witchesreign | case 13 | action + bbs

[If anyone had visited the infirmary these past few weeks, they might've seen a little lifeless kid lying there in one of the beds. Supposedly, right after finals, he'd fallen into a deep sleep and refused to wake up.

Until now. Suddenly gasping for air, Damian immediately sits upright. He's... he's... in the infirmary? He furrows his brows and glances around the room for any clues. The last thing he remembered, he'd been taking finals... and then...

Then he'd been whisked back home. How long had it been? Six months? Twelve?

Slag, Time Compression really hated him. Why else would it drag him back into Garden after experiencing all that? After meeting Green Arrow and Zachary Zatara and that weird Jewish kid who claimed he was Kryptonian... in the context of Garden, it really didn't make much sense. He leans forward, arching his back and trying his best to suppress a sigh as he stares down at his clothes. Dammit, TC! If it's going to whisk him back, at least whisk him back with clothes that actually fit.]

... Here again? Guess I haven't had enough yet.

[A few hours later, there's a brief post on the BBS system:]

Does anyone have the latest issue of that sky pirate comic?? I wanted to buy one over the break, but it sold out before I could. :| That and the one about steampunk mechanics. They're both pretty schway.

Also I think I might need to go shopping. I don't really want to, but nothing really fits. Not even my uniform. 8( So what the slag'm I supposed to buy?

- Damian

[ooc | Damian just went through an canon-updating coma! This basically means that he's a whole year older... and in dire need of a new wardrobe, welp, since he's about 2 inches taller than when everyone last saw him. :c]

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Unless you were magically able to age a year within the span of a month, impossible.

No, seriously. [Headtilt.] I arrived in Garden last September... and according to everyone else, it's September again... so that literally makes a whole year.

[Have a head tilt of your very own, other D.] You were the same height as me when you fell into a coma. That was a month ago.

Doesn't feel like a month. It feels like a year... but I spent a year in Garden too...

[Ugh, his head hurts just trying to think about it.] I don't know why I'm taller, but I bet it'll make it easier for everyone to tell us apart.

Tt, as if I need to be differentiated by my height. [Read: HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE THE SHORT ONE.]

[That earns him a smile.] 'Course not. Height isn't everything.

I never understand why so many people seem to put so much value in height.

It's something they can actually see. I really wouldn't worry about it. I mean, my mom and my dad're both average height, so you'll probably be taller than me in the end.

Height doesn't matter to me. [Lies.]

[He's tempted to snark back about this, he really is...]

Of course it doesn't. [sigh] So how much class'd I end up missing?

None. You've basically slept the summer break away.

Ew. [He wrinkles his nose] I kind of actually wanted to do stuff this break too.

Like what? Wallow away in boredom?

No, like bake and learn new recipes and catch up on all my comic books... [He even sounds a little wistful as he starts counting it all up.]

It's no actual summer break, but days off are really schway.

That sounds unbelievably boring.

Only to you. [snorts] Most people here do similar things during their free time.

You would think that they would train, what with this being a military school and all. These SeeDs must all be lazy.

[It's a miracle he hasn't taken the bait and snarked back yet.] Or human.

You know, fighting... isn't... everything.

Of course it isn't, but I see no reason why they should slack off all day either.

[Facepalming.] I swear, it's like talking to the old man sometimes.

Seriously, it's not like they're slacking 24/7.

You're referring to my father, correct? I fail to see how that's an insult.

It seems like they are.

Let me put it this way...

In normal society, people generally like other people who respect them and have the decency to at least give them the time of day. [Bitter? Just a little.]

Well have you done anything to be worthy of his respect? Because frankly I don't see why people put up with others nonsense as much as they do.

[He's this tempted to throw a pillow at his twin.] Considering he's like eighty and I run most of his errands for him, I'd say so.

So you're his servant. I fail to see why anyone would respect the help for doing their jobs. That's like respecting the sun for showing up at sunrise.

case 13 | action + bbs

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