Damien Mitchell

32, Hell-Fire Manipulation, English.

[incorrectconstantine]

[bcutifclsoul-deactivated2016072]

“ I’m not the poster child for morality here, bucko. “ Illyana said, thrusting her hands deep into her pockets. “ But there is something to be said about lighting someone on fire and walking away. “

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

“Well, it’ll teach ‘im not to be such a fuckin’ cock next time then, won’t it?” He asked. 

[ggeasv-blog]

“ already did. ” he placed the bottle back on the table, sliding it towards damien.  “ whatcha drinkin’ to anyway? ”

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

“I'm jus’ drinkin’ to the fact that there’s somethin’ to drink,” he responded with a slight chuckle, reaching for the bottle as the other slid it towards him again. “Thanks kid.”

[cvrrowiisms]

So as it turned out, Ezra had missed quite a bit during their little dance with death. Businesses –legitimate and not-so-much– were moved around or gone entirely. It was entirely too easy to get turned around now. Which they did, and spectacularly so. They were going to try their hand at getting the bartender inside to at least point them in a familiar direction, but the sudden commotion outside was far more interesting.

“So. Not used to those comments or just too dumb to not walk away from it? Stupid white men aren’t worth the time of day. Then again…that would beg the question of why I’m talking to you…Ah, well. Three cheers for hypocrisy.” They just shrugged. That was far from the first time they’d seen an encounter like that, but the result was…interesting to say the least. 

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

“I’m well used to ‘em. Doesn’t mean I should have to stand for ‘em though. People need to start learnin’ that they can’t get away with whatever the fuck they want to say,” he responded with a slight shrug. Damien didn’t like to take shit from anyone, and he wanted to make sure that people knew that too. 

“Well by all mean, jog on then. I ain’t makin’ you stand ‘ere and talk, am I?” He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he spoke. 

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

Damien wouldn’t say he was a particularly hostile man- that is, unless the occasion arose and boy, did it arise today. After a conversation with a particularly charming, rather drunk gentleman where he had been told to (in much less polite terms) go back to his own country, Damien thought it only fair for things to get a little heated. While he did try to walk away from the other man a couple of times, he clearly wasn’t having any of it. So with a quick snap of his fingers, the ends of the other male’s jeans because engulfed in flames and the Englishman simply pushed past him, ignoring the other’s yells as he attempted to put the fire out. 

As he walked past, he noticed someone who had been watching the scene unfold now staring at him. Damien just gave them a small shrug of his shoulders. “That arsehole deserved it.”

[bcnishedkree]

   “ Guess I’ll have to take your word for it. ”

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

“’An’ anyway, there are worse things ya could be called.”

[incorrectconstantine]

[bcnishedkree]

   “ so — i should just let them say what they want without argument? ”

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

“Jus’ brush it off. People’ll get bored of it eventually.”

[bcnishedkree]

   “ i’ve kinda had it with the — fucking cockroach jokes, you know? ”

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

“The more ya complain, the more people are gonna make fun of ya, kid.”

[alisonxdazzler-deactivated20160]

“I’m the best there is at what I do. And what I do is roller skate.”

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

“...and ya tellin’ me this because?”

[inkscvping]

“they’re normally friendly creatures, so i doubt it’d really go rogue… and what’s a whale without any water?” he asked, before smiling slightly. “…alright, sounds great.”

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

“Hey, I dunno how ya weird creations work. Ya whales might not need water,” he responded with a slight grin and a shrug. “C’mon then.” Damien clapped the other mutant on the shoulder before starting to lead the way down the street. 

[inkscvping]

“it’s just… a lot of notes i have for my future projects. like i’m planning to make a clay whale, then i’m working on a mutant sculpture and… yeah. it was just important to me, mainly…” he rubbed his lips together before steadying himself and looking at the englishman. “…do you still want that drink?”

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

Damien raised his eyebrows a little. “Clay whale? Jus’ to be clear, if that one goes rogue, I certainly ain’t gonna be chasin’ it down with ya. I’ll be outta here,” he replied with a slight chuckle. “O’ course. I always want a drink.”

[ggeasv-blog]

“ twelve? ” he scoffs, taking a large gulp and sighing heavily as the burn settled in his stomach. “ yeah, on a scale of 1 to 10.  cute of ya’ to notice, fireball. ”

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

Damien just snorted a little and shook his head. “Don’t flatter ya’self.”

[hcntersmarked-blog]

“frankly, you don’t want to hear it ?? funny, because i don’t recall asking you to listen.”

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

“Yeah well with a loud mouth like the one ya’ve got, it’s ‘ard to tune it out.”

[ggeasv-blog]

“ technically, i’m taking back what’s mine.  see this? ”  he turns the bottle, showing off the ‘L’ he’d written with a blue marker earlier.  “ have some fuckin’ manners, man.  shit. ”

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

Damien just gave a slight shrug when he showed him the marking on the bottle. “Are ya even old enough to drink? Aren’t ya like twelve?”

[inkscvping]

“it shouldn’t have gone too far…” he muttered, looking around himself, keeping an anxious and fast pace. “i-i normally don’t lose these things, normally they just sta-” he was cut off by something hitting him in the back of his head, and then, all of the sudden, the crane he created had hit the floor, struggling to get back up. in quick timing, he picked it up and started to dismantle it, folding it back into plain paper with writing. it looked like almost a blueprint of sorts. “…and there we are. see? it had… a lot of important stuff on it.”

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

Damien nodded as the other spoke, still looking around for this crane. He briefly glanced across at the other, just in time to see the crane heading for him. Before he could actually say anything, it had already collided with his head and ended up on the floor. He let the other grab it and sort it over, peering over at him with a slight curiosity. “Wha’s so important ‘bout it anyway?”

[artdanvers]

“If you’re not doing anything then me keeping you company shouldn’t be a problem, right? I’m Jessie, by the way. Agent Jessie.”

[bxrnbcbybxrn-blog]

“Don’t ya have better things to be doin’ with ya time?”