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[after feeding the large grey rabbit, it makes for the door marked with a new moon. when damian follows, he'll find himself in what seems to be a standard camp office, with black shadows seated behind the desk.
they gesture to a chair across from the desk, giving him a small nod.]
Can sit. Don't have to. [and then, almost as an afterthought:] Can I help?
they gesture to a chair across from the desk, giving him a small nod.]
Can sit. Don't have to. [and then, almost as an afterthought:] Can I help?
[Hm. When he's inside, he does that very Bat thing over looking around him skeptically.]
I'll stand.
[This time, at least. When he glances back, the serious and grim expression on his face makes it seem like he's about to do the usual gloom-and-doom rundown of questions. But instead:]
I need cat food.
I'll stand.
[This time, at least. When he glances back, the serious and grim expression on his face makes it seem like he's about to do the usual gloom-and-doom rundown of questions. But instead:]
I need cat food.
Oh- yes. Please wait.
[black shadows reaches into their sleeve, rummaging around for... possibly longer than necessary? maybe they're having trouble. but after some fumbling, they remove a few cans of wet cat food, placing them on the desk and sliding them across toward damian.]
Acceptable?
[black shadows reaches into their sleeve, rummaging around for... possibly longer than necessary? maybe they're having trouble. but after some fumbling, they remove a few cans of wet cat food, placing them on the desk and sliding them across toward damian.]
Acceptable?
The Cabinet is a classic. [Which means it's old because of course it is, DAMIAN.] Mm. [It's a partial agreement.] My grandfather was called the Demon's Head because he was the leader of a league of assassins.
Plenty of people probably consider me the child of Satan. [If this bothers him at all, he doesn't show it.] What's your favorite book?
Plenty of people probably consider me the child of Satan. [If this bothers him at all, he doesn't show it.] What's your favorite book?
Must have been effective, then.
[if he was a leader, and all. somehow they are unsurprised an assassin's grandkid likes the horror genre.]
Don't seem that bad to me. [an actual demon child would be worse to deal with? probably? probably.] But can't read often. Film is easier.
[if he was a leader, and all. somehow they are unsurprised an assassin's grandkid likes the horror genre.]
Don't seem that bad to me. [an actual demon child would be worse to deal with? probably? probably.] But can't read often. Film is easier.
[Bruce may or may not debate whether he is an actual demon child.]
Some film is still well done. [But the differentiation makes his brows pinch.] There we books on the bus, on one level. Weren't they yours? Horror and gardening.
How have you seen movies, or read books, if you've only been here?
Some film is still well done. [But the differentiation makes his brows pinch.] There we books on the bus, on one level. Weren't they yours? Horror and gardening.
How have you seen movies, or read books, if you've only been here?
Plants were mine too.
[they sound proud of that! their plants...]
Provided for entertainment. Difficult for me to read-- written too small. But I still have books.
[they produce one from their sleeve, even. the book is a copy of IT, just for you anna.]
[they sound proud of that! their plants...]
Provided for entertainment. Difficult for me to read-- written too small. But I still have books.
[they produce one from their sleeve, even. the book is a copy of IT, just for you anna.]
[CLOSES MY EYES GET OUT OF HERE WITH THAT]
You should invest in an e-reader. You can make the font bigger. [His eyes drop to the book. I hate that he will take the book. :unamused:] There are plenty of book purists, but digital cuts down on plant destruction.
[They liked plants, right?]
You should invest in an e-reader. You can make the font bigger. [His eyes drop to the book. I hate that he will take the book. :unamused:] There are plenty of book purists, but digital cuts down on plant destruction.
[They liked plants, right?]
[This time, the eyes don't narrow, and the brows don't pinch, but he looks like he's probably analyzing every single thing because of course he is.]
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas, or A Thousand and One Nights.
[NOT THIS CLOWNERY HE HAS IN HIS HANDS.]
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas, or A Thousand and One Nights.
