh, god. This will end well.

[i_themagician]

A subtle quirk of an eyebrow is just about the only evidence Clow shows of being slightly perplexed. Who is this strange woman, and why is she being so Yuuko-like?

"Yours, one would assume."

[im2sexy4mysnark]

If he's expecting her to hit him because of said Yuuko-likeness, she doesn't need to. Yuuko beat her to the punch quite literally. Plus the fact that she probably wouldn't hit him. Just verbally snipe the hell out of him instead.

"Mmm, you don't know, then, sweet?" A long drag on her pipe, "Of all people, I'd think you would at least have an idea."

[i_themagician]

Of what the future is? Certainly. But...

"Of what you think of the future? Of course not." He's not quite that kind of magician.

[acolytem]

"Just...general plans for the coming months, really. Nothing specific."

[i_themagician]

He nods, hesitating before he replies.

"Does the future not bother you, then?"

[acolytem]

"Considering how fortunate I have been to live this long, not much."

[alloy_avenger]

Hank is hovering about, his feet at eye level. He looks down.

"Eternity."

[i_themagician]

Clow, then, looks up and tries to ignore that he finds it rather rude for someone to have their feet in the general vicinity of his head like that.

"That's a lot to think about, isn't it?"

[alloy_avenger]

Hank descends to the ground. He's still six foot four, but he's not kneeling for anybody who can't kill him.

"You don't want to know."

[keytothefuture]

"A million chances, a million possibilities, waiting to be chosen."

[i_themagician]

"You don't seem phased by the uncertainty," he observes, either impressed or amused. Maybe both.

[keytothefuture]

Xefich gives a faint, thin smile. "I deal in making the uncertain certain."

[i_themagician]

"A respectable profession, by any account."