Train set and match spied under the blind

[bucky_cap]

Who: Capes and associates / tag-alongs / whoever's meeting up with a cape on the train.
When: All of Week 130 / Memory-Swap Week
Where: Infernal Train: Car/Compartment 11
Summary: The Capes set up a substitute HQ in one of the train compartments. Random rendezvous between the Capes and whoever is tagging along with them / popping in for a visit.
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FRIDAY NIGHT | DAMIAN AND TIMOTHY

[bridalgownwings]

[The week has kept him on his toes, he has been busy on and off with the others within the car that they had been calling home for the past three weeks nearly. Reset is on the horizon and everyone seems anxious for it. Over the network, in person, people are active and moving around it seems that it is simply in anticipation for what will come next and idea of actually returning to the white-washed walls of the facility despite the insanity yet beauty this world held. Dangerous to boot, but breathtaking in it's irregular reality, Timothy had enjoyed his time there in moments, but during the last two weeks it had been a problem, an issue and he was sick of the death and the blood, he just wanted to shut down for a moment and pretend it never had all happened.

Still, he was up and moving around. Kept occupied by the others there, he felt like he needed to stretch his legs and had walked the length of the train not one but three times back and forth that evening. It was enough to keep him amused for the time it allowed but he felt like going back, to see who had returned to the car since he had awoke and it was empty.

Long legs carrying him in strides down the aisle, he pushed open the door and stepped forward as he was looking over his shoulder, not exactly focused on what could lie before him on the path.]

[thebat_brat]

Watc--! [Comes a sudden, aggravated noise. Timothy slams into Damian, who was just behind the door, hand drawn out to grab the handle. He's pushed back slightly, his bark at the other cut off as a memory is suddenly ripped from his brain.]

[He’s small. Small hands, small feet, but he’s toned, lean... but still has a childlike lack of attention. His eyes wander before snapping back to the teacher before him. He’s directed to start and Damian’s small hands rise up, bringing up a coiled ring of metal. A pause, although no trepidation, and he draws a leg back behind him before he begins.

He moves fluidly, arms swinging in wide arcs, the sharp jagged metal rings viciously through the air, there are consistent slashes against the floor as he gains momentum, swinging the weapon behind, up, and then around him. As he gains momentum he starts to bob forward, legs moving in tandem as the arcs become more complicated, before the sharp deadly metal is whipped under him. It’s deadly, it’s fluid, urumi is a dance and he’s sweating as he finishes the training run. He looks up for affirmation in the teacher’s eyes, but scowls as he brings up a hand, wiping blood off his cheek. Just one scratch, but he scowls. It doesn’t register he could have taken off his own neck.]

[bridalgownwings]

[He was not expecting it and yes, perhaps he should have been looking where he was going but he had gone the entirety of the trip without ever catching anyone behind the door. Though today he should have thought different, he should have expected it and should have understand the repercussions of the contact when he met the other midway. It was a rush, it was a moment and while it happened in a blink of an eye it was the imagery that hit him like a punch to the face.]

Damian--! [What greets him is a blinding white, a heat and then the memory that rushes through his own mind as if was his own. He is so young and yet there is so much strength, so much talent there and through what he see's that much is obvious. The task seems tedious and difficult but he holds it with dignity in the danger. And just like that--it's over and he takes in a sharp breath.] Shi--

Damian, god--I'm so sorry.

[thebat_brat]

[He feels the memory, so sudden, as though it happened yesterday, not three years ago. He snaps his head to the side, as though trying to slick it away, his arm reaching out.] Look where the fuck you're--! [His palm makes contact against Timothy's chest, pushing him away. It's a foolish thought, a foolish action, because his brain suddenly is accosted by a memory that is not his.]

[bridalgownwings]

Wait--! [Is the only word he gets out before the other shoves him and makes contact, and while Timothy stumbles back it does not prevent the memory that is ripped from his skull and surges through the point of contact to the other. Another sensation of burning and then the memory is pulled--
Rain is sliding down the surface of the car and you enter it, pulling aside the door and then sitting inside. The door shuts and with a glance there is a older woman in the other seat, your mother. She is looking tired and worn-out, music playing in the background with the lights and windshield wipers still on, pushing aside the drops of wetness that collect beneath them. A moments pause and you ask, "where are we going?" as your hand turns off the music.

