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001; Audio - The one where Mike tries to make sense of this.

[Mike knows the rules, and he knows them by heart: When you're in a new place, and you aren't sure of your surroundings, you stay hidden to stay safe. Someone will come and find you. So when the kedan deliver him to his suite, Michaelangelo stays there.

It's only after he's lowered all the shades, explored the suite from top to bottom, and booby-trapped the front door with common household items, that Mike turns his attention to the communication console. Mike's access and familiarity with all things computer has been limited at best, with the bulk of his exposure coming in the form of play-testing what ever new video game Donatello had been coding. So it comes as more than a little bit of a shock to him that the console is as easy for him to work as the skim-milk blue guy with a similar number of fingers on his hands said it would be.

It doesn't matter that he's not home, or that the people who found him aren't quite human, or even that anyone who saw him on this vidscreen thing could easily just assume he was some sort of special effect added in post production.]

Um...hello? I.
I'm just looking for my brothers. There was a light from some sort of machine. They started to disappear without me. I just. I just want to find them.

Leo? Donnie? Raph? Please tell me you're out there. Please?

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Raph could wonder why this is happening again; seems like whenever he meets an alternate brother, the only thing he wants to do is pound their face into the ground. ...then again, that happens with a lot of people he meets.

The fact that Raph hasn't thrown a punch yet shows that he has given some thought to what Splinter had said to him before, but hey. He's fifteen and angry; asking him to stop and think and be patient every single time someone pisses him off is a little much. ...then again, what's probably stopped him is remembering his Mikey's head cracking against the wall and seeing this Mikey's arm all jacked up, like he'd just ruined a good stitching job.

It doesn't stop him for long though.

"What's your problem?" Raphael snaps, and finally shoves forward to swipe a hand at Mikey's plastron to push him back. He's still in tussle-mode, which means he won't use serious techniques meant to actually, seriously harm his opponent, but this Mike keeps reacting in ways Raph doesn't expect. Less running and screaming, for one. A headlock isn't going to cut it.

When Raph begins to move, Mike slips into a lazy stance in preparation for...well, anything but a basic center-of-mass shove. He's so taken by surprise that he misses the gold embossed opportunity for a wrist-lock.

He can almost hear Leo's eye roll from here.

"What's my problem!? Do you want me to make a list!? Do you have any idea how much of a crap day I've had?! You wanna fight? Let's fight! It's the only thing that makes any sense right now!"

Jesus.

This is not a Mikey response, this is definitely a him response. It's really surreal to see it happening in someone he knows intellectually to be Michelangelo, but...is wearing a red mask? And acting kind of like him?

"On the roof." There's caltrops everywhere down here and Raph's not destroying his feet for this. Plus, it kind of puts it into a more controlled area, like in the dojo. This feels like when he fights with Leo, when they want to discuss things, only there's some aggression there too and it's weird because this doesn't happen with Mikey.

...but this isn't Mike anyway.

He doesn't wait for Mikey to follow him, just leaps up onto the window and crawls out to scale the building. A fight'll do them both good, get his blood to stop boiling at the first sign of an insult. He needs a good knockdown brawl, and Don won't give him that. Maybe this Mike'll be good enough for it.

The roof. Of course Raph would want to fight on the roof. Typical.

Mike makes a break first for his climbing claws, then for his 'chucks, and soon enough is out the window and scaling the wall to the roof.

However, there's a reason that Leo had insisted on finding an alternative way to break into the TCRI building. A way that did not involve scaling the outside wall, and that reason is Mike's arm is in absolutely no shape for climbing.

It's a shame when one's pride overshoots one's capabilities.

Mike makes it about half way before he has to stop using his right arm all together. He'll make it up the side, there's no doubt of that, it'll just take him twice as long as normal...

Either that, or Raph will look over the edge to see what's taking Mike so long and stick a hand out to help him.

...don't ask him why he does.

Mike sighs through gritted teeth, and not just because of the pain...though that's also a factor. No, when he looks up to see how much further he has to climb and sees Raph there with a hand extended, Mike can't help but think Leo was right. And damn if he doesn't hate it when that happens.

