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[h2][color=orange]Damon[/color][/h2]
location: Stark tower roof top
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Damon inhaled and rubbed his face somewhat. Lately he had been out of touch...avoiding people more then usual and really seeming almost like he hadnt even been there lately.Which was not technically wrong...he had been lost in thoughts more then usual and now he had come back to himself...he was pretty sure that if anyone had noticed they probably didnt think much of it anyway...he hoped. He had been doing weird things to try and see his limits. For example..what would happen if he covered up the tattoos with makeup. The result...they get upset and when they appear a skin colored tattoo animal is a lot more freaky then the tribal furred version. The other side was how often he had been seen with a sketch book and headphones, making him even more unreachable then before. Whatever he was sketching in there was a mystery at best.

And now Damon seemed a lot more into his mind because well excitement at the mansion. New people he could avoid...new people that were from the future he couldnt exactly ignore. It was an odd situation at best and he found himself listening but not imputing as usual. Of course the exciting events on the blackbird left him pretty much useless and not able to come up with any solutions for that. Instead remaining silent through that and if his input had been asked for he would have added. Instead he found himself absent mindedly scratching at his arm...specifically where the dragon tattoo was. A recent odd habit that he had no idea the reason for its development. Dammit he hated being useless. His arrows would do nothing against a robot and all of his tattoos were animals that would be easily killed by them. Except maybe the dragon but given the difficulty to control it that was a 50-50. Harder scratch and a huff from him as he had ended up watching.

Slowly, he fully left his thoughts and looked at stark tower. He really needed off of this plane and well onto the roof he went rolling his shoulders as he did. At least he had his bow arrows and bag with supplies...and sketch book. Another shoulder roll as he looked from person to person at the team that was here. He felt like an outsider...which had never hit before until now. Did the new people even know who he was? he doubted it especially since he didnt really know them. Perhaps he needed to change just a bit. Get to know people be more in the team...more present. Now if only he wasnt so damn socially awkward and hed be able to start doing that. His hands slid into his pockets and well...he seemed quite the awkward tattooed guy with his hair more disheveled then usual and a 5 o clock shadow upon his face. Everyone was already talking he didn't want to interrupt...