case 09 | team Damian | mayhem and madness

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[Returning to Garden after the Ottoman Empire had been a blessing. Damian'd been able to get his bearings, focus on getting his school life back into gear, and maybe being grateful that Garden was actually somewhat modern and... not as bad as he made it out to be.

So when he feels that time hiccup and that dizzy feeling again? Damian can't help feeling ill--especially moreso when he stares at his surroundings. A fancy party? Immediately, he rushes to the window - ignoring the fancy suit he's in - and presses his hands to the windows. Neo-Gotham. It'd be ridiculous to mistake it for anywhere else.

... And there's his family at a table near Mr. Wayne and McGinnis. All of these people are familiar and yet not--Hajie, his kid sister, seems older than when he last saw her. Did Time Compression lie about "bringing you back to the moment in which you came?" Sure seems like it.]

This wasn't the homecoming I expected.

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[Greece glances over when he hears his name. When he sees Egypt, he tries to catch his eye and nod -- he doesn't want to draw attention, when it means someone might notice that he's not otherwise occupied by whomever's trying to attack here. He looks around again to make sure he can get to Egypt without hitting anyone before he gets a move on; he's not sure how much better it is outside, but it's got to be an improvement over staying in here.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[There's more room to move outside. Less exploding things, too, which is always a plus. It's safer here.

...Was safer. Another (holy shit flying) car is screeching to a halt over the sidewalk, more of Crazy Quilt's hired hands scrambling out of it. Late arrivals, but no less dangerous, judging by the way they're attacking anyone within range trying to get away.

Um! Egypt doesn't have any weapons on him!! Some help? He's shooting a look back in Greece's direction, silently pleading for him to hurry when a technicolor beam gets shot in his direction. DODGING IT BY THE SKIN OF HIS TEETH.]

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[Greece blinks: he wasn't expecting that. He's glad Egypt didn't get hit by it, but he also has no idea what 'it' is supposed to be. Still, he hurries the best he can, Athos digging almost painfully into his shoulder as he breaks into a run once he's out the door. Taking his time isn't going to do any good right now.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[This is devolving quickly into Egypt's second brawl tonight. During the first one, backup didn't arrive until he had taken a good beating. At least for the second one he doesn't have to wait as long? He'll survive this. Most likely. The lasers pose a much higher danger, though. Why couldn't these goons stick to simple weapons?

At least one of the four goons is holding something relatively normal and not-advanced tech. A crowbar! Egypt needs to get his hands on that. He is not a hand-to-hand fighter, so whatever can give him an advantage that isn't a gun, he'll take it by force.

He isn't the type to get in street fights at home, far from it. Time to put to use the refresher WRT gave him! He shouts at Herakles using what limited Greek he knows to keep their assailants out of the loop. Something about stopping at least these guys before they get a chance to hurt anyone else. Also, he wants the crowbar.

Four humans against two nations. No contest, right? At the very least, one side is going to outlast the other.]

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[When he's close enough, he slings Athos off his back and swings it at one of the attackers, cracking him hard across the back with the flat side -- Greece wants to disable him, but not permanently. The man goes down with a thump and Greece swings again, this time up, looking to catch another one in the gut with the flat side -- using one of Athos's arms would bring the possibility of rupturing something too easily.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Who the hell brings a giant cross to a gun fight? Goddamn Greece, that's who. One guy doubles over, quickly taken down the rest of the way by a knee to the gut from Egypt and an elbow jab to the back. He'll be grabbing your crowbar now, thank you very much.]

Aang's here! [he shouts as he takes his newfound weapon and smacks Number Four from behind the knees to make him lose his balance. Now this group of bad guys is paying attention to them rather than aiming at the party-goers. Uh, great. This is a slightly better alternative (for the ones trying to run away).] Robin, too—

[SUCKER PUNCH OW FUCK]

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[He knows one and not the other, but Greece assumes that it was the two that went back with them to the Ottoman Empire. They're kids, so that's enough reason to worry -- and oh, shit.]

You--

[When Greece wallops Egypt's attacker with Athos, there may or may not be a something that sounds suspiciously like more than a few bones being shattered.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Well, that must have been excruciatingly painful. Once Egypt recovers from the blow dealt to him, he's back on his feet, putting the crowbar to good use in backing his friend up. He's learned a thing or two about walloping people with sticks (and stick-like weapons) from the cops back home.

It's not pretty. Good thing the fight doesn't last much longer.]

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[When it's over, Greece sighs, though not necessarily in relief. He shouldn't have had to use Athos for that, damn it, but it was better than rushing in with nothing. He leans on it, feeling somewhat put out.]

...hey. Égyptos.

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[He's panting from exertion once the last guy's out cold, chest under Egypt's boot. He glances down at the son of a bitch and his commandeered crowbar for a moment before looking up, locating his friend.]

Y-yeah?

[...The crowbar has blood on it now, as does his borrowed suit. Sorry, Dr. Grayson.]

[toomanyverses.livejournal.com]

Is your head all right?

[A concussion is unlikely for their kind, but just in case...]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[He runs a hand through his short hair, sighing. A nod with a wince; he's fine, mostly. If only his injuries from earlier that night hadn't been aggravated.] Yours?

[toomanyverses.livejournal.com]

...

Much better than yours, I think.

Did something happen, before?

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Another nod. Glancing around first — no one watching, most of the party-goers have dispersed, and he's lost sight of Robin and Aang. Egypt then walks closer and lifts the hem of his suit jacket and shirt, revealing bandaged ribs.]

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[Greece frowns, shaking his head.]

I should have come outside earlier...