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Untitled
Date of Scene:	09 July 2020
Location:	Men's Dorms - Titan's Tower
Synopsis:	A meal shared between friends and fellow warriors. The dog can join in too.
Cast of Characters:	Damian Wayne, Samuel Morgan

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Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian had been working on the problem of Brainiac for the last weeks. The timer was counting down, and an attack by Brainiac was days away, if he was to be believed.

  Damian was in his room, taking a moment to reflect and meditate, about the only other thing he did that wasn't mission-focused.

  He didn't have to be masked in here, and he wasn't. The few Titans members that knew who he was also knew he kept his identity secret for a big reason.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Days have passed without anyone seeing Techno out and about. Both Sam and Victor have been spending so much time in the labs that they they might as well have put down roots, and in Techno's case the only time he seems to leave those levels of the tower is to head to the gym or the Danger Room. He's taken to training hard, as he had done for years now before an important mission. Aside from Bear being glimpsed sitting outside of a door and gently warning away visitors, one might even have started to suspect that Sam had left the tower completely.

    But it can't all be training all the time, and with mere days before Brainiac's self-declared deadline expires, the teenager is finally showing his face again. Well, almost. For the moment it's hidden behind a tray of food piled high enough that it could cause local shortages in any less well provisioned base. Which means that the knock on the door is done with the toe of his boot.

    At the same time, he seems to have timed his arrival so that no other Titan is around to see him go to Robin's room. Some secrets are harder to keep than others, and he's using every trick he's ever learned to keep this one.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian stands from his knees before approaching his door. Placing the green mask packed with technology on his face.

  the door hisses open, and Robin stood there, in mostly casual clothing. He was told his uniform needed a wash. Little did he admit that he only had the one here. There would have to be a trip back to Gotham in his future.

  The masked boy looked at Sam, and then the tray of food in his hands. "Come in." He said plainly, allowing Bean inside.

  His room was very sparse. He had a futon rolled up at the side of the room, and the other requisite things a Titan room had. TV, Computer, and a desk to the side of the room, along with a chair. There was a table in the middle of the room, but it was very short, an Asian inspired one, where one sits on the floor. Three swords adorned the walls, one was the normal one he used in combat, another was similarly styled, showing a lot of wear, and one on the bottom a scimitar in a ceremonial style. Even if he wasn't in the League anymore, he still showed respect to his past.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Wordlessly, Sam slips inside the room and walks the tray over to the table. Bear follows him in, and gives Damian a happy wag of his tail, the shepherd always happy to see his other favorite human.

    In a practiced motion, Sam kneels down and puts down the tray, then folds his legs under him and sits crosslegged at the low table, clicking his tongue to summon Bear to his side and indicates where the friendly dog should sit. He's from a completely different background, and yet he seems to understand the way Robin's room has been set up. "I'm sorry. I haven't had a lot of time to come visit."

    In fact, he doesn't seem to be dressed for a visit either, in loose training pants and a sleeveless shirt that shows both the scars on his arms and the scorpion tattoo he never had removed. "But I had a look at your training schedule, and figured you wouldn't mind a bite to eat right about now."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian walks to his table, and once the door is removed, so does his mask. "Not every day an alien threatens your entire planet." Obviously he is not holding a grudge over it.

  "Hello Bear." He says, looking down at the dog and giving him a pet. Yes, he talks to the animals. Not that they talk back. He just is intuitive in a small way. Giving animals more credit than most.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "We can hope not." Sam jokes, a bit heavily, taking the cover off the tray. It's a simple enough affair, two generous helpings of Sui Mai and Gyoza in three different fillings with the requisite rice vinegar, a heaping of fried rice... and two small bowls of salt. Cutlery of choice is of course chopsticks, which are unfortunately of the cheap wooden variety, betraying that this is most likely a takeaway order that's had some work put into being presented more appealingly.

    Bear lays down next to the table, where can be petted just as easily by either human, a gentle presence readily on hand. Damian earns himself a very earnest 'Whurf' in response to the greeting, and several furious tail wags.

    And then comes the strangest question "Would you share salt with me?".

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian looks to Sam, the question at hand was certainly odd, for anyone else. But a brow raised, and his mouth forms to a small smile. "You and I have kissed. We have fought in battle before. We may share salt." He offers, a small chuckle follows.

