damian wayne officially hates the supernatural. got in way over his his head and thrown into a pocket dimension for what has to be a month or so by a very angry vampiric wizard. something must finally kill the beast, because he finds himself stumbling out into broad daylight. the sky above him is fractured and glowing. the town is choked with magic, so strong he feels his head spin.
but he's out. he's here. and he's fine.
only not so much. damian closes his eyes and tries to center his feelings, before he lets the rage and frustration take control. and that's - all it takes. he thinks that there's a hurricane in him waiting to burst forth and then there is - one tearing through the city streets. ]
God damn it! [ how do you fight a fucking hurricane? damian's off at a sprint, trying to clear the way. ]
Now what? [ he sneers into the sky, hands balling into fists. ]
central city.
[ he beelines for the guild HQ. everything is a nightmare. people are missing. impending doom is in the air, and damian knows this feeling all too well. he can handle the magic of sunset falls, but excelsior is off limits. the last thing he needs is for his arm to gain sentience and try to choke him.
yet... he can't help but keep an eye out for familiar faces. anyone he knows from his world, or the last world he'd adopted as his own. ]
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[ so...
damian wayne officially hates the supernatural. got in way over his his head and thrown into a pocket dimension for what has to be a month or so by a very angry vampiric wizard. something must finally kill the beast, because he finds himself stumbling out into broad daylight. the sky above him is fractured and glowing. the town is choked with magic, so strong he feels his head spin.
but he's out. he's here. and he's fine.
only not so much. damian closes his eyes and tries to center his feelings, before he lets the rage and frustration take control. and that's - all it takes. he thinks that there's a hurricane in him waiting to burst forth and then there is - one tearing through the city streets. ]
God damn it! [ how do you fight a fucking hurricane? damian's off at a sprint, trying to clear the way. ]
Now what? [ he sneers into the sky, hands balling into fists. ]
central city.
[ he beelines for the guild HQ. everything is a nightmare. people are missing. impending doom is in the air, and damian knows this feeling all too well. he can handle the magic of sunset falls, but excelsior is off limits. the last thing he needs is for his arm to gain sentience and try to choke him.
yet... he can't help but keep an eye out for familiar faces. anyone he knows from his world, or the last world he'd adopted as his own. ]
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