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Valkyrie had spent the better part of the early hours trying to decipher a language that she had a dream in that she didn’t THINK she understood. Exhausted by the words that encircled in her head, she’d wound up, naturally, at a coffee shop. She had thought for a moment that she’d recognized the head of hair that she glanced toward but once he’d spoken up, she realized she didn’t. Regardless, though, she wasn’t one to reject a free drink so she half-shrugged then offered a nod for a response. Once it was her time to order, she picked a black coffee with an espresso shot then looked toward her new acquaintance. “YOU look like shit.”

Quentin gestured for her to join him at the counter, where the cashier behind it immediately asked her order. Quentin, also known as Benjamin, had been working an office job for a few years, as far as he knew. It paid well, but felt aimless. Like he wasn’t really making a difference or going anywhere. Regardless, it meant he could afford to pay for a stranger’s coffee and talk to them about his current crisis. Quentin sipped his own coffee, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember the stranger. Her name, or just... if he’d ever seen her before. He didn’t think he had. “Oh, uh, yeah... I probably do. Thanks.”

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“I don’t know, seeing as the only reason I’m looking at you is because you’re starting to freak me out” she admitted, unable to stop a grin from forming. “I’ve been told that staring is rude, so I’ll gladly take that coffee”

“I’m sorry,” Quentin said, with a somewhat disappointed sigh. This thought, that he couldn’t remember anyone from his childhood was truly bothersome and no one seemed to recognize him either. “I just thought you looked familiar. What kind of coffee did you want?” he asked, beckoning her up to where he stood so that she could give her order to the cashier.

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All things considered, the news had caused Paul to display an extra amount of concern for the man that he lived with. He picked up on most of Javier’s QUIRKS early on in their initial friendship and though he was usually well-equipped at reading others, Javier often surprised him. “I lost you there, for a second.” Jesus mused. Though he’d done his best to keep conversations light since they had been on the very scene where the woman was found, eventually it had to be addressed. “I’m fine. Worried but fine.” He added as he stood slowly from where he’d knelt to press a quick kiss on Javier’s lips and then started to clear off his own plate on the other side of the table. As an orphan with no family to his name, Javier had become his family. It was only natural that the worry would set in, he figured. “We could do both, I think it’s your turn to pick the movie.” He cleared his plate into the garbage and then placed everything in the sink before he turned back around. “DO you want to go look at dogs ?”

Javier wasn’t as concerned for his own safety as he was for everyone else, he realized. He hadn’t realized how wrapped up in his concern he had been, until he saw how worried Jesus looked. There was something going on that they weren’t being told, maybe because no one knew what happened or maybe because they didn’t want to scare everyone. “Don’t... I mean, don’t worry about me. I’m okay, I’m just worried too, that’s all. And you worrying about me worrying is making me worry, which is... a vicious cycle.” Javier stood up following the kiss and followed suit in cleaning up, including quickly washing the dishes while they were talking anyway. “We could, if you still wanted to. It’s as good of a time as any, right?”

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“Nothing.” Howard said and smiled lightly for a moment. “I guess I was just really drunk when I made the choice to come here.”

“Hopefully not by car then,” Quentin replied, with a short nod. It seemed odd to remember nothing about moving to a new town, but he brushed it off as being at least more plausible now. “Seems like it would be fun to go on a spontaneous vacation like that.”

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  “I don’t know if its just me but this place is kind of giving me the creeps a little bit.” he said and looked around. “Specially because I still dont know how I really got here.”

“What do you mean how you got here?” There was clearly something he was missing. “There aren’t that many options. Car, bus, train, airplane?”

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@battcredup // javier !

Jesus moved carefully to where Javier had sat. He placed a mug on the table next to them before he crouched down to look up at the younger male. He remained silent as he placed a hand on each of his thighs, unsure how to really FORMULATE a way to initate a conversation like this. “I just want to be sure you’re alright.” His voice was soft as he tried to choose his words carefully. Someone had nearly DIED not too far from where they had been. A horrific omen to start off the New Year. “They said she might be alright, she was still alive.” He had meant for their near midnight stroll on the beach to be a little more romantic and not involve them in someone else’s demise but it also worried him a little bit that he wasn’t actually as upset about seeing what looked to be a dead body as he thought he’d be. “I could use a laugh.”