"On three," he says with a nod, preparing himself to leap the rest of the way up the side of the building.

This guy may not be his Raph, but he is a Raph, and there's no way Raph would ever let him fall.

"One. Two. Three..."

No. He definitely wouldn't.

Mike leaps on three and Raph grabs his hand, hooks his knee on the edge of the roof for stability and uses the other to reach over and grasp the lip of Mikey's carapace to help pull him up. Alley-oop.

Raph lets go as soon as Mikey's up and paces across the roof. He cracks his neck, his knuckles, rolls his shoulders. He'll have to be careful of Mike's arm.

Once he finds his feet, Mike shakes the claws off one hand, and pulls them off the other. His arm? Does not look good, and he knows it. One of the downsides of being the team medic is knowing what not good things look like.

Not that something as little as a sliced and diced arm is going to keep him from following through with this, because...please. Back out of a dare? Mike? Yeah, pull the other one, it's got bells.

Besides, it's not like they haven't trained with one arm tied behind their backs before, and really is this any different?

With a kick and a clatter his climbing claws and a pair of nunchucks get kicked over to an out of the way portion of the roof. Mike keeps his right arm flush against his plastron, while the left starts spinning the set of 'chucks.

Come at me, bro.

Edited 2013-03-09 21:29 (UTC)

Okay then, weapons are a go. Raph slips out his sai and spins them into an offensive stance. He takes two seconds to observe Mike, falls into a circling pattern before he throws himself forward.

His Mike is fast, but he's also easy to put down. Considering this one's much more aggressive, he shouldn't play this like Mike'll fold at the first sign of violence. Which means he has to be quick and ruthless. First order of business? Disarm. Hook that nunchuck in his sai and take it, if he can.

Mike's head isn't completely in the game during the whole circling thing, mostly due to the fact that his arm is now throbbing. Throbbing in time to the Village People, in fact. Which...helps to focus him, funny enough.

When Raph lunges Mike is just barely able to dodge back, swinging a 'chuck at the tails of the other turtle's bandanna. He's just looking to ruffle the ties. His way of saying hello.

Should Raph start to hear the slight humming of YMCA...it's all in his imagination.

"Are you humming-" ACK. Raph falls forward, curls in and rolls back up onto his feet. "Stop it! At least hum something good!"

Seriously, YMCA? Can't you pick something from this century, Mike?

What?! That song is just barely seven years old, thank you very much!

"Me? Hum during a skirmish? Perish the thought."

"Mikey! Stop goofing around or I'm gonna wipe the floor with your face!" UGH WHY IS MIKEY SO ANNOYING

Raph jumps at Mikey again, sweeps at his feet and follows it with a punch. Stop giggling and humming and playing around! This is a fight, dammit, and Raphael is very intimidating!

"Oh I'm sorry, am I distracting you?"

The leg sweep is easy enough to dodge, but doing so comes at the expense of merely blocking the follow-up punch.

"Nice extension on your dragon punch. Do you work out?"

Okay, so...prognosis?

The entirety of Mikey's everything is a death trap. Good to know.

Apparently.

...In some universe, at least, he's sure.

Don leans against the nearest wall (after carefully feeling it over for any abnormalities or tricks) with a sigh, brushing his wrist against his forehead.

Secondly? Definitely, definitely not their Michelangelo. Don glares at the interlocking strings crisscrossing the ceiling. (They'd have to make sure he had actual household appliances left after the scavenging frenzy he'd apparently gone through.) This one, wherever he came from, was dangerous. Maybe not to him or Raph, maybe, but other people, unsuspecting people...

He sighs again and pushes off the wall, hopping carefully of a tripwire and sidestepping the poorly-made pressure switch (honestly). Don doesn't want to think about this now, and focuses on the resigned aggravation at what he might see after - stupidly? possibly - leaving Raph alone for so long with someone who wasn't actually their brother.

