[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.]

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[seriouslytwisted]

[UGH. THAT. SMUG. TONE.]

Better hope I don't run out of barrels, jerkwad, 'cause maybe I'll decide to kick you around the docks instead!

[notamachine]

How are you gonna kick me around from all the way down there, shorty?

[DEAN NO DEAN STOP]

[seriouslytwisted]

I'd be happy to show you. [Raphael puts his fists up.]

[notamachine]

Down boy. Watch where you point those things. [Dean is maybe starting to get the distinct impression that the turtle-thing is a kid turtle-thing. He's at least a little nicer to child-things.] Could hurt someone.

[seriouslytwisted]

That's the idea. I could use a good warm-up. [Man Leo would've been three kicks into the fight by now. STOP BEING SO PATIENT YOU OLD FART]

[notamachine]

[No. He shouldn't. But it's so easy.] A warm-up? Seriously? You can't just go lie on a rock in the sun for that? [Yes, Dean, super funny.]

later raph will reflect on that idea and probably do it all grumpily.

[seriouslytwisted]

[Okay that's IT.

A clench of fists and teeth is all the warning Raph gives before he bursts into motion; he slips right, grabs Dean's arm and wrenches it behind his back. Not enough to break or even really hurt too much, but enough to throw him off balance so Raphael can slam him onto the dock with his knee to Dean's back. Just pin him Raph, control your temper...uh, control it NOW. Obviously you failed at that a second ago.]

raph sunning himself is the cutest

[notamachine]

[OW

RUDE

Was it really necessary to do that to the arm Dean's dislocated three times? That feels less than wonderful and also Raph just knocked the wind out of Dean. He wheezes. Well done, baby turtle!]

Fuck me, you don't know how to take a joke, do you?

[seriouslytwisted]

[Dude.]

Did you even fight back? [Raph lets Dean go and climbs off of him.] I mean, can you even fight? That was...well, more pathetic than I was even expecting.

[notamachine]

Jesus. [Dean rolls over and sits up, rubbing his arm. Conclusion: Raphael isn't really a threat. Threats don't back off unless they're toying with people. Raph is too baffled to be toying with anyone.] You some kind of turtle ninja, kid?

[seriouslytwisted]

Actually, yeah.

[...]

But flip it. 'Ninja turtle' instead of 'turtle ninja.' Sounds stupid when you say it backwards.

[notamachine]

[...]

Sounds stupid when you say it at all.

[seriouslytwisted]

You're right. Sounds just as stupid as your face hitting the dock. [HAHA. GOT YOU THERE.]

[notamachine]

Yeah, shorty, you're a real comedian. [Dean gets back to his feet and watches Raph for a minute. He's evaluating.] How old are you?

[seriouslytwisted]

[Raph is in a good mood since he floored this guy after he talked trash about him, so he'll actually answer his question.]

Fifteen. Why, takin' a survey of everybody who kicks your butt today?

[notamachine]

[...He isn't even half Dean's age.

...Dean's soft spot for kids is showing.]

You got a family?

[seriouslytwisted]

[Okay now it's getting slightly invasive...if only because Raph's not used to people asking before going AHHH IT'S A MUTANT FREAK or KILL THOSE MEDDLESOME TURTLES or something]

Why, you writin' a book? What's with the questions?

[notamachine]

[...Yep, kid's got a family.] Just curious, relax. You throw a guy into the ground, I think I deserve something in return.

[seriouslytwisted]

You were kind of asking for it.

[But yeah, he's kind of got a point. You really only get away with throwing family to the ground; strangers is something different.]

All right, fine. I got three brothers and a father. Anything else?

[notamachine]

Three? Damn. [Dean gives himself a little shake.] And I thought one was bad enough.

[Okay. Kid turtle-thing definitely not a threat, just sulky. Sulky is fine. Annoying, but fine.] My name's Dean.

[seriouslytwisted]

[Raphael folds his arms and glares, just to prove Dean's observation about his sulkiness.]

...Raphael.

[And maybe because he's THAT desperate for something familiar, that he's even considering discussing things with a complete stranger -at least he can beat this stranger up so he won't be a danger to his family- he's gonna ask,] You've got a brother?

[notamachine]

[Awww, his lower lip sticking out and everything. Ain't he a cutie. Dean almost likes him. Doesn't trust him for shit, but almost likes him. Almost.]

Got a nerdy little asshole of a brother, yeah.

[God, he hopes Sam is okay.]

[seriouslytwisted]

Yeah, I know that feeling.

[Another pause. Stiiiill not sure.]

He show up here with you?

[notamachine]

No. [Not that anyone Dean's talked to has seen and not that Dean has seen himself, anyway. So no is probably the right answer.] And I hope he doesn't.

[seriouslytwisted]

Wait, what? Why? [The only thing Raphael can think about is finding his brothers, if they're here, or getting back to them.]