Javier was sitting in their shared kitchen, his breakfast mostly untouched on the table. He sat sideways on the chair, his left side facing the table and eyes staring across the kitchen, but  completely unfocused. “Hmm?” Javier blinked to regain his focus when Jesus stepped into view. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the poor woman and the news about the situation since it happened. What happened? Were they in danger? “Sorry.” He put one of his hands on top of Jesus’. “I’m okay, are you?” he checked in return. “I’m glad she’s okay. I wonder if she remembers anything...?” There he went again, losing himself in the concern. “We should... do something. Watch a movie or, maybe go to the animal shelter.”

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“No, thank you. I have money,” Casper replied, polite yet intent to keep as much to himself as he could. With the new year seemed to come intense coldness that the young man wasn’t able to shake no matter how hard he tried to find things to distract himself with. It all had to be in his mind. He hoped.

“Oh, right. Of course.” Quentin nodded, eyes downcast and eyebrows furrowed as he processed. “I... I didn’t mean to insinuate that you didn’t, I’m sure you- uh.” Quentin decided to just offer an apologetic smile instead. “Sorry for bothering you. Have a good day.”

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“I don’t think I’ve seen Duval street this lit up since I was dared to go streaking after dousing myself with glitter.” Thor took a sip of his beer, eyeing the people and the lights around him. “I gotta say, I dig it!”

“It must’ve taken them a while to decorate, whoever did it is...” Javier started to say, but paused with his eyes narrowed. “Wait, what?”

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         AND IT’S a blank sort of stare they have , off into the distance and not at him until he speaks once more , crimson eyes flickering over to HIM . “ uh…. MAYBE . dunno ! “  they shake their hand , wincing only when the air hits fresh wounds with glass in them , a small frown on their lips . “ both !  mostly his , but some of mine ! “ 

Javier stared at their hands, then took a deep breath. “Okay. You should see a doctor, or... go to the police station? How.... do these things work?” He was sure that either of the two options would be a step in the right direction.

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Jesus threw him a fleeting smile as he heard Javier’s words then put the car in reverse, hand on the top of the passenger seat as he looked behind him. “You don’t have to say cute things, you’re already CUTE enough. Did we maybe smoke too much ?” He queried teasingly as he carefully backed out of their driveway into the street and then switched gears. His stance on marijuana usage did sort of combat with the rest of his ideals, which he had realized long ago. He needed something to keep him calm when the night offered nothing short of nightmares, it wouldn’t exactly look good on his part if he jumped at his own shadow, after all. By now, Jesus had dropped his hand on top of Javier’s only to squeeze gently at the thought of his parents. It was likely a topic he shouldn’t have brought up but he tried, every now and again, to find some way to let him know that he thought the world of Javier’s family – even if that had to include David on occasions, he still at least appeared supportive.

Jesus kept his eyes on the road but chuckled when Javier mentioned his current job. “You never know. I’ve heard of child gangs, maybe they could bust us out, babe.” He remarked. Thankfully, he knew that Javier would ( most likely ) not take him too seriously on that comment. He shot a glance at Javier and tried his best to convey his true feelings in that expression but when he was sure he might have fallen flat, he sighed. “It isn’t that I don’t think you’re TOUGH, you just have this tendency to say…things.” Run his mouth was what Jesus wanted to say, but he held his tongue which, he realized, was the exact opposite of what he thought Javier was capable of.

Jesus parked the car after a quick swing around one of the free parking lots to see if any spots were available. “You can keep trying if you want but I’m still going to try to dissuade you from drinking Monster at all if I can help it.” Jesus unbuckled his seatbelt, turned off the car and then got out, moving around the car to extend his hand to Javier once he was ready. “PROBABLY naughty but we still did alright.” He figured there wasn’t really a reason to not at least consider getting a dog, especially when they both wanted one. “Yeah. I think a dog would be great, I could go for a run with the dog instead of trying to drag you out of bed at five in the morning.” He stated with a small chuckle intertwined with his words. “Do you think the chickens will be alright with the fireworks ? Not that I’m looking for excuses to leave already.”

Javier had always thought he just wasn’t cut out for a relationship. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fall in love, and spend his life with someone he adored. Some of his family dynamics and other past occurrences just convinced him that he was... unreliable, to say the least. With the addition of those that just wanted to be with him because of his past career and a possibility of their own five minutes of fame, he was convinced he was doomed. Over the years, he started to see himself in a different light, and finally found the person that felt right. Javier was convinced that Paul was his soulmate, but he figured that was way too cheesy to say out loud. Maybe later, when he could blame it on the few beers he might have. “I probably did. I can’t focus on anything... well anything but you.”

Javier shrugged. “I guess I should’ve let them have the metal bats after all. Could’ve come in handy.” In reality using softer bats was a safety precaution, and he only let the older kids use them if it was clear that they would be responsible about it. “I don’t know what you’re referring to, I can keep my mouth shut.” Javier fibbed, aware that Jesus knew him far to well to believe it for even a second. He was only joking, regardless.

Javier playfully pouted about the Monster as they exited the car, his fingers finding Jesus’ as if they belonged there. Easily. Naturally. Comfortably. He didn’t actually care about the energy drink that much, but did love to tease the other. “I was thinking naughty too, but that just means that we’re fun.” he winked, starting the walk toward the party. “It’s not the running with you part that I hate, for the record. It’s the 5 am part. And regardless of what I say at 5 am, I do still love you and... I’d miss the routine of running with you.” He wasn’t trying to say that they shouldn’t get a puppy, but rather that all three of them could just run together. “I- uh, I really don’t actually know. You know who’s definitely not okay with fireworks though? Most dogs... a definite excuse to stay home next year.”

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Quentin stood in a bustling coffee shop with a tall paper cup. Warmth seeped through, warming his fingers. On it’s side in neat writing is one word “Ben” along with a few check marks that labeled his coffee preference. Quentin, or Benjamin as he believed himself to be, was almost hyper focused on the people around him. Struggling to find someone he recognized. A few people behind him, someone looked back. “Do I know you?” he wondered, his eyes narrowed as he tried to remember them. “I... uh, let me buy you a coffee?”

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Is that [ JASON RALPH ]? Nope! That’s just [ QUENTIN COLDWATER ], a [ CANON CHARACTER ] from [ THE MAGICIANS ], shaking the sand out of their shoes. The [ TWENTY-SIX ] year old must have forgotten to wear their flip flops to the beach again. Oh well! I hear they have [ NONE ] of their memories and that while he can be [ DESPONDENT ], he can also be [ INTELLIGENT ].

because I’ve never read the book version, this version of Quentin will primarily be based on the TV show (though I might pick some things up from a wiki or something who knows). i’m slightly behind on the show bc i suck but it’s okay because Q doesn’t remember anyway. 

quentin is a magician, but has literally no idea. He studied at a school for Magicians called Brakebills. He is a physical magician, along with Eliot, Alice and Margo.

Quentin is a very gifted magician, but he doesn’t remember. He practiced magic such as telekinesis, materialization, mind control, battle magic, and illusion magic.

Quentin previously used magic from disciplines other than physical, with some success.

He also practiced street magic, before even knowing magic was real (i.e. card tricks)

Prior to discovering that magic was real, Quentin went to Columbia university with his best friend Julia (who is also a magician). He has a bachelor’s in literature.

Quentin is a nerd tbh.

Quentin believed in magic before finding out it was real. He and Julia read books about  Fillory (a kingdom he later becomes a High King of).

Quentin is known to be highly intelligent, determined, timid, antisocial, kind and awkward. He also struggles with self-esteem and depression. He has been hospitalized for in the past.

Quentin knows various languages, due to it’s necessity in spell casting, which he still remembers but doesn’t know why he knows them.

currently, Quentin has no recollection of his past life. He doesn’t remember any of the people he once knew, his magic, or even his own name.

As far as Quentin knows, his name is Benjamin Jacobs, an office worker that has lived in Florida since birth.

He finds it very troublesome, however, that he doesn’t recognize anyone. He assumes that he would know someone. Even if he is shy and stumbles over his words when speaking to anyone, he is friendly and figures that he should have some friends or at the very least acquaintances. 

In the past, Quentin’s depression has worsened when he felt he was alone and didn’t belong where he was (because he belonged at brakebills), so it’s very likely that he’s having a tough time now, as well.

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