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[seriouslytwisted]

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[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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[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

[notamachine]

[Aww, and they were getting along so well, too.]

Most monsters can talk, but not many of 'em back off when they've got the chance to snap a hunter's neck.

[seriouslytwisted]

Oh my god, I'm not a freakin' monster! I'm a turtle! A mutated turtle. I was bought in a pet shop for god's sake!

[Raph is just SO SICK of running into people who assume they like, eat humans or kill babies or kick puppies. All they want to do is eat and be happy and fight CRIME FOR THE LOVE OF PETE]

I don't have fangs, I don't eat kids, and I don't snap the necks of sorry jerks who expect me to be grateful to them for not putting me down like an animal!

[notamachine]

[SORRY RAPH it is a function of his world. :(]

Last guy who said that was right, he didn't eat kids. He ate his wife. [DEAN THAT IS NOT HELPING OH FFS] No--okay, look. I've learned you gotta assume the worst until you know otherwise. Not doing that gets people killed. Lots of people. So I'm sorry.

[seriouslytwisted]

I saw the gun when I slammed you down, jerkoff. You know the kinds of people who carry them like that? Criminals. The kind of people me an' my brothers beat down so they don't hurt other people.

Maybe you should be grateful that I didn't kick the back of your head in.

[notamachine]

Eh, you wouldn't be the first one to do it. [He does not, notice, deny being a criminal. Yes, Dean does many good things. He also hustles pool and steals cars. ...And is kind of a little bit of a serial killer.]

[seriouslytwisted]

I'm thinkin' about doing it right now.

[It'd make him feel a little better. Maybe.]

[notamachine]

'Course, if you do, I'll probably stuff you in one of those barrels. So there's that.

[seriouslytwisted]

[Sure.]

Lemme make myself crystal clear.

If I hear anything about you shooting up anybody who looks like me or a giant man-rat [not that Dean could even draw fast enough to take out Splinter] then I'm gonna come for you. I don't care what you feel like doing to me, but you hurt my family because you wanna be sure? I'm going to do everything I can to break you even if it kills me.

We're clear on that, right? [Sure, yeah, it's a threat, but if Dean wasn't bullshitting Raph earlier about his brother then he should understand it perfectly.]

[notamachine]

[Dean gives Raph a long, evaluating look. That's the exact kind of thing Dean would say in Raph's position. He can respect that. Dean rises and brushes his hands against his jeans.]

Tell you what, the man-rat, I'm guessing that's your dad. Tell me your brother's names and tell me his name. I bump into any of them before you do, I'll let you know. They'll be as safe with me as Sam is.

[seriouslytwisted]

I don't trust you.

[Raphael folds his arms.]

You wanna help? If you see anybody who matches those descriptions, you tell them Raphael's here. That's plenty.

[notamachine]

[Dean nods. He can't blame Raph for not trusting him, really. He wouldn't.]

Fair enough. I'll do that.

[seriouslytwisted]

...whatever.

[Raph turns away.]

If I hear about anybody named Sam looking for Dean, I'll...do the same.

[notamachine]

Oh, uh. On second thought, you hear about that, maybe you should drop me a message instead of approaching him. Sam's a hunter, too. [Just fair warning, y'know?]

[seriouslytwisted]

Yeahhh, unless he's way better than you, I think I'll be okay.

[notamachine]

...Yeah, Sam probably won't wait to shoot at you like I did. [HE'S NOT BETTER THAN DEAN, THOUGH.]

[seriouslytwisted]

Like I've never been shot at before. [He's been shot at by robots. With laser guns.]

[notamachine]

[Yes, but Dean doesn't know that so there.] Your funeral, kid.

Hey, whatever. I'll keep an eye out for your brothers.

[seriouslytwisted]

[It's okay if Raph comes off as a smug, over-confident teenager. ...because that's what he is and all. SO WHAT YOU WANNA FIGHT ABOUT IT]

Fine. Whatever.

[Raph is just gonna get right back into the water and dive down. He's still itchy from yesterday's ocean swim and now he's going to sulk at the bottom of the river for a while.]