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[kleptophile]

[Lyn's regain comes in the form of a pop culture reference, of all things.

Inside his envelope from the town was a tiny picture. It takes Lyn nearly an hour to figure out what the hell it means, and even then he notices only by accident. But when he knocks something off a table and catches it before it's fallen more than a few inches, he realizes

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[kleptophile]

[Eventually Lyn spots him, and the almost ridiculously oversized glasses cause him to come to a halt.] Whoa - did we upgrade from the fifties to the eighties while I wasn't looking?

[kleptophile]

I was born with it. [Lyn shrugs.] And it was pretty fucking important to get good at it, too. Where I come from, torture's what you do when there's nothing on cable. [A beat.] And Hell doesn't actually get cable, so it's kind of an 'all the fucking time' thing.

[Another beat.] Well, actually, I haven't been home in awhile. They might've started getting FOX. But that sort of falls under the heading of more torture.

...didn't we talk on the phone? You sound kinda familiar.

[kleptophile]

Maybe; who the hell knows? I got the fuck out of there centuries ago.

Demon, yeah. You probably figured out they take all your shit when you get here, right? That goes for powers, too. Nothing like being a goddamn demon when you can't do shit, lemme tell you. But apparently I'm getting my powers back on the fucking installment plan. [He shrugs.] Aside from being fast? All I can do right now is move things without touching 'em.

Lyn. [Because Lewellyn was probably a cooler name maybe two centuries ago, in an entirely different country, but it is intensely lame now.]