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He steps back into phase inside the house, the window shut, room quiet, the bucket of paint at his feet. Exhales, irritably. He should feel relieved, but that meant somewhere in his heart, he'd been concerned (afraid) about the effects being permanent, and so, nothing happens. There's only the jovial smile on his face, and he rubs his neck sheepishly. About time.

Stretching, he grins at Damian. 'I knew you'd come.'

[Her morning started out like any other. Waking up early. Watching the sunrise with a cup of coffee and breakfast. The air was crisp, a fresh chill brushing past with the wind, and Shayera kept the windows closed. She hated the cold, and if she heard so much as one joke about birds flying south, she'd snap. But for now, she kept a large blanket draped over her like a cloak until a few hours passed, and the weather shifted to a light warmth.

Preferably around noon. Her blanket had long since been discarded, replaced instead with a comfortable looking fuzzy jacket. But even despite the cold, Shayera didn't want to stay cooped up in her suite all day. Or for all of autumn and winter, for that matter. No, she wanted to be out flying because as unpleasant as the weather made her, there was just something... refreshing about the chill. So a little after twelve, Shayera gives Kyle a tap on his shoulder, still very much bundled up in her jacket.] Want to go out for a flight, maybe get some lunch on the way?

Between searching for information on the off-phasing, and now seeking out the culprit for these... losses so that they could find a way to reverse them? Damian has not been getting much of any kind of rest.

While Kyle doesn't know fear? The changes in Damian have gotten him to feel worry far, far more acutely than ever. And he is worried sick. For Kyle. For both Dicks and Father, even. For how vulnerable they all are, now.

But, in this situation?

He strongly suspects that learning more of what is happening directly from Kyle - what happened and what may happen both - can take priority. So he shows up on Hol's rooftop, promptly. With two sketchpads - and a small pack, containing pencils, charcoal, and water colors. Choices that the Lantern might make are telling. If they change... that can be telling, too.

"I appreciate that you did come up."

[ Well, if she was in the mood to be positive and upbeat, at least Kyle was back to normal. But she wasn't in the mood at all, it felt like there was some vortex eating all that up. Lincoln was gone. Had been for days now. She had just gone through the days since then like routine, but there were little things that were missing. She couldn't just come home and tell him about the funny person she'd seen, or eat their not-so-terrible takeout for dinner. At least Kyle was back and now she was only down one best friend instead of two. ]

[Jim hasn't slept much in the last few weeks. Most of his meals have been cold leftovers, sandwiches or take-out, and he looks a little like hell. Putting it mildly.

Still. Whenever Kyle shows up, Jim's sitting on the steps outside his suite, arms braced on his knees, hands loosely clasped between them.]

[Several days had passed since her initial meeting with the Honor Guard known as Rayner. All in all, a very pleasant individual and someone Aya enjoyed conversing with. Despite a few of the more unsettling implications made known. Still, that was neither her fault nor his, and certainly no reason not to accept his invitation to resume discussions. Now that she had taken a proper tour of the Turtle.]

[With her flight capabilities, it did not take long to arrive at the Water Sector apartment. Aya had spent an entire afternoon memorizing the residential layouts of every sector. She knew the route without ever having been there previously, and was confident in her steps as she walked up to the door and knocked.]

[Kyle filled up the silences while training - Bruce had never been one for unnecessary words - yet there were moments even he was quiet, concentrating on the fights, learning the movements. He was aware he'd been a slow learner even when Bruce'd taught him to box all those years ago, but now, combined with Damian's training, and Miria's, and Shayera's, he felt a sense of definite improvement, faster. He was certain he could block at least a fourth of the blows.]

[He's quiet, today, after training, and rubbing his wrist, briefly studies Bruce as he looks for the protein shakes.]

I think you can stop going easy on me now.

Damian's stumbling down from his bedroom from his few hours of sleep when he finds an unexpected (though he wouldn't say unwelcome... probably) sight on the living room couch.

One (1) Green Lantern.

His descent on the last flight of stairs is - relatively quieter, just in case Rayner is actually asleep.

