tushanshu | Entries tagged with † raphael (2003)

( Arrival )

[After a few days of this migratory living, Don concludes that:

A. His current situation has nothing to do with the wooden soldiers.
B. No one here is much interested in fighting with him at all.
C. But he can't go home, and he's expected to help with some kind of war.

Armed with this knowledge, he finally goes to check out his assigned suite in ME-3B. His intention is to use the console to find out if his brothers are somewhere in this city, but a cursory inspection of the premises soon turns into taking half the gadgets apart to see how they work. Completely disassembling and rebuilding the console doesn't solve the bizarre screen display issues, but after some more failed troubleshooting, Don tries to use the network anyway.]

Ah… hi, everyone. My name is Donatello. I arrived here a few days ago, and I'm hoping I'm not the only Turtle around.

Aside from the one under us, I mean. Are there others living in the city? I'd really appreciate any information…

[He trails off, then adds:] Guys, they told me everyone has one of these consoles. Please don't be that technologically hopeless.

anything_it_takes

[The cart ride into Keeliai is long, exhausting and stressful. Leo presses himself into the furthest corner to hide (which still leaves him painfully visible) even as his sharp blue eyes peer through the slats, taking in as much of the alien city as possible.

On one hand, this is the most amazing thing Leo's ever experienced, an exhilarating adventure straight out of Space Heroes. On the other, he's never felt so alone, out of control and exposed in his life. Sure, he always wanted adventure, but not without the guys - and not hauled down a city road in broad daylight, surrounded by people turning their heads in curiosity.

At least the few kedan on the street who take a close enough look into the open-backed cart to spy him out don't scream or run. But there are some stares, and he can feel the undercurrent of hostility like a flame inches from his skin. There's a tension in the air in some parts of the city they go through, a hard look to some of the kedan when they see someone not like them...

Leo slips into his appointed building like - well, like a ninja, or as close as possible while lacking the cover of darkness. When he gets to his temporary quarters he leans his shell against the door and sighs wearily; alien robots and plant monsters are one thing, but this? This is an entirely new level of crazy.

Water had seemed a natural choice when the kedan gave him options. He's glad of his choice now as he splashes some from the room's small fountain over his head, then winces as he does the same to the burn mark forming on his shoulder. It's not serious, but Leo's entire arm aches and tingles from channeling Justin's electrical shock through his katana. He's certainly pulled smarter moves.

Hopefully whatever jerked him "sideways" during that explosion also took his brothers through in slightly different places, and he can link up with them again once they all get their bearings. He knows the team can handle this situation, but first? They have to be together.

He'll start canvassing the city come dusk, one Sector at a time if he has to. But until nightfall, Leonardo has time to kill, and he isn’t about to sit around doing nothing.

Settling in at the console, Leo sets it up for a text message - and pauses, considering his options. This is a public network; he has to get a message out that his brothers will understand if they're listening, but that won't arouse too much civilian curiosity or alert any enemies.

There is one thing... He'd batted around an idea for a code word with Donnie. The problem being, it was never official - Leo just hadn't anticipated a realistic situation where it would be useful. The idea was just idle talk.

He hopes that if Mikey or Raph are alone out there, they'll recognize his reference. Donnie will catch on at least, if he's listening. One way or the other it's the best Leo's got until he can search the rooftops.]

ANy New Yorkers out here? if you know the 2nd Time About shop on Bleeker, contact me ASAP

[Ryan to Dauntless, come in Dauntless...]

Aalso. Look, I got the story from the kidan ans I know i can;t be the first person to ask. But Im looking for any leads on how t get back to my own world... stories, rumuors, anything. Thankyou.

[Please don't let him be alone out here. Leo presses Return.]

[ tl;dr Enter one cagey ninja turtle boy with delusions of being a Great Hero! Leo v.2012 is here and super worried about his bros ;A; ]

wholenewstory

[Cass gives the console a little wave. Her smile is light, but a little uncertain. She doesn't make entries like this often; she doesn't like the spotlight, the focus on the words she's speaking.

But this could be important.]

So, um. Some of you know I - went to the mines. In the mountains. Got back yesterday.

Didn't...find much. Carts, that they used. [The smile fades.] And...bodies. That were just...left there. [She'd considered bringing them back, