[Damian hadn't exactly expected to arrive in Garden today, but then again, he hadn't expected to arrive here the first time around either. Cautiously, his hands go to his weapons, discreetly hidden in his jeans' pocket, when he watches the Trepies just RUN past him.
Oh, and the walking plate of hot dogs too. He stares blankly at them for a few minutes, before rubbing his eyes and turning around towards the chaos of people bustling in and out as if nothing had ever happened.]
What the slag did I miss? [He groans, trying his best not to throw a fit as he lumbers around to various places on campus. Of course he'll make stops by places he knows - his old dorm room; the infirmary (where his file might actually still be the thickest one there); and even the cafeteria, because something had to magic those hot dog plates into sentience.]
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Oh, and the walking plate of hot dogs too. He stares blankly at them for a few minutes, before rubbing his eyes and turning around towards the chaos of people bustling in and out as if nothing had ever happened.]
What the slag did I miss? [He groans, trying his best not to throw a fit as he lumbers around to various places on campus. Of course he'll make stops by places he knows - his old dorm room; the infirmary (where his file might actually still be the thickest one there); and even the cafeteria, because something had to magic those hot dog plates into sentience.]