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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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?

case 13 | action + bbs

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