[He hasn't seen snow since March, and that's not a time he likes to think about. Sure, he'd had his fun, but at the end of the day it'd been magic snow, and he hadn't exactly been at ease with the fact that it might have affected people, even if it had done nothing in particular to him.]

[After a quick message to Jack, and he takes the spirit's word for it that this time it's all natural (despite seeing it fall, despite knowing what was in front of him). He shivers, as he kicks some of the harder sections that are solid ice, wondering when he'd become like (Damian) this, that he'd had a fleeting moment of doubt now, at people's words. They were dimming, as he saw them. He hated that.]

[He gives up and concentrates on the fact that even under all those layers, the cold bites at his bones and nips his cheeks. Jim teases him for feeling cold, but Kyle hasn't experienced actual cold in a while. New York City is a distant memory, in warm colours, but faded. He'd put it all away when he'd left Earth.]

[Hell, that was why he left.]

[He exhales, watching his breath turn to mist, and rubs his arm, squinting at people playing in the snow. He's picked a higher ridge (tactical advantage, even here there's a war). It has a few blind spots, but maybe even that is playing chess against himself, deliberately seeing how much of Bruce's training he's absorbed.]

[The ring, for the first time, is warm against his skin, and he fiddles with it, as he quickly uses it to pack snow together and make a comfortable chair. He can while away the day here.]

Instead of wasting time, Damian simply washed his upper body at the training safehous and changed his clothes, and then he was ready to return with Kyle to his place.

Which they do.

Of all things, Damian is... looking forward, to learning something he never did, before. Especially after his conversation with Monet, and knowing as much about Malicant as can be known, he thinks it will be a good thing to learn.

And there are few people he would let see what should be behind those wards as easily as Kyle.

[It takes him a long time to go home. It shouldn't, but it does. Jim wanders the city idly, hands in his pockets, trying to sort out the absolute mess his mind's in right now, trying to figure out how and what he's feeling.

The bond Spock forged stays warded. Maybe it's vindictive, but it's equally as much because he doesn't want to hurt him by the depth and breadth of what he's feeling. Jim's always had a knack for feeling things more deeply than a lot of other people, his emotions are wild and passionate and everywhere, filling every crevasse of what he does with their whirlwind force.

But people who burn hotter burn out brighter, too. So he kicks around Keeliai, stops at a few different places to chat up the kedan owners or patrons. He's dreading going back to his suite.

He goes. Eventually. Carrying dinner, and with an apologetic expression for having been AWOL most of the day.]

[ Luckily, the Archive has access to all sorts of recipes and tips and tricks for how to cook a Thanksgiving dinner. And she really wants this to go well since it's for Jim. And Kyle, in a way. But mostly for Jim. So she gets what seems to be the closest thing to a turkey and begins to brine it a few days in advance. She gets potato approximates for mashed potatoes, something similar to kale, nuts, fruits, and ingredients for dough.

Right now the fruit pie (a fruit somewhere between apple and pear) is in the oven, "turkey" is resting before it can be carved, and she's boiling the potatoes while Kyle chiffonades the "kale" which will serve as part of a salad underneath the turkey. She pokes a potato with a fork and nods. ]

The potatoes are almost done.

[The motorcycle is beautiful. All sleek lines and power, and Jim has no idea what to do with it. A kedan mechanic dropped it off earlier, and rather than leave it out in the cold Jim hauled it inside with careful manoeuvring.

He's always had an appreciation for things that go fast, and although this bike doesn't hold a candle to the one he left behind in Riverside, it's still gorgeous. But that doesn't mean he knows who it belongs to, or who the hell knew to bring it here looking for Kyle. There's a part of him that thinks this means someone else has gone home, and his mouth quirks downward at the thought, but he pushes it to the back of his mind. He isn't going to think about it.

Instead, he starts carefully looking over the engine. It doesn't run, but it could with a little work. He doesn't actually do said work, mind. He's willing (and patient enough) to wait for Kyle to get back to yay or nay its presence.]

DAMIAN + JIM;

nov 2nd

After the text conversation - on top of Shayera's suite.

november 12th;

nov 12th