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dreamsanddisasters2014-11-20 04:28 am
earlybird) wrote in dreamsanddisasters2014-11-20 04:28 am
Pokemon AU ( p l u s )
[ His father's words still ring in his ears. Nagging. Aggravating. Lies.
"She made you for this purpose."
And his father believes them, wholly, because of some ridiculous fever dream. Believes that Damian would--
"When you die, you'll take every living thing down with you."
--he wouldn't. He won't. It's preposterous, and more, it's insulting. He is, was, the only one of his kind, and what would his father or his mother know about what he can do? Nothing, that's what. Damian knows himself best, and he's fast and recovers quickly and his Oblivion Wing move is magnificent and unique and his, but he would never--
"You're staying in the Cave until we decide how to handle this best."
As if. No sooner had Bruce declared him under lock-down than he'd escaped, took to the skies (a tiny, strange bird with a red underbelly and a grey back and claws on its wings, not a Pokemon you'd ever see again in your life). Blüdhaven is maybe a half hour's flight away, and Grayson's apartment easy to find, even if he'd only ever visited by car. He dives down, alights upon the window ledge, and whacks insistently at it with a wing, claws leaving scratches in the glass. ]
Grayson!
"She made you for this purpose."
And his father believes them, wholly, because of some ridiculous fever dream. Believes that Damian would--
"When you die, you'll take every living thing down with you."
--he wouldn't. He won't. It's preposterous, and more, it's insulting. He is, was, the only one of his kind, and what would his father or his mother know about what he can do? Nothing, that's what. Damian knows himself best, and he's fast and recovers quickly and his Oblivion Wing move is magnificent and unique and his, but he would never--
"You're staying in the Cave until we decide how to handle this best."
As if. No sooner had Bruce declared him under lock-down than he'd escaped, took to the skies (a tiny, strange bird with a red underbelly and a grey back and claws on its wings, not a Pokemon you'd ever see again in your life). Blüdhaven is maybe a half hour's flight away, and Grayson's apartment easy to find, even if he'd only ever visited by car. He dives down, alights upon the window ledge, and whacks insistently at it with a wing, claws leaving scratches in the glass. ]
Grayson!
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Even for a Pokemon, his taxonomy is bizarre. Talia, without a doubt, played god with her son's genes.
For now, he clings, a comfortable weight, and tosses his head -- half annoyance, half preening. ]
No. That's a side project, for when I'm bored.
[ Just building robotic exoskeletons in his spare time, whatever. ]
I call it-- [ He whips his tail, throws out his wings, in emphasis, feet digging into Dick's sleeve to hold on. ] --Oblivion Wing! Originally, it was Death Wing, but Father said no.
[ (Sometimes Damian passes, convincingly, as a twenty-year-old man, given his language and maturity. Other times, it's painfully obvious how young he really is. Death Wing, really?) ]
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Oblivion Wing?
[His voice was part ways between amused and incredulous, though mostly the prior. "Oblivion Wing" was about the most ten year old thing he'd ever heard, and he'd been there when Wally an Garth were make up ridiculous attack names themselves,
He belayed continuing the conversation for a moment when the Italian Restaurant on the other end answered-- "One large vegetarian margherita pizza, fresh tomatoes and no sauce please--" and quickly placed his order before he hung up the gear and looked at Damian again.]
'Death Wing' does sound a lot more like something that's gonna bring about the end of the world. [What, is it too soon for jokes--]
How's it work?
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Laugh it up, Grayson, I'll use it on you.
[ He'll bring the pain. Wipe the floor with you. Nothing but cumulus fluff. ]
Oblivion Wing-- [ He glares. ] --is a move that inflicts significant damage, while regenerating myself.
[ Vastly different from other offensive-healing moves, of course. It has its own unique look that's all his. Violet, shocking.
He preens, smoothing down his feathers. ]
Anything it touches withers, or turns to stone.
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He was still kind of smirking in amusement at the sound of 'Oblivion Wing' (still totally adorable), but at least this time he didn't comment on it. In fact, the move does sound pretty impressive.] Not bad, Li'l D.
I can't pay for your pizza if you turn me to stone, though. So how about you save that for a last resort.
[Seriously. Don't.]
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That's right, Grayson. Recognize: it's very impressive.
(And he'd only turn a little of you to stone. Doctor Thompkins can heal it just fine.) ]
Combined with my perfect EVs -- [ Genetic. Superiority. ] -- it can be devastating.
[ Which is just how he likes it. ]
I'll spare you for now, considering you did order the correct pizza.
[ How gracious of him, how merciful. His weight shifts on Dick's arm before he hops off, changing back to land easily on his feet, straightening out his shirt. Nobody really takes to swapping forms as naturally as Damian does; Talia never discouraged him, not like most parents would.
(It's impolite to switch so frequently, especially in conversation, and the rule of thumb is to stick to the human side most of the time, but he turns up his nose at all of that.) ]
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He didn't swap back and forth like Damian did nowadays, but he didn't take offense to it-- he'd spent enough of his life in the wild, and what was considered 'rude' here was pretty commonplace in a travelling circus. When he was a kid he probably spent most of his time as a Swablu sitting on Alfred's head while he was cooking.
He pushed away from the kitchen counter, strolling back over to the living room before he flopped back on the couch. Maybe not the wisest decision when Damian was probably raring to go, but they at least had to wait for the pizza.]
Get too devastating and you'll fill up hospital beds instead of jail cells, you know. [Y'know the opposite of what they were aiming for??]
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[ He sniffs, disdainful. Not like Dick lives on the very outskirts, either. It's not even two a.m., yet -- he'd be more surprised if there wasn't an open Italian place.
Raring to go is a good way to phrase it. The possibility of going out on patrol, especially after Bruce had announced that he was benched until further notice, has him as close to bouncing off the walls as a kid like him gets: a restless walk-around, fidgeting with Dick's stuff and poking his nose into everything in the apartment, television no longer affording a suitable distraction.
(This is why child-owners should walk their hellspawn every night.)
His retort comes from somewhere down the hall. ]
I don't see that problem with that. As long as I'm not filling up morgues, right?
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[He loves the 'haven, he really does. But Dick has always been set apart from the tastes and preferences of Bruce, Tim and Damian. He grew up poor. He liked the grit and grime of the streets instead of the clean tiles and caviar of some downtown penthouse. He wasn't born here, but Bludhaven feels like home. Not... quite the case with a bunch of his other friends and family.
But he was used to Damian's antsy-ness at least. At this point he hardly even batted an eye, and instead made himself comfortable, nudging himself into the soft back of the couch cushions as if he was actually nesting right now. Fill up stomachs, then patrol.]
Think of it this way; even if they're injured, it's a lot easier to break out of a hospital than a prison, don't you think?
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Just making himself right at home. ]
Not if both their legs are broken.
[ Perfectly logical. Damian has no qualms about swinging himself up over the back of the couch to drop down onto the cushions next to Dick. He's quiet for all of thirty seconds, back to watching the television with a bored face and restless fidgeting, before piping up again. ]
Did you know that Great Danes make excellent apartment animals?
[ Even a blind man could see where this conversation was going. ]