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witchesreign2011-06-21 01:08 am
worthyheir) wrote in witchesreign2011-06-21 01:08 am
[Action; Quad]
[He had hardly been at the school for no more than two weeks, and it was already far, far too long. He hated the garden, hated practically every person in the garden, hated the classes and most of all hated being away from any sort of action. He was the son of Batman and the heir to the empire of Ra's Al Ghul, the concept of being trapped had never entered his mind prior to arriving here. Granted, he had been trapped physically before, but this was an entirely different beast. Should he choose not to attend this giant waste of time, he would lose whatever little resources he now had available to him and be thrust into an entirely unfamiliar world.
This wasn't Gotham, with it's tall skyscrapers, costumed psychos, and citizens insane enough to still live in the city after all those years of dealing with Gotham's particular brand of costumed psychos. It wasn't like any of the places he had visited in his well-traveled young life, and though Damian had once considered himself a traveler, he doubted thatif when he got home, it would be quite some time before he traveled again. Most importantly, this wasn't where Grayson was.
And so, with nothing better to do, he found himself reading The Art of War on the far side of the quad, trying to get some peace and quiet. Though he had read the book countless times before, there was something comforting in something so familiar...]
This wasn't Gotham, with it's tall skyscrapers, costumed psychos, and citizens insane enough to still live in the city after all those years of dealing with Gotham's particular brand of costumed psychos. It wasn't like any of the places he had visited in his well-traveled young life, and though Damian had once considered himself a traveler, he doubted that
And so, with nothing better to do, he found himself reading The Art of War on the far side of the quad, trying to get some peace and quiet. Though he had read the book countless times before, there was something comforting in something so familiar...]
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[It's delayed, but once everything clicks, it sure does click. Egypt's eyes widen somewhat with the realization, and that laid-back stance becomes something a little more uncomfortable.]
[Oh. This is... Robin. That other Robin. Wonderful.]
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[In a brief moment of silent glaring, he feels a strong urge to leave and forget this mix-up, but... doesn't. As much as he may hate this child's behavior (not the child himself — they look the same), Egypt needs to know more about him.]
[He's sitting himself down in front of D— Robin, keeping a further distance than he would if there were his lookalike.]
...Name's Damian, too?
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[The glare eases up. Now Egypt is just watching this Robin, still frowning somewhat, but nothing like past looks he's given him.]
Why d'you fight, robin? [The Arabic name for the bird is used to be more specific without giving away secrets to other students in the quad. Not like they're close enough, anyway, and who else speaks Arabic? Much less Egypt's dialect of it.]
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You fight t'help, or to hurt? [Damian, the one Egypt knows, said he fights to protect others. He wonders if Wayne is the same... but doubts it. The memory of him swinging around a bloody crowbar and making threats is still strong.]
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Are you done asking me foolish questions?
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If you're tired of answering.
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I'm tired of answering stupid questions.
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We're family.
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1/3
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Don't need blood.
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