Day Twenty-One - Damion
Who: Damion, Cameron
Where: outside the town hall
When: early-ish morning
Rating: R
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Damion begins his exploration of DM, and is threatened by Cameron, though he walks away unscathed.
He knew even before he was completely awake that something wasn't right. The light - or lack thereof. The scents. Even the feel of the sheets. They weren't his. He cursed briefly in Elvish, wondering what was going on now. Clad simply in his black silk pants, Damion stepped out of what - at closer inspection - was clearly his mother's room. He paused in her office and looked around curiously.
A smirk slid slowly across his lips as he thought of how to exploit this - before he realized that she'd have the same access to his notes, his records, his office. Damion frowned. He did look for a note to explain the situation, but he saw none. So, what? He had to survive against the population of DauphinMare's bubble?
"Fuck," he muttered before he stepped out into the hallway. He half expected to find Laurel out there somewhere - but saw his own second instead. Oh, this was going to be ...
He chuckled at the thought of Ice dealing with an enraged Sylar, and he wondered how her partial shifting was going.
He shrugged to the angel before he started down the stairs, listening - but it seemed the town hall was quiet, was empty.
Stepping out onto the lawn, he looked around curiously before he felt his sister's mind brush against his.
Well, well. What's going on? Belle poked around absently in Damion's mind until he closed it against her, keeping open only the narrow channel so they could converse.
Wish I knew, he thought back. We had a chat with the Powers; they said they'd fix things. Apparently their idea of fixing was to replace the leads of the bubbles. I'll try not to hurt you today.
Belle sighed. Dami, c'mon.
No, he thought back. No, if I'm here and can level the field a bit, you think I won't?
...you think we'd let you?
You think you have a choice? Damion chuckled softly. Let them try to stop him. Chaos had worked well enough last week ... surely it would work as well again today.
Where: outside the town hall
When: early-ish morning
Rating: R
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Damion begins his exploration of DM, and is threatened by Cameron, though he walks away unscathed.
He knew even before he was completely awake that something wasn't right. The light - or lack thereof. The scents. Even the feel of the sheets. They weren't his. He cursed briefly in Elvish, wondering what was going on now. Clad simply in his black silk pants, Damion stepped out of what - at closer inspection - was clearly his mother's room. He paused in her office and looked around curiously.
A smirk slid slowly across his lips as he thought of how to exploit this - before he realized that she'd have the same access to his notes, his records, his office. Damion frowned. He did look for a note to explain the situation, but he saw none. So, what? He had to survive against the population of DauphinMare's bubble?
"Fuck," he muttered before he stepped out into the hallway. He half expected to find Laurel out there somewhere - but saw his own second instead. Oh, this was going to be ...
He chuckled at the thought of Ice dealing with an enraged Sylar, and he wondered how her partial shifting was going.
He shrugged to the angel before he started down the stairs, listening - but it seemed the town hall was quiet, was empty.
Stepping out onto the lawn, he looked around curiously before he felt his sister's mind brush against his.
Well, well. What's going on? Belle poked around absently in Damion's mind until he closed it against her, keeping open only the narrow channel so they could converse.
Wish I knew, he thought back. We had a chat with the Powers; they said they'd fix things. Apparently their idea of fixing was to replace the leads of the bubbles. I'll try not to hurt you today.
Belle sighed. Dami, c'mon.
No, he thought back. No, if I'm here and can level the field a bit, you think I won't?
...you think we'd let you?
You think you have a choice? Damion chuckled softly. Let them try to stop him. Chaos had worked well enough last week ... surely it would work as well again today.