case 17 | multiple-choice action (open to 4th wallers)

[bratbeyond]

[It's late at night. Almost close to curfew, in fact! Damian's been patrolling campus more vigilantly this Quarter than in the past, mainly because he's got the time after finishing up his last Requirements---save for the math & science classes he takes with natives, his time is completely his own.

So of course, he's taking the opportunity to inspect every last inch of campus tonight for potential idiots to troll.

A) He stops by the cafeteria just before closing to munch on a cookie (and maybe some milk). It's a brief visit, but enough to give the place the once-over...

B) Just as he gives those empty classrooms a second glance. If he's feeling especially mean, he'll turn the lights on, just to make sure the janitors've gone home, but he's not ruling any suspicious behavior out either.

C) And with the murdercat temporarily gone (there were reports of a werecat, but Damian's not sure if they mean murdercat or Instructor Bronson), he's off to the Training Center! Technically, he can't give people detention here, but he can certainly give his toughest glare and hope that people'll leave before he threatens to fight them.

D) After all's said and done, he'll be trooping back to his room for maybe 4 hours of sleep. Life as a vigilante means that sleep is for the weak. No sleep, only justice!!]

Comments

C!

[elementofloyalty]

[There's a ruckus in the Training Center! Namely, one bright-blue pony has discovered the joy of a Blaster Edge, and is terrorizing the innocent monsters with the weapon strapped to her foreleg from unfairly high up.]

Ha ha ha! Eat returning projectile weapon, suckers!

[And another grat scrambles out of the path of the projectile. She's... not very GOOD at it yet.]

[bratbeyond]

[Was that... a pony?

Damian supposes he shouldn't be surprised, not after Espio, but he honestly doesn't know what to do, much less what to say.] Uh...

[He's a Robin.

Robins need to actually take charge, right?] What're you doing?

[elementofloyalty]

[She glances down, then grins at the question.]

I'm practicing with this sweet weapon! First one they've shown me that actually seems made for a pony.

[y_so_standard]

[Someone else is having a just before closing snack, though it's more of an apple then a cookie. Damian, really. Eat more healthily. Still, he's not to happy with that glass of milk the worker there is trying to push.]

I told you, I'm at an acceptable height for my age.

[bratbeyond]

[Poor guy.

Damian'll just go ahead and take that glass of milk, then! He smirks, glancing back at 623:] Don't mind them. They're just concerned.

[y_so_standard]

[It's not his fault that he's 12.]

I try not to, but it is rather disconcerting. [Oh wait. He recognizes you.]

Thank you for your assistance the last time we met.

C!

[lowkeyinaminor]

[Getting suddenly glared at by some random guy who looks vaguely familiar in...well, it's probably just one of those 'looks like somebody Loki knows' types of deals...is off-putting.] ...what?

[bratbeyond]

You're breaking curfew.

[... though this guy doesn't really look all that familiar.] By now, you should be in bed. Rules are rules.

[lowkeyinaminor]

Ah, I did not know. [And then with a momentary pause he ends up just...doing the same thing he'd been doing already: chilling.] Well, it seems a shame to just hurry back when curfew's been thoroughly broken.

B~

[tiptoetotomorrow]

[In one classroom, there's a noise towards the back which sounds very much like a large animal pacing around. Guilmon's not an animal, though - he's just a bit hungry, kind of sleepy and utterly confused. It was definitely sunny when he walked in here just now! Is this place part of the Digital World or something? Or did he fall asleep without noticing? Not fair! He didn't get to enjoy it!

(Yeah, if you tried to explain anomalies in the fabric of space-time to Guilmon, he'd just assume they had something to do with clothes.)

But wait a minute, it looks like there's someone at the door! Maybe they know what's going on better than Guilmon does.]

Hi~! Hey, do you know why it's dark?

[bratbeyond]

[What IS this thing?

Damian furrows his brows, trying to think of whose pet this'd be. Nevermind that it can talk, it clearly wasn't mean to be here... Without thinking, he flips the switch on.]

Because classes are over for the day? No one really needs to be in here now.

[tiptoetotomorrow]

[Ta-dah! A person-sized red dinosaur. He blinks a few times as the lights come on, then peers curiously at the newcomer. He hasn't met this person yet! Maybe they can be friends?]

Wow, I didn't know big schools were so different! At Takato's school you don't have to turn off the day when classes are over, it turns off by itself.

A

[everdistant_utopia]

[And he's not the only one having a snack... though in the case of the deceptively dainty-looking blonde girl, it looks more like a meal... for a couple of bulked-out full-grown men. This, for a Servant like her, was the equivalent of a light snack.

Even more strangely, the way she eats is with a calm, noble grace that belies just how much she's eating]

[bratbeyond]

[That's a lot of food.

Damian gawks stares at her for a while before making his way over.] I didn't think the cafeteria food was that good.

[everdistant_utopia]

[She pauses politely, mindful of her manners]

Perhaps there is better cuisine to be had... however, it is a vast improvement on that of my own country.

C - Artemis likes the training center

[crockshot]

[Them fighting each other would be a disaster, but the training center is totally her hang out of choice. So he can just suck it up and deal with her being around.]

[bratbeyond]

[He's trying to suck it up, he really is...

But with all of that impatient tapping of his, he could very well be his own back-up band.] Hurry it up, will you?

[crockshot]

[It's simple, boring targets today in a proper shooting range type set up. She's also going to take her sweet time and ignore that Damian's even there.]

Hurry what up?

[Bullseye in another target, she calmly moves down the line.]

C

[disasterific]

[Here's a Rikku, happily bouncing from one section to the next, using her double knives quite effortlessly to dispatch every stray monster she runs across.

And she's whooping and letting out cat calls at the monsters]

Yeah! Don't mess with the Rikku!

[bratbeyond]

[That kind of energy might have impressed someone else... but it doesn't really impress Damian.

It overwhelms him, really. He stares at her for a while before tilting his head to the side.]

Ever thought about running your own Battle Royale?

[disasterific]

[Surprised, she stops in the middle of a victory stance and turns to him.]

What's a Battle Royale?

D

[worthyheir]

[Is pretty much sitting there, waiting for him.]

Did you make a mockery of yourself tonight as well?

[bratbeyond]

[He's tempted to toss something at Ahki.

Despite his best efforts, he yawns as he glances over at his roommate.] No mockeries, but I caught one couple making out in the secret area...

And a Digimon, a pony, and a random Norse god hanging around campus. ["I couldn't make this up if I tried."]

A.

[flashesforward]

[It's never closing time when you're a Speedster. Damian may have been intent on getting a cookie but Wally has already beaten him to it, and tend fold at it. He has a stack of cookies to go along with a gallon of milk. Omnomnomnom.]

[bratbeyond]

[So much for grabbing some food...

Damian tilts his head to the side as he watches (well, stares) Wally for a good minute or so.]

Slag. How can you eat so much?