[NOT THIS CLOWNERY HE HAS IN HIS HANDS.]
Monte Cristo is the story of a man who is wrongfully imprisoned, his later escape, his rise into fortune, and his ultimate goal of revenge against those who framed him.
You should watch the 1934 film by the same name. [Since films were preferred.] The only downside is the ending is not the same. It isn't enjoyable unless you experience yourself.
[Damian, please read something normal.]
On the other hand, I can tell you stories from Nights. But I will only tell you one a week.
You should watch the 1934 film by the same name. [Since films were preferred.] The only downside is the ending is not the same. It isn't enjoyable unless you experience yourself.
[Damian, please read something normal.]
On the other hand, I can tell you stories from Nights. But I will only tell you one a week.
Will try to make time for it. Not very fond of revenge, but... sounds understandable. Interested in seeing the story.
[they fold their hands on their desk, and he may get the impression they're watching curiously despite their lack of a face.]
...one story a week is acceptable, too.
[they fold their hands on their desk, and he may get the impression they're watching curiously despite their lack of a face.]
...one story a week is acceptable, too.
[Damian nods, finding this acceptable. BS, please, revenge is the best?]
The first story begins in Baghdad. A poor man called Hindbad the Porter stops to rest on a bench outside of a rich merchant's house because he's tired. Inside, he can hear people singing and enjoying themselves; he can smell savory food; and he can see a brilliant garden.
So he goes to the door and asks a servant to who the house belongs. He is told the house belongs to the famous Sindbad the Sailor--how could he not know Sindbad? Hindbad begins to bemoan his lowly status, even stomping his feet. How unfair it is some people have so much while he has so little, while he has worked so hard. Not like Sindbad who has been given everything, who has so much money.
The servant invites Hindbad inside the house to meet the master, Sindbad. But seeing so much glamour and respect in Sindbad's study, the porter becomes humble and apologizes for his outburst. Sindbad tells Hindbad he understands, and he earned these riches through toil and danger. Sindbad says he will tell the porter about his seven voyages. Curious, the porter sat down to listen.
[Damian stops, and doesn't go on.]
The first story begins in Baghdad. A poor man called Hindbad the Porter stops to rest on a bench outside of a rich merchant's house because he's tired. Inside, he can hear people singing and enjoying themselves; he can smell savory food; and he can see a brilliant garden.
So he goes to the door and asks a servant to who the house belongs. He is told the house belongs to the famous Sindbad the Sailor--how could he not know Sindbad? Hindbad begins to bemoan his lowly status, even stomping his feet. How unfair it is some people have so much while he has so little, while he has worked so hard. Not like Sindbad who has been given everything, who has so much money.
The servant invites Hindbad inside the house to meet the master, Sindbad. But seeing so much glamour and respect in Sindbad's study, the porter becomes humble and apologizes for his outburst. Sindbad tells Hindbad he understands, and he earned these riches through toil and danger. Sindbad says he will tell the porter about his seven voyages. Curious, the porter sat down to listen.
[Damian stops, and doesn't go on.]
[revenge is not the best. please do not, small bat child.
they listen intently to the story as he speaks; even without a face, it isn't difficult to get the impression when they rest their elbows on the desk too, leaning forward just slightly. but when he stops, their head cants to the side.]
...good that he apologized. Also good that all was not simply given.
[they approve of these, so far.]
What of voyages?
they listen intently to the story as he speaks; even without a face, it isn't difficult to get the impression when they rest their elbows on the desk too, leaning forward just slightly. but when he stops, their head cants to the side.]
...good that he apologized. Also good that all was not simply given.
[they approve of these, so far.]
What of voyages?
[not long after damian feeds the purple bunny, it hops down the hall toward the room marked 3C 💜. the door opens for bunny and damian to reveal a standard camp office and purple heart appears to be sitting at their desk with a cup of coffee, their head propped up with their hand. upon seeing damian, however, they nod in greeting.]
Good morning, Damian.
Good morning, Damian.
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