008 ✞ [VIDEO]

[unetrustworthy]

[It took nearly three tries after stumbling out of bed for Midii to remember the proper button-pushing procedures, and clearly even longer to realize (and subsequently not care) that her hair was still a mess. A mess she was now publicly broadcasting, completely with a stiffened yawn and weary rub at her eyes.]

[Still clinging to the 24+ hours sleep she had unexpectedly succumbed to, her voice was groggy. Her mind, unfocused. Her words, uncensored.]

I fell asleep in the park. I think. But then I woke up here. I...don't remember anything else since then.

[There had been...a little girl crying. She remembered that much. What happened to that little girl? The paranoia began to sink in, and despite herself, she visibly frowned. Suddenly nervous.]

Is this another one of those magic things that keep happening around here?




((ooc: Midii was one of the people attacked by Bakura's summons. Her memories are a bit groggy at the moment, but as time passes, she might remember more and more of the incident.))

Comments

[demon_brat]

[ Paaaause. ]

>Tt.<

I am aware that such a situation is very highly unlikely, of course.

[ Yeah, she's definitely better. He has no idea how to react to that. ]

[unetrustworthy]

Of course.

[There might be the slightest twinge of pride at knowing she'd gotten the better of him. If only for a second.]

Are you saying there's no superstitions you believe in at all?

[demon_brat]

None that I am aware of.

[ Beat. ]

Though there may be facts that I know which would be superstitions to others, or in different worlds. [ He spreads his arms. ] There is no Green Lantern corps in Bean's world. Such a group would be a superstition for him, and yet I know they are real, where I come from, and here as well.

[ Ditto zombies, but Green Lanterns are a less complicated examples, right? ]

[unetrustworthy]

[Unless you started getting into Aya's existence. Otherwise...maybe?]

There are no Green Lanterns where I come from, either. Or people with powers.

[Which didn't detract from his point at all.]

Couldn't that apply to other superstitions too, then? What might be real to us wouldn't be to somebody else. Or what seems completely absurd could be as real to another person as breathing.

[demon_brat]

But in the worlds where there are people with powers, they are not a superstition.

[ The conclusion is simple, really. ]

Rather than collect superstition with the hope that I may at one point or another be on a world where they are true, I would prefer to learn the facts about the worlds I go to and operate by them, instead. It would still be more precise, would it not?

[unetrustworthy]

You're assuming every world operates on Fact alone.

Even Keelai doesn't always.

[After all, they've had their ages changed...watched people shape-shift right before their eyes...among other unbelievable things happening daily....]

[demon_brat]

[ ... as far as Damian is concerned, all those things are based on facts. ]

Does it not? Or do you not know all the facts yet? I am certain that I do not all of them.

[unetrustworthy]

[And that was where they differed on the subject.]

...well, if you don't, then I can't imagine there's anybody who does.

[demon_brat]

... there have been people who have been here far longer than me.

[ Yeah, his definition of facts simply included more things. He'd lived with them all of his life, simple as that. Well, lived with some of them, obviously. ]

I would guess the Emperor would. From the foreigners, Annabeth Chase would be a good source of information, should I not be available.

[ Because that was totally a question that needed answering, right? ]

[unetrustworthy]

[It...wasn't one she would have thought to ask. Even though it should have been.]

You mean...if you end up getting sent home.

[demon_brat]

Or if I am hurt and incapable to answer.

[ He was special, like that. ]

[unetrustworthy]

If it wasn't something I needed to know right away...['or something that could help you']...I could wait for you.

[demon_brat]

[ Damian blinked at her. It was... odd. Nobody waited for him, nobody really had time for it. That was the life they led - that was why he had actually tried to intensify his training program, after becoming Robin. Because when things were happening, there had to be - everything had to be accessible. Available. So that, eventually, they could come back to the clean-up and helping each other recover. So this was... ]

If the delay will not put you in danger, that would be appreciated.

[ Almost I would like that. Almost. ]

[unetrustworthy]

[The truth of the matter was simple enough. She trusted him. More than she would trust somebody she didn't have experience talking to. His word had more value to her than most. Emotions aside, even Damian would be able to appreciate that logic.]

[If she ever managed to express this to him.]

But...I'll keep the names you give me in mind too. Like you said, just in case.

[demon_brat]

[ He would appreciate the logic, but also be disturbed by it. When it came to some things, to some people, to analyzing data, Damian considered himself trustworthy. In the context of Midii, of some other people, of being careful or considerate or doing the right-right thing? Not so much. He was... he was reliable. But not necessarily trustworthy. ]

[ As to the subject at hand, he nodded. ]

That would be the wisest course of action. Having back-up plans is important, and even more so here.

[unetrustworthy]

[She nodded, turning her focus back to her small meal in front of her. Already more than half finished.]

And thank you.

For this.

[For the meal. For bringing her back to her quarters. For continuing to take care of her.]

[demon_brat]

Of course.

[ It's what he does. Or what he's supposed to do. Isn't it? ]

How are you feeling?

[unetrustworthy]

Better.

I still wish I knew what happened to me, though.

[The not knowing was actually worse than what she did know. Because there was little she could do to stop it from happening again.]

[demon_brat]

[ Damian nodded, then, after a thoughtful moment. ]

What do you recall?

[unetrustworthy]

Nothing.

I've tried, but it's all a blank. I was in the park, and then...I woke up here.

[demon_brat]

[ He nods, the blue eyes steady on her. ]

What time did you go to the park? What other people did you see?

[unetrustworthy]

Morning, I think. I was there for a while. It was nice out.

And I don't remember seeing anybody I recognized. It was mostly local kedan. Kids playing in the park. Maybe a few foreigners, but none that I know.

The last thing I remember...I was talking to somebody. I can't picture them, and the voice is distorted in my head. Like I'd already been drugged at the time.

[demon_brat]

Do you remember if that somebody came to find you, or if you went to them?

[ He was attentive, but not pushing - even if his jaw was tightened, a little. ]

And did you eat or drink anything, while you were there? Even if it was a while before you talked to that person.

[unetrustworthy]

The last time I ate was before I went out.

And...I was sitting on the bench...so I don't think I went to anybody. Whoever it was, they found me.

[demon_brat]

That is more than nothing. I shall look around the spot where I found you for any traces - that they, or possibly substances used, may have left. If that is acceptable.