Your mother implies you'll catch a cold but you'll be a fine. A smile and an attempt to please her with a comment that she looks beautiful even though in reply she does not seem to believe you in the least.

The conversation turns to her job, talking about her frustrations with the line of work in house-to-house sales cosmetics. Yet, the situation falls south when she mentions that she misses your father, in which the only reply that is uttered is "dad's an asshole." An argument arises, your mother claims you were both better off, and you begin to shut down, pretending not to hear her. She states that you did not try, you claim he kicked you out and your mother snips that you must find your friend Frankie a better mother.

"You're my mother! Like it or not."

Silence prevails for a moment before she questions why you are gay, obviously feeling that it is her fault and you can tell by the look in her eyes, the frustration and mild sorrow in her voice as she adds "what did I do?" You state that this is who you are, and she should just find a way to deal with it. The rebuttal starts an outburst from the other side. "Go to hell! I do deal with Timothy, everyday I deal with it! You're not the only one who has it rough around here. Every single day I come out of the closet, just like you. This is just not your problem, it's both of ours and I'm trying."

An awkward silence cuts the scene and the memory fades.]

[thebat_brat]

[And that's not what Damian wanted at all. It's bad enough to have had someone, an outsider, invade his brain, but to be forced to endure a new memory? To feel it like it's his own? He hisses against the pull, the part that's lost in the memory amazed, practically at a loss, to him it seems so... so alien. A door-to-door what? Why would you bother? His brain is moving too quickly, he jumps from thought to thought, tasting and savoring each tidbit of information because he has to endure it. When the memory cuts, and their thoughts break away, Damian takes a quick step back, arms up as though he's about to strike at the other. He's almost out of breath, eyes narrowed-- silence reigns for a moment before he eloquently asks,] ...You're gay?

[bridalgownwings]

[It all causing a splitting headache once it is said and done and as he finally pulls away from it he looks over to the other immediately, watching him carefully and watching those arms, those fists and quietly Timothy is beginning to consider that Damian is always like this--always upset. Still, the idea of his memories now being shared with the smaller does not please him, and nor does it make him the happiest to realize exactly what memory was shared. Swallowing a heavy breath as the other spoke, his attention immediately was focused.] I--

[He ran a hand through his dark hand, straightening his posture once he realized he was not about to be pummeled in anyway.] Yea--yeah I am.

[thebat_brat]

[It's an accurate reading, and his anger is only irked further by his complete inability to get a read on Timothy. Everything is a motive, always! But he can't read this weird bizarre creature before him. A-- high school student? Damian excels in reading and outsmarting drug lords and toppling gang leaders, and occasionally taking part in stopping a zombie invasion. He can't relate.]

...I see. And-- your mother didn't... approve?

[bridalgownwings]

[He does not considered it inability to read, but he is also not as obsessed with these sorts of things like Damian seems to be. Timothy is not open and loud about his sexuality, he is quiet about it and when asked--he s not one to deny it flat out but he still worries about the opinions of these people that he has become close to. Even Damian is on that list in one way or another.] My mother?

No--I mean, I think it just upsets her what happened because of it.

[thebat_brat]

What happened because of it? [He looks confused, and with his brows furrowed he looks... very... child like. The quizzical nature of his stare bringing it out. It also hasn't occurred to him that he's being spectacularly rude. Clearly everyone should answer his questions all the time.]

[bridalgownwings]

[Childlike is not something he would have ever associated with the other but it comes to the conclusion that for how smart Damian is, perhaps he does not know as much as he lets on, he is still young in a way that maybe sexuality has not hit in such a way. Pausing, he takes in a small breath and replies with mild hesitance.] My father kicked me out of the house.

Then he left my mother.

[thebat_brat]

[Damian is a child, and sometimes he is spectacularly childlike. Other times he's very detail oriented. Sometimes it does not take much for him to piece things together, and he looks confused, boggled by what's transpiring. The why and how is curious, and alien, in and of itself, but... the rest?]

[The rest is something he can roll around in his head and somewhat comprehend. He spent a number of years under the impression that he, Talia, and his father would unite as a family. It's what Talia told him. It's what he believed. The feeling of being 'kicked out,' 'kicked away' is something he can comprehend, even if he isn't about to put it to words.]

He kicked you out because you're a homosexual. [Sexuality is a thing not yet digested by his psyche, not on this level. A personal level. The words come out mechanical as he puts the story together.] He left your mother why?