[voice; action]

[seriouslytwisted]

[voice]

[Exploring and ninja-ing around is turning up a whole lot of dead ends and questions with no answers, so now Raphael is going to try his last resort.

Conversing with strangers.

Making sure he has his voice only function on (pretending that little SNAFU with it in his earlier conversation didn't happen) he reluctantly addresses his fellow...strand-ees.]


Okay, seriously. How many of you people actually buy that "you are in the in-between" story?

[the mystic new-age voice for the quote helps set the atmosphere, yes it is necessary]

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[action]

[Before this post, Raphael will be swimming around in the Water Sector, trying to keep as hidden as possible but needing to surface to breathe and also sneak back up onto the docks occasionally when he can't cross sections in water. He's a stealthy little bugger, so the average Joe might miss him, but anybody with serious training or extra-sharp senses might find him.

...or you might catch him when he's losing his temper and angrily kicking over a barrel after talking to yet another tree-hugging native yokel, whatever.]

Comments

[seriouslytwisted]

Look, I know where Africa is and stuff, I'm not an idiot. If we're on a giant turtle swimming around, we're probably in one of the two really big oceans. Which means if I know where, I can figure out how to get back to New York. Obviously.

[backwordscompatible]

[A sigh. She'd been trying to go the logical route until now, but since that wasn't working, might as well drop the pretenses.]

You still don't get it, do you?

We're on a giant turtle. In a land really, really far away that nobody in the entire City recognizes. With different lands and different constellations and everything.

...we're most likely not even on Earth anymore.

[seriouslytwisted]

[And Raph is about to scoff at that when he remembers what Mr. O'Neil said about the Krang coming from another dimension.]

...that's not true. I'd remember if I left freakin' Earth.

[backwordscompatible]

What do you remember?

[99% chance it was the same thing everybody else remembered. Which was waking up being pulled from the water, or on the back of some cart.]

[seriouslytwisted]

I was fighting this...guy with my brother, and I got smacked into a wall and everything got fuzzy. Then I was getting dragged out of the water.

[There's no way he's in a different dimension. How the hell does he get home from that?]

[backwordscompatible]

And the part where things got fuzzy and you blacked out couldn't explain the missing memory?

[seriouslytwisted]

No, because-

[Because he doesn't WANT that to be true.]

-because that's not the kind of thing you sleep through. Besides, I've gotten hit harder than that and woke up like two seconds later.

[backwordscompatible]

What if "two seconds later" was when you were being pulled out of the water?

Magic can work instantaneously sometimes.

[And she finally used the M word. Waiting to see how he would react; if he couldn't understand the idea of alternate worlds, she had a strong sense that he would flip over the thought of her anti-science.]

[seriouslytwisted]

[AT LAST something he can use to hide his fear and worry]

Oh yeah, of course, magic. Why didn't I think of that? Magic.

[backwordscompatible]

[Nope. The sarcasm doesn't even phase her. She was expecting denial, and really, this was about as good an opening as any.]

[Smiling to herself, she pushed back in her chair a little so that he could get a better view of her full form. Not even getting up as she called out a spell--]

EMIT ROF A EGNAHC!

[--that engulfed her in a sudden gust of wind, leaving behind a decidedly different outfit all of two seconds later.]

See what I mean?

1/2

[seriouslytwisted]

[What the fuck is that like German or some shit-]

[seriouslytwisted]

...so you use magic to change your clothes.

Useful.

[backwordscompatible]

[Sigh. Everyone's a critic.]

You want something bigger?

[seriouslytwisted]

No. Look, this is beside the point! The point is that we're not dead, and there's a way home.

What, you can't just magic yourself out of here, Houdini?

[backwordscompatible]

Zatanna, actually.

[Somehow, she manages to refrain from attempting to hex him through the screen. If only because she's already had this conversation before. A lot. Too often.]

Because my powers are no where near as strong as those of the person who brought us here.

[And then, in a moment of childishness:]

Duh.

[seriouslytwisted]

Oh right, sorry, must've skipped that chapter in the "Magic is real and completely useless" handbook.

[backwordscompatible]

[Excuse you.]

You know, I'm trying to play nice and fill you in on what's going on around here, but if you're going to be this rude, then I don't care what Committee I'm on. I'm out of here.

[seriouslytwisted]

Wh- [no but]

Fine! I didn't ask you to fill me in anyway!

[raph stop]

[backwordscompatible]

Suit yourself.

[She starts pulling her chair back towards the console to turn it off.]

[And she will, too.]

[seriouslytwisted]

I will.

[and two days later he's gonna feel super jerky about it, but for now he watches zatana leave and then storms around to kick some things in his suite

UGH]