[b]Andre "Fear" Masisi, England[/b]
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Newspapers were great. 

In what was just a few sheets of paper, man could circulate the most recent events to an entire population on the cheap. This informed them of the mundane - celebrities and their lives - to the downright horrifying. [i]Growing tensions between nations, the fear of war and mutual destruction. Serial killer on the loose in Southern California, entire half of the state at least feeling some discomfort at the fact[/i]. He felt it all roll off of the pages, both fueling and informing him. All of these people, he knew them. Their likes, dislikes, ambitions and fears, all were laid out clearly before him. Humanity as an entity was no stranger to Fear  and vice versa. He turned a page.

Humanity had other close relationships as well, which in turn created an odd connection between Fear and these other elements. Brontes (or "Underworld" as Fear had taken to calling him) was among them. His return was not lost on Fear, not at all, there was just little he could do to react to it at this instant. It had its vast implications, but nothing immediate. In a few weeks time, however...

"What's up, pa?"

The voice drew Fear from the simultaneously occurring lines of thought, folding the newspaper down to remember exactly where he was. England, Surrey, Guildford, Cafe, with the [url=http://orig15.deviantart.net/acf9/f/2012/004/f/4/baron_and_agau_by_soulkarl-d4lbi4z.png]Child[/url]. Andre sniffed, taking in the seasons air within the quaint and leafy town. 

[i]"Old business partner just returned from vacation. You wouldn't know him, before your time."[/i] He rumbled in a calm baritone, setting down the Newspaper to stand. [i]"Could mean trouble for the long-term plan."[/i]

The boy nodded in perfect understanding, moving to stand with Fear. "What we gonna do then?" Fear considered the question, his thoughts fracturing off into the many possibilities that made themselves evident with Brontes' return, and then thought backwards as he entered the territory of False Positives. 

[i]"We're payin' a visit to aunt Luna and uncle Sol." [/i] Spoken with an ounce of hesitation, he squinted. He did not look forward to this, but it was necessary. [i]"After that, Armarion."[/i]

And with no fanfare, the two were gone.