...Actually, it had been rather quiet-

And that's when Don hears the thump over his head, because some people apparently hadn't taken into consideration that his sweep of the house would take him directly beneath the impromptu fighting ring.

Now, when it comes to his brothers, there is a very particular way they move. A very obvious distribution of weight and balance that is just different from humans - or even Splinter, but that might have less to do with differing physiology and more to do with no one ever heard Splinter coming ever-

Don is flinging open the third-story window, having flown past the traps he could and disabled the ones he couldn't, using his staff to boost himself outside and up.

Why was there fighting on the roof!?

"What are you doing?"

It's mostly aimed at Raph, but, Mikey, you are more than welcome to include yourself in that particularly dismayed, disappointed, truly, outraged declaration. Consider it a gift.

Donatello's outburst derails Raph's effort to find a decent comeback, and he stalls for a moment. His arm is crossing Mikey's, and they're in mid-counter with each other, but Don's definitely thrown a bucket of cold water onto this heated sparring match.

"...we're sparring," Raph says, like it should be obvious. Because it is.

"We are? I...you mean we haven't just been dancing this whole time? Well now I feel like an idiot," he says not missing a beat.

"Hi Donnie. You survived! Good on you."

It was general standard procedure for Don to not get involved in his brothers' tiffs. Ever. In fact, he tended to go the opposite direction and wait it out - with some fine helping of eye-rolling and exasperation - in a corner somewhere.

He swings his staff to point it first at Raph. "He is injured," and next Mikey, "and you. Are injured. Did that somehow slip your mind, because I thought it was obvious, Mikey, that-"

Don pauses, and glances down.

"Did you climb up here."

Okay, better defuse this. Don can get pretty irate when it comes to his brothers pushing themselves when injured, so. Makes sense that it holds true for this Mikey too.

"Relax, brainiac," Raph scoffs, stepping back and folding his arms. "He didn't use his bum arm." Raph was careful not to make him use it, too, because he's just that considerate a guy.

Mike's hands instantly went up into a surrender position when the bo was pointed in his direction. Less because of the actual bo, and more because of the tone being employed by its wielder.

This...is not the best of all possible plans, because...ow. Stupid arm.

"Yeah, what he said."

One can always trust a Raph to tell a convincingly spun version of the truth in times of inquest.

Yeah, that bo isn't wavering an inch. And when Mikey moves his arm, Don just glares harder. "Really. You just climbed up here one-handed, then? All three stories? Impressive, if somewhat implausible."

Don aims the inquiry at Mikey because - at least in his universe - Mikey is always the first to crack.

But then he wavers, and drops the staff with a grumbling sigh, marching over irately with one hand extended because he couldn't ignore an obvious injury. "Let me see." You think he didn't notice you were in pain?

Looks like their fight's over. Awesome.

Raph sighs heavily and heads over to the edge of the building to sit, folding his arms. Donnie should probably look over that arm anyway, if it was hurting so bad that Mike couldn't even use it.

Mike might not have thought that his grimace of pain was something that would slip by Donatello...any Donatello, but that doesn't mean he wasn't hoping just the same.

Mike sighs and rolls his eyes before he offers up his right arm for inspection.

It's a clean slice, and deep too. From the looks of it Mike was on the wrong side of a katana at the wrong time. One set of stitches has been torn, and the second set looks close to doing so as well.

This is not the forearm of a turtle who abstained from climbing, like he was supposed to.

"This isn't my fault. It's Leo's."

Don sucks in air between his teeth when he sees the wound, gingerly taking hold of the arm and tilting it for better light. These kind of wounds are still new to him, but he recognizes one poorly cared for all the same.

He grumbles, but he doesn't look up and his grip remains soft, at least until he finishes his examination and drops it, reaching for the bag on his back. "What happened? And, by the way? If you tear my stitches? You won't be moving for a month.

"Raph, get over here."

Edited 2013-03-14 04:33 (UTC)

Donnie. What.

Raph pushes himself up and slinks over. He gets a look at the wound and hisses quickly through his teeth before turning away. "Leo's fault, huh? He the one who stuck a sword through your arm?"

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