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[herpetreaper]

WHO: Diego Hargreeves & Malach HaMavet
WHERE: 2nd Floor, Dining Room
WHEN: Backdated to the 23rd (morning)
WARNINGS: Updated as needed

This was new. He was in a diner one moment ago, watching The Girl stuff waffles and chicken in her face as he worked on a plate of fries. Holding a fork with a half bitten piece of steak in it was not on the menu at all. He sat the fork down carefully and blinked, feeling groggy. That wasn't normal either.

Running a hand over his face he let out a breath, feeling strange. His body protested in a few aches, but nothing strange. Lifting his head he looked across him to see that Virginia wasn't seated there but a man instead.

"Hey..." he said on a whisper, then a bit louder. "What's going on here?"

He pushed his chair back and--wait, why was he dressed in a suit? A black suit. Almost a three piece. He frowned, hand running down it in confusion. There was something very wrong about all of this. He lowered a hand and snapped his finger to the side, intending to summon a reaper to talk to, but nothing appeared beside him. That was weird too.

Thought all this he stayed very calm though. Collected.

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[herpetreaper]

You want to talk about rediculious? As Malach stood up he got a better look at what the hell he as wearing. He hadn't worn a suit like this since the 1840's. Still, standing, he didn't feel the need to grab cutlery to defend himself, but he kept it in mind, just in case.

Instead he raised his hands to show he had nothing in them. "Name's Malach." He said calmly. No reason to tell him that he was Death. That would go one of two ways. Scare the man or anger the man. Neither were needed right now. "I'm just a traveler. One minute we were on the road, the next I was here."

He was still calm, hands held up. "Who are you?"

[throwsknives]

Standing up the guy didn't look exactly intimidating in his old fashioned clothes, but Diego knew better than to take a threat for granted. He didn't look half as ridiculous, but that didn't change the fact that these weren't his clothes and he had no memory of getting here.

He raises his chin in acknowledgement but doesn't lower the silverware. "Diego." He looks him up and down. "What year are you supposed to be from?"

As far as he knows, time travel is possible, though he hasn't heard of Five going back that far. "And what do you mean by we?"

[herpetreaper]

The change of clothing was really startling.Well, that and the location and the disconnected feel he had to his lesser selves. To the world, even. How empty his brain felt right now.

"That's a strange question, Diego." He said, lowering his hands to rest them at the edge of the table, standing there still, not moving for weapons or the door. "It's currently Two thousand and twelve. And if you're talking about these cloths, I have no idea why I'm in them." He said, looking down and frowning at himself. He hadn't seen this style in ages.

"Sorry. "We" as in me and Virginia. My travel partner. Oh no, where is she?" He said, looking around suddenly, moving away from the table. "We were just in Canada."

[throwsknives]

He had been talking about the clothes, which is why his answer surprises him. It may not be the 1800s but, it is a few years off from where Diego's from. So time travel shit was involved, after all. Maybe Five was here somewhere. Maybe this had something to do with The Commission.

"Looks like it's just us," Diego says, moving towards the door. He glances over his shoulder. "Not that you'd tell me if you did, but you don't happen to know a Hazel and Cha Cha, do you?"

[herpetreaper]

He's honestly never deal with time travel. Time tends to run in a line and he goes down that line properly, normally. The clothing feel so out of place, even though he used to wear the style all the time. He knows the year is wrong, at least.

He ran a hand down his outfit and moved away from the table. "So it seems." He said, and started to follow the other towards the door, only to pause and raise a brow. "If I had known someone by those names, I would tell you, but as of now, I do not." They weren't on his death list so there was no reason to know them yet. "Are they friends or problems?"

[throwsknives]

"Problems," Diego said as he pushed the door open and stepped out into a dark hallway. Here was hoping that his new acquaintance would stay in the friendly category.

"So Malach, any idea who would want to kidnap us and play dress up?" He had a few thoughts, but none that made much sense. This didn't really seem like Hazel or Cha Cha's style from what little he knew about them. Either this was a new problem, or something else all together.