  "Admittedly, I have been hungry." He takes a pair of chopsticks and looks everything over. "Thank you." His green eyes meeting Sam's.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    With some ceremony, Sam's fingers dip in the small bowl of salt and brings some to his tongue, swallowing it down with a smile. "So it is."

    He waits until Damian has picked up his chopsticks before picking up his own, finally relaxing a bit more. His own blue eyes look into his friend's green ones, holding the gaze for a bit. "Let's eat while we still have a chance. Hope you like it, it's from a place I got shown a while back." Yup, he's still bad at the whole small talk thing around Damian, finally looking down at his own food to snap up the pork gyoza.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian isn't one for small talk either. But the meal is enough of a gesture.

  Gyoza are delicious, after all, and rice is always good with veggies and fried. Shu-mai as well.

  "It is very good, much better than field rations or the nutrition bars in our belts." Batman's source of proteins and carbs in a bar. They don't taste great, but they will stave off hunger for a long time, and allow you to perform at peak ability when you have been without.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I remember those. Meals, ready to eat... three lies for the price of one." There's a grin at the old joke, one shared among anyone who has ever had to survive on MRE's in the field. "Guess they had to find some use for all that cardboard."

    Sam's preference is also for the gyoza, with a delicate dab of rice vinegar. Not the healthiest of food, but he has long since accepted that it's better to eat well end work out more than to try to find a nutritionally balanced meal out here in the 'real world'.

    "So... I've been thinking about what's going to happen. Or, well, what's likely going to happen." He starts off slowly enough, knowing very well that he's committing the sin of talking of serious topics over food, tapping his chopsticks on the plate twice before looking across the small table.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     A gyoza dipped in the rice vinegar before being moved to the mouth. "The League was not much better. An MRE is only somewhat better than foraging and hunting." Damian never liked having to dispatch a rabbit or fowl for it.

  He takes a moment to pause from eating to look back to Sam, interested. "What were you thinking?" At least his interest is piqued.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "That there's no point pretending I'm not going to be called to stand to the Birkenhead Drill." It's punctuated by another gyoza, which is thoroughly savored before Sam continues. Clearly he's put some thought into this, because Bear doesn't seem to detect any change of heart rate or other signs of anxiety in him.

    "We're facing a mostly technological threat with an organic component. I'm a technopath assassin used to taking out high value targets. We both know what I'm going to be asked to do." And he's very matter of fact about it, looking Damian straight in the eyes. "And we both know what the likely outcome of that assignment is going to be. It's okay. I'm ready for it."

    A small smile. "Question is, are you prepared to be Cardigan at Balaclava? Or Custer at Little Bighorn?"

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "You believe we can't win? From all the information I have seen from the others, and what's been shared...the situation is not as dire as that." Damian takes a moment to look over Sam's facial reactions. "The adversary is great. But the sum of all the parts, equal the threat." Damian never minces words, positively or negatively.

  "But, I go into every mission ready to die. This one is no different." Considering this is coming from a young teenager, it would send a shiver down a normal person's spine. Though Sam is no normal person, and that is what Damian had seen in him.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "That's not what I'm worried about." Sam admits, his expression still set in that amiable smile, as if he's discussing nothing more significant than the quality of the food. "We can win. And even if we couldn't, I'd still fight, because the impossible is usually only highly improbable. But I'm like you, I'm ready to die, and in this case it's likely that I will." Yup, fun stuff over dinner between friends.

    "But you're a field commander. I need to know if you're willing to give me the orders when the time comes. You're ready to die, I'm ready to die, but are you ready to send me to my death?"

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian's eyes do not shift in any way. He remains as calm as he had been since Sam showed up.

  "Do you want some sort of sappy emotional speech over how that won't be needed? Most likely not." Damian places his chopsticks down, and returns to look at Sam.

  "I will not hesitate." Said plainly, and as genuine as he had ever been to Techno, or any other Titan. "If I must give that order, I will."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Thanks." Now Sam's smile widens, and he can dedicate more time to eating, exhaling a deep breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding. "I mean, I wasn't really worried about it, but I had to know. If I wanted a speech on how we were all going to come back, no matter what, I'd have gone to Donna. But we both know better."

    Bear looks from one face to the other, tilting his own head curiously. For once, the Shepherd isn't sure what just happened.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "Good." Damian offers, picking up his chopsticks again. Bear however, gets an idle ear scratch while he eats. Because every good boy deserves one.

  "The food is very good, even if it's takeaway." He says, smiling before he digs back in.