Yes. Back home, my job is to... protect others. [Wow, how is he going to explain this without explaining it.] To make sure they're safe from criminals.
Yes, we have law enforcement. I suspect my world may not be very different from yours. We have a judicial system and a government; however... Some criminals are not everyday thugs.
[He seems to fail to understand he’s thirteen.]
I work with a... corporation which oversees the protection of the populace against higher-risk crime.
[The fact he won't!! look up and meet!! her eyes!! sure is something. He's just making sure both of her legs are warm and circulated, and then he stops to keep them wrapped over his leg near his own body and blanket.]
I have special permission. Some may think it's nepotism, but the... business runs in the family.
[ Actually, that makes more sense to her, and it's a little easier to focus on than the fact that Damian is still keeping her legs wrapped and tucked over his leg. ]
[ Well. It makes her think back, to the memory she had experienced-- and the thing about Kisa is that there's not a whole lot that she forgets, for better or for worse. Every last thing the girls at school had said to her, about how she'd looked. How every strike from Akito had felt.
[Really, Damian is a master actor, but there isn't any way he can school his face into not being surprised. He stares, mind doubling back to try to figure out what he had done, what he had left, what he had said that would have been anything like this.
Who he's told--had they said something to Kisa? To other people? Was his trust breached?]
What? [It's firm, but not angry.] How do you know those names?
Not that it... particularly matters, he's come to realize. As much secrecy as he had hoped to have about everything regarding himself, the town throws a wrench in those plans every time.
He looks away, brows together.] They're codenames. [His sigh is foggy when he finally looks back.]
[WHY IS KISA SO SMART. He doesn't know if he should be enthralled or irritated.]
Even here, it's confidential. We never know who is going to be pulled inside this town. It could be someone dangerous from our world. Here, I'm only Damian.
[And then he shifts, sliding her legs off him so he can stand. He offers his hands out to her.]
We need to build a fire. We're even. Don't ever ask me to do something like that again.
[ It's a very meek, contrite answer. Even though she still thinks having to bury Damian was worse than anything, it's true that he clearly wasn't happy with having to help her on this quest. He still had, though, and Kisa quietly appreciates it, even as she lifts her arms to place her palms in his and gathers her legs underneath her to rise with his help.
"Only" Damian, she thinks, as though simply that isn't incredibly amazing. ]
[Gently, he pulls her to her feet with little effort.] Come on. [He untangles from the blanket and wraps it around her, too, with the others. And then he moves to gather up everything else, his clothes included.]
We can stop by the house I arrived in. It's in Bluo. There's a "roommate."
[So even though the boathouse has long been abandoned, he has flight between the Flavo cottage where things are hoarded and a house in Bluo.]
[Damian glances over his shoulder to make a face at Kisa.] What point, exactly, are you attempting to make? I can do both, but I prefer to survey him initially. [What are normal, social human interactions.
The house isn't far. Damian doesn't knock or anything of the like, even if he hasn't spent a terrible amount of time in this place as opposed to a boathouse and a cottage in Flavo.
Just inside the door, he holds up a hand, listening. When he can't discern any movement, he waves her on, leading her into the den so he can try to rouse the fire back to life.]
[ Kisa follows cautiously, more to be polite than out of any kind of fear. She's got nothing more to say in terms of Damian socializing or not, realizing she'd be a bit of a hypocrite, but... maybe his roommate will be another friend for him.
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[ She shifts one leg, head slowly tilting in perplexity. What kind of 13-year-old has a job? ]
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Like... a police officer.
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[ He's thirteen. ]
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[He seems to fail to understand he’s thirteen.]
I work with a... corporation which oversees the protection of the populace against higher-risk crime.
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[ You've lost her, Damian. ]
I didn't think they hired... people like us. [ Kids, she means. ]
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I have special permission. Some may think it's nepotism, but the... business runs in the family.
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[ Actually, that makes more sense to her, and it's a little easier to focus on than the fact that Damian is still keeping her legs wrapped and tucked over his leg. ]
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Father, too. Yes.
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And-- ]
... Batman and Robin.
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Who he's told--had they said something to Kisa? To other people? Was his trust breached?]
What? [It's firm, but not angry.] How do you know those names?
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[ And now it's starting to make more sense. ]
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Not that it... particularly matters, he's come to realize. As much secrecy as he had hoped to have about everything regarding himself, the town throws a wrench in those plans every time.
He looks away, brows together.] They're codenames. [His sigh is foggy when he finally looks back.]
We conceal our identities so no one is harmed.
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[ Ah. Kisa's silent for a moment, peeking out at him from under her blanket. ]
It's... it's okay. I won't say anything.
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Even here, it's confidential. We never know who is going to be pulled inside this town. It could be someone dangerous from our world. Here, I'm only Damian.
[And then he shifts, sliding her legs off him so he can stand. He offers his hands out to her.]
We need to build a fire. We're even. Don't ever ask me to do something like that again.
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[ It's a very meek, contrite answer. Even though she still thinks having to bury Damian was worse than anything, it's true that he clearly wasn't happy with having to help her on this quest. He still had, though, and Kisa quietly appreciates it, even as she lifts her arms to place her palms in his and gathers her legs underneath her to rise with his help.
"Only" Damian, she thinks, as though simply that isn't incredibly amazing. ]
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We can stop by the house I arrived in. It's in Bluo. There's a "roommate."
[So even though the boathouse has long been abandoned, he has flight between the Flavo cottage where things are hoarded and a house in Bluo.]
It's closest, and it will have fire.
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[ She's more inquisitive than accusatory, and she'll follow him in her robe of Many Blankets. ]
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I don't technically. The town just put him there. I've kept tabs on the house I arrived in even if I spend most of the time in the cottage in Flavo.
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[ Granted, he'd really seemed to know his way around that cottage. ]
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To get a feel of what kind of person he is.
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I think... talking with him would be fine, too.
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Then he has the potential to come up with falsifications. It's better to pay attention to what people do rather than what they say.
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[ You know, "be prepared" and all that fun shit? ]
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The house isn't far. Damian doesn't knock or anything of the like, even if he hasn't spent a terrible amount of time in this place as opposed to a boathouse and a cottage in Flavo.
Just inside the door, he holds up a hand, listening. When he can't discern any movement, he waves her on, leading her into the den so he can try to rouse the fire back to life.]
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... She hopes, anyway. ]