Who: Damion, Cameron
Where: outside the town hall
When: early-ish morning
Rating: R
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Damion begins his exploration of DM, and is threatened by Cameron, though he walks away unscathed.
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And when everything that you do loses beauty // When everything's taboo and unkind // And the only thing you ever dream of is sharpening knives )
She'd been coming to speak with Ice, but this put a damper on that; her scans indicated a lack of any other life forms in the building save the pair before her. Face entirely void of emotion or anything else, she scanned him as well, though it was less for who he was - she knew that much - and more for what she was dealing with here.
"You should not be here," she added.
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He glanced over to Nenael as the angel stepped past them. Well, he wasn't going to tie him down; let him have his fun as well.
"I am Damion Cohen, and who might you be?" he inquired politely, as if he were nothing more than another newcomer to this particular bubble. He was aware of Belle fluttering against his mind ... but he could keep her out and he knew she'd give up on him after a bit.
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Perhaps that would gain her more trouble than she was bargaining for, but Cameron wasn't one to keep up a pretense, especially one as ludicrous as this. He wasn't supposed to be here; he was meant to be on the other side. The fact that he appeared to have replaced Ice did not bode well.
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He studied Cameron for a moment, replaying the day they'd invaded. She was one of the triplets, though he didn't think she was --
-- oh that was right. She'd broken the boy's wrists. His grin broadened as he recalled that. "How's your ... boyfriend, is it?"
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"He's fine," she said coldly, "He made a full recovery."
She had half a mind to break Damion's wrists for bringing it up, and she wondered just what he was capable of. She didn't have to worry about being hurt herself, of course, but if he took it upon himself to act out at Jake, that would be a different story.
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It was interesting, and while he pondered that and looked around, he was perfectly aware of the girl, where she was, and what she was doing.
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"Leave him be," she ordered, aware that this was not a tactically sound move at all yet finding it difficult to pay attention to that fact.
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Still, he did put up a shield of sorts; he shifted his throat to scales so that she couldn't crush it. Still, it was a close thing, and that had him annoyed.
Though he hadn't really planned on singling anyone out today, he thought he might make a point of finding the girl's boyfriend and doing a bit more than breaking his wrists.
Snarling, Damion glared at Cameron. "You might want to watch who you give orders to," he rasped at her. "Might not be your best idea."
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"I am not afraid of you," she informed him as if she were discussing the latest television show or the weather, "You cannot hurt me."
Though he could hurt Jake, and she considered that - worried, almost - but she could defend him, if need be.
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"Fair enough," he said as he fixed his dark eyes on her. He was tempted to test that theory ... and later, he might. He'd simply have to find the right way to go about it.
"So now that you've had your say, are you going to let go of me, or are we going to stay like this all day?"
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"Behave yourself," she countered evenly.
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He, of course, had no intention what so ever of behaving today. In fact, he intended to tear things up as much as he possibly could - but he had to see how much of his power worked, and whether or not his blade was hanging around somewhere.
Though he didn't need the blade for what he meant to do today, he'd still rather have a weapon or two at hand. But he supposed his mother had an ample stash of them - and he knew most of her styles. It shouldn't be a problem to arm himself today.
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While he didn't have the normal tics some of the humans would have, there was still something about his expression, the way he spoke, that informed her of that.
"I will be watching," she informed him lightly.
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Which was fine by him. He could see how they operated. Where the weak links were. Who the real powerhouses were. Who could be pulled over to his side. He trusted at least a couple could be lured - or lured back.
"Do have a pleasant day, Miss Phillips," he said before he turned back to the town hall. He was highly inclined to raid his mothers weaponry - and to see if he could find her poisons.
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