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  Fourth Wall Meme

It's the return of the Fourth Wall Meme, and we're opening it for the next full week! paradisa does not allow non-members to post or comment in our main community, so we're offering this as a place to roleplay with our cast. Both character journals and personal journals are welcome, as well as doubles, original characters, AUs, whatever. Not all can be applied to the main game, but they're certainly welcome here.

Premise:
You wake up in a giant, magical castle. Everything is beautiful and the castle grants material wishes. It also provides a magic journal to every resident that allows everyone to communicate with each other like a two-way radio.
 

Format:
[Actions] Dialogue.

IE:
[Mickey Mouse enters the room, and sits down at the kitchen table.]

Gosh, guys, is this place ever swell!

What are you gonna do?

Comments

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[heirdom]

[Damian's been gone for a while. Years, maybe. But still, the castle feels entirely fresh to him, as if he never left. Nothing's changed at all, and that is apparent enough to him as he walks down the halls.

Maybe he never left, he thinks. Maybe he's just woken up from a funny nap, and he never left Paradisa at all. He certainly remembers nothing new from home, but still, there's the distinct feeling that time has shifted. Damian just isn't sure, but the cogs are turning in his head to process it all anyway. Hadn't he just been...?

And then there's his father, poking his head out and calling something Damian doesn't quite hear. What does it matter, really? All Damian registers is that it's his father's voice, and that prompts him to turn around to look and confirm.

Yes, that's his father.

The emotion's still fresh. In a split second, Damian is barreling towards his father with a shout, with the intent to strike out. Damian's never been good at impulse control, least of all when he's worked up.

How dare he die and come back and go away and come back and go away and then come back again, asking him some mundane question.]

[capedcrusading]

[Damian.]

[Part of Bruce seizes up with hurt. He expected to meet all kinds of people, but not his son. The boy is an unfortunate reminder of Talia - what Bruce would have given up for her - but all that is behind them. All he has is an angry, entitled child who's too much like him. (Dick should be here. He'd know.) And Damian looks.. angrier than usual.]

[By now he's acquired civilian clothes, and so when Damian approaches he straightens up, his body language stiff and closed, opens the door slightly more for him to come in and they can speak privately.]

[heirdom]

[Damian doesn't care if Bruce wants him to come in and talk. No, he's too worked up for that –– too emotional, too easily pushed to expressing himself through violence, even these days. Dick's used to it, Dick easily scoops up all that hostility and redirects it into something useful. Bruce? Damian isn't even sure what his father thinks of him, let alone all that.

When Bruce opens the door, Damian just moves in to shove hard. At least he's learned not to throw punches.]

You!

[capedcrusading]

[An anger Bruce recognises, but has no idea what to do with. He's not gentle, and he is not patient, not when it comes to his son. He's trying to, but he's not Dick. Will never be.]

Damian.

[Quiet, and full of force.]

[heirdom]

[Damian is so used to getting snapped at by adults trying to keep him in line that the quiet but stern approach always throws him for a loop. Still, he shoves at his father again, harder this time –– not that it does much, considering how small he is compared to his father and the lack of momentum at this range, but...]

Shut up!

[It's a lot meeker than he intended, suddenly feeling a bit shamed by this kind of outburst, but still rippling with defensiveness.]

You can't tell me what to do.