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video | un: al.ghul
( What you see when the feed turns on is Damian standing in what appears to be the jungle, and if you look closely, you can see there are a number of fallen creatures behind him. They're in various... pieces, for lack of a better word. Some are whole, easy to mistake for a creature in slumber were it not for the neat wound over their heart - a clean, flawless kill. Others are not so fortunate, limbs strategically removed in a way that tells you their attacker is skilled, practiced in the art of disabling and destroying a target.
For those who are more focused on the speaker, you'll see Damian. But for those who've met him, there's something cold about the green stare and his expression is set in an emotionless line. There are smears of blood across one cheek and a speckled arc of scarlet across the other cheek and his forehead. His clothing is in a similar state, splattered with blood. But there are no tears, no sign of injury beyond a single scratch stretched across his neck. And just barely, you can see evidence of what might be a horn or tusk clutched in his hand - one end dark and bloodied, newly removed from its previous owner. )
Tell me of this city's greatest champions and most treasured relics. They will be slain and captured in the name of Al Ghul.
( ooc For those canon familiar, Damian's forgotten his memories from the middle of the Year of Blood onward. For those unfamiliar, meet Damian al Ghul, assassin and demon child.
He currently thinks he's still in the middle of the Year of Blood. What that means is he will be trying to complete one task a day as a show of strength/intent and take a "trophy" as proof to present to his mother and grandfather. Those tasks will likely be extremely violent. If you want to plan anything on that front or handwave any previous CR, feel free to message me via PM or on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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For those who are more focused on the speaker, you'll see Damian. But for those who've met him, there's something cold about the green stare and his expression is set in an emotionless line. There are smears of blood across one cheek and a speckled arc of scarlet across the other cheek and his forehead. His clothing is in a similar state, splattered with blood. But there are no tears, no sign of injury beyond a single scratch stretched across his neck. And just barely, you can see evidence of what might be a horn or tusk clutched in his hand - one end dark and bloodied, newly removed from its previous owner. )
Tell me of this city's greatest champions and most treasured relics. They will be slain and captured in the name of Al Ghul.
( ooc For those canon familiar, Damian's forgotten his memories from the middle of the Year of Blood onward. For those unfamiliar, meet Damian al Ghul, assassin and demon child.
He currently thinks he's still in the middle of the Year of Blood. What that means is he will be trying to complete one task a day as a show of strength/intent and take a "trophy" as proof to present to his mother and grandfather. Those tasks will likely be extremely violent. If you want to plan anything on that front or handwave any previous CR, feel free to message me via PM or on plurk at
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( Damian took a few seconds longer to examine the other as if assessing if he were a threat.
But the uncertainty in his actions said he wasn't. Nothing to be concerned with for the moment. )
I don't need your worry. ( He turned away, back to the creature he'd been working on a moment ago. ) I will do what needs to be done. Trying to stop me or dissuade me is the bad idea.
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[ Jon recalls what Damian said about his mother, but he wonders if bringing it up will be a trigger for Damian's temper. ]
It just doesn't seem worth getting hurt for.
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Don't pretend you know me, Pretender. I will do what I must to prove I am worthy of the League of Assassins and all that entails. ( His hand moved at his side, twirling a blade carefully until the hilt rested in the gloved palm. ) If you intend to stop me, you won't live to regret it.
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Unless you've got some kryptonite in there, you're not going to be able to. I'm trying to help, Damian. You don't need some crummy guild to be worthy anyway.
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( Damian's hand closed tightly around the hilt of the blade, hard enough that Jon might have caught the faint creak of the material of his glove.
He took a few steps forward, boots crushing the remains of the animal in front of him as if it were nothing more than another stretch of earth under him. )
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And what happens after you stop me?
[ Softer. ]
Is it going to make your mom happy?
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( His eyes narrowed sharply at the second question. )
She will be pleased I've brought another victory to the Al Ghul name.
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[ Typical Damian stuff. Jon isn't budging. ]
But will she be happy? Will she even care that you did that?
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That isn't any of your concern.
( His hands curled tightly at his sides, his knuckles cracking softly. He lifted the blade in his hand, pointed it at Jon as his expression hardened - cold but determined all the same. )
I'm done talking with you, Pretender.
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Don't do this, Damian.
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But this Damian - Damian Al Ghul wasn't that logical. Everything was an obstacle to be conquered by sheer force, proof of the title he would one day hold, and the skill of his family name. There was no fear or worry as he stared at the burning red eyes. )
Scared? ( He prompted, taking one slow, warning step forward. ) Because you should be.
( He sprang without another word, all silence and fluid grace. The blade in his hand was held carefully, angled that he hoped to sink it into Jon's torso. )
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