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witchesreign2011-01-13 07:42 pm
bratbeyond.livejournal.com) wrote in witchesreign2011-01-13 07:42 pm
Case o6 [Action, Front Gates]
[Ever since classes resumed, Damian'd kept a low profile. He "barely passed" his fighting courses from last quarter, so he figured he should probably step up his game and figure out how to fail-without-actually-failing.
This was significantly harder than it looked: on one hand, he couldn't look like an absolute moron. Luki'd been giving him "lessons" and he'd passed the required courses with "some difficulty." But he couldn't look like a trained vigilante either; then people'd connect the dots between him and Robin. If Mr. Wayne'd taught him anything, it was to be an idiot whenever possible. Robin mattered more than Damian Razem. (Not that he believed it! But why jeopardize the mission?)
Except right now, there was a "fire." Damian'd admittedly been late getting to class - stupid Garden and its primitive tech! He'd somehow managed to trip over something in the meantime! - but he too had been coerced to walk to the front gates. As he leaned against a wall, Damian folded his arms and watched the chaos around him.]
Slag... five creds it's a drill. [SIGH. Of all the things he didn't miss about school, fire drills'd been pretty high on that list.]
This was significantly harder than it looked: on one hand, he couldn't look like an absolute moron. Luki'd been giving him "lessons" and he'd passed the required courses with "some difficulty." But he couldn't look like a trained vigilante either; then people'd connect the dots between him and Robin. If Mr. Wayne'd taught him anything, it was to be an idiot whenever possible. Robin mattered more than Damian Razem. (Not that he believed it! But why jeopardize the mission?)
Except right now, there was a "fire." Damian'd admittedly been late getting to class - stupid Garden and its primitive tech! He'd somehow managed to trip over something in the meantime! - but he too had been coerced to walk to the front gates. As he leaned against a wall, Damian folded his arms and watched the chaos around him.]
Slag... five creds it's a drill. [SIGH. Of all the things he didn't miss about school, fire drills'd been pretty high on that list.]
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Not that I want to be, but yeah, he is practically a little brother for me, eh. Normally I'm supposed to kick anyone's ass if they even think of touching my crew.
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... So I shouldn't call you Boss, then?
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[Just sort of gives him a look and then glomps him into a one-armed hug around the shoulders.]
You can, but I might have to adopt you into my crew, eh. So sure you want to be a pirate?
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You can. You should just know I get called that by people I really give orders to in order to keep them alive, eh. [Ruffles his head. Stop being cute Damien.]
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[won't admit it, but that sounds like his Boss]
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Although knowing him and Thatch they'd probably try to steal you in a heartbeat if they met you.
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My crew is... Familial. My father, our Pops, was our captain. All he ever wanted was a big family, so he adopted all of us to be his sons. I think it got us all in a bit of a habit from it. Thatch always loved the new kids, and anyone he liked he'd try to adopt into our crew and family.
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I just have the one, but they're so big they really make up for that.
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[he taps his foot; jeez, they're taking forever for this sweep, but he doesn't mind] Yeah. .... Boss, wouldn't Garden count as a new "family" or whatever?
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