witchesreign | case 13 | action + bbs

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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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[His heart, it is breaking into a million pieces.]

[If only he knew.]

[He means it too: whenever Colin stops by, the door's open and it's pretty obvious that Damian's not doing much of anything beyond baking. Furiously. That batter has probably never been whipped harder in its entire LIFE.]

[In all honesty when he did stop by he really did not expect the other to be baking--that really didn't seem like a Damian sort of thing to do but he had to remember, as he had been told, that things were different here and while he looked nearly like a complete replica, there was the chance he was different than the Damian he remembered from home.

A small rapping on the door-jam and he waits to be invited in.] Hey, Damian?

[Day glances up from his batter and sets it on the counter. Beckoning for Colin to come in, he props himself up on the chair.]

Hey. Sorry about sounding weird on the BBS, but I figured it'd be easier to explain the whole "alternate dimension" thing like this. [He gently rubs his hands on his jeans, trying a little too hard to get the flour off his hands] But um, you like cookies, right?

[Walking into the room carefully, he watches the other and watches his face primarily. He is nearly identical--he would have thought without a doubt this was Damian and well--while he was maybe the term his Damian would work better, the Damian from his world.] It's okay. It's kind of hard to understand that--over the network, that is.

[He arches a brow at the offer and offers a small, quiet smile.] Yeah, sure. Are you baking some?

[There's a few slight differences, not that it's obvious from the get-go. For one thing, Damian's (rather baggy) clothing seems less like himself and more like someone much more girlier picked them out... and for another, Day's taller and has this slight Indian feel about him.

Returning the smile, Day nods and offers the bowl of cookie dough to Colin.] Yeah. Figured some cookies and milk'd be better than whatever slag the cafeteria had today.

[The clothing is noted, but Colin does not seem to question it at the moment, he just knows that he's taller and that's not something he was used to with that face. At the offer though, he reaches forward and hesitantly takes it--looking down into the bowl and not moving to steal a bite yet.]

Is the food not good? [Colin was used to to food at the orphanage--which was never anything epic.]

[Headtilt.] It's okay. Some days it's great, others it's not... but it was never Amira Auntie's cooking.

[The name's a code word for him - his way of testing if this Colin had the same background as the one Day knows - though it's not immediately obvious. Casually dipping his finger into the bowl, he takes a bite and can't help the grin on his face. Cookie dough always was his favorite.]

[He looked momentarily confused at the others name drop so it was obvious that he was not from his realm. His nose wrinkling in question somewhat he reached into the bowl and took a small bit for himself, speaking before eating it.] Whose Amira?

[It had been forever since he was able to have a treat like this--once in one of the foster families he had been part of but that didn't last long for a kid with problems like he had.]

[So he doesn't know auntie Amira. Awkward. Damian frowns, trying to figure out how to explain this without really explaining it...]

A friend of my mom's. [He doesn't know if he should elaborate further, so he shrugs.] She makes pretty good food, but Dad says it's because she's Desi.

[Yet unknowingly awkward, so Colin frowns in reply at the others frown, an arch of his eyebrow following.] Oh.

What's that have to do with being a good cook? Plenty of people are good cooks.

Not that much. My dad just likes Indian food... which is probably why he married my mom. [He can't help grinning, just a little.]

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Uh, I don't know how much you know about alternate worlds... and I really don't want to give you a pointless speech.

[When the other smiles, he cannot help but smile quietly in return. Asides, its nice to see someone speak well of their parents--to joke around about it which is something he rarely hears. At the second comment though, he shakes his head and lets out a small laugh.] Ah--not much, really.

Only what you see in the films.

Okay, I can work with that. [He mulls over that for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to explain it...]

Clearly, there's multiple worlds and dimensions out there. Us being here's living proof of that. But sometimes, different people exist in more than one world---and in those different worlds, different things happen.

Like, you're friends with Damian. But your Damian's grumpier and knows how to fight better than most trained assassins. Whereas I... well, let's just say you don't ever want to run against me in politics. Our environments were different, so we grew up really differently.

[Listening, Colin takes up the spoon and stirs it around idly within the bowl that he's still holding. Arching an eyebrow, he's taking it all in but wrinkling his nose somewhat.] So the Damian I know is a better fighter but you are better in arguing?

[He arched an eyebrow.] Does that mean you have a me in your world as well?

[He nods.] Better in social situations, yeah. I'm a hell of a lot better at reading people than he'll ever be.

Ah, um... [He hesitantly nods.] Yeah. We're friends in my world too.

I think he's good at reading people, I just think he does not know what to say sometimes. [Comes a reply.]

Is he really different than me? Or do we look the same?

[Welp, that was NOT what he wanted to hear. Day might be scowling for a while.]

You look the same? I guess? [He pauses for a moment.] Um... to know for sure, can I see your left arm?

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case 13 | action + bbs

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