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[makeanentrance]

Do you believe in redemption?

Or do you think those who have done bad things should be forever condemned?

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[curious_spirit]

It isn't paradise but doesn't feel like Hell to me either. There are good people here. I haven't seen anyone being tortured. Maybe this is a form of Purgatory but not Hell.

[makeanentrance]

That's the other option I was concerned about... Purgatory.

[curious_spirit]

Different cultures have different ideas on it but all the ones that I'm familiar with involve the person dying first.
Thing is, I don't remember being anywhere near close to death before arriving here. You?

[makeanentrance]

This is going to sound... complicated... and insane.

And maybe I am. I mean, I was in a psychiatric facility for a time...

Anyway, I did die. I ... went to Hell.

But then I was sent back. Brought back to life.

Unless... the demons have been lying to me all along.

[curious_spirit]

Believe it or not, I believe you. I happen to know someone who died and came back. And went through Purgatory, after resurrecting once.

And you thought you were complicated.

All I can tell you is that none of what I've learned matches up with what this has been for me.

[makeanentrance]

So you think this is a safe place?

I mean relatively...

[curious_spirit]

I'm afraid that I don't know enough of this place yet to tell you that with any conviction.
I sense something off but nothing inherently evil or dangerous. Someone arrived with me who I care about so while something doesn't feel right about this place, I don't hate it either. That said, I might not be the best person to ask. I could be biased under my circumstances.

But if you'd like a friend or someone to talk to in person, I wouldn't mind meeting you. Or we can just keep communicating through here.

[makeanentrance]

We can meet. If you want to.

Where?

[curious_spirit]

I'm open. I don't have a vehicle but I'm willing to walk. I work at the bookstore. Barista, if you'd like to talk over coffee.

[makeanentrance]

Is that the same place?

[Coffee at the bookstore.]

[curious_spirit]

Sorry, yes it is. Snowflurry Ave Books. I'm a barista there

To action?

[makeanentrance]

Alright. I'll stop by soon.

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[curious_spirit]

See you then

[ Shadow wasn't sure if Mys]terio would show up sooner than later. He went about his business, reading a book while the bookstore was quiet. His eyes would glance up for customers if anyone walked past the counter. ]

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[makeanentrance]

[It was nearing an hour later by the time Beck enters the store. He's dressed normally, a stocky and tall man with his most distinctive feature being that severe old-fashioned bowlcut hairdo. He looks a bit shifty and nervous, almost as if he's come in the rob the place - and he cautiously heads over to Shadow. Since they'd only conversed through text, he doesn't know what his appearance was or even his actual name.]

... Excuse me? I'm looking for... moon_shadow.

[It sounds like a secret code, the way he says it. Something spoken to find that special someone.]

[curious_spirit]

[ He eyed the man while wiping down a counter. A contrast to the stranger, the barista understandably wore an apron over a t-shirt and jeans (the latter not visible unless seen from the side or from behind).

Shadow stood about six foot four with a muscular build and could be considered a formidable figure yet was more often than not, seen as approachable--the opposite of intimidating. At least, to those who didn't mean any harm. ]

I'm Shadow Moon. Are you Mysterio?

[ He tried to give the man the benefit of the doubt, believing the suspicious behavior made sense given the entire existence in Haven. Besides, who robbed bookstores? ]

[makeanentrance]

Shadow Moon?

[He repeats the name, wondering if he'd somehow got the username backwards.]

Yes, yes, I am Mysterio. Or I used to be.

omg, I lost this tab and didn't realize it! :( completely understand if it's been too long for you

[curious_spirit]

Yes. You can call me Shadow. [ He offered after Mysterio repeated his name. Shadow didn't even think about his username on the network that other man might be confused by. ]

What do you prefer to be called?

[makeanentrance]

My name is Quentin Beck. Just Beck would be fine...

[He does appear uncomfortable.]

[curious_spirit]

It's nice to meet you, Beck.

[ He offered the man a pleasant closed lip grin. Where Beck looked uncomfortable, Shadow was a little confused but didn't dwell on it. ]

Would you like something to drink while we talk?

[makeanentrance]

Ah, sure. Coffee? If you're making it.

[Since he is the barista.]

Cream and sugar.

[curious_spirit]

Light and sweet or just a regular amount?

[ Shadow asked while stepping back and immediately pouring one of the carafes into a cup. ]

[makeanentrance]

Regular.

[He pauses, adds.]

Thanks.

[Still seems nervous.]

[curious_spirit]

[ With a nod, he finished making the cup of coffee all in purview of Beck before handing him the cup. Shadow told the other barista that he was taking a break so he could sit down with his newly made acquaintance. ]

Is the coffee okay?

[ He asked while taking a seat across from Beck. ]

[makeanentrance]

[He tries it and nods.]

Yes. Fine.

[And falls quiet for a moment. Somehow it feels like he's stalling.]

Ah, so... tell me a bit about yourself.

[curious_spirit]

Sure. I can do that.

[ He kept a pleasant expression but also felt concerned for the uptight guy. Beck seemed so uncomfortable. Shadow let his shoulders fall, not in defeat or disappointment but just in an effort not to look his full stature. ]

I was born in the US but my mom raised me mostly in Europe. Never met my father. She'd always tell me that he was 'dead and gone, nothing to miss'. We returned to the states in the summer that I turned sixteen. Brooklyn, New York.

[ Shadow had kept a mostly neutral tone throughout. Some sadness seeped into his features as he continued. ]

It was also the summer that she was diagnosed with cancer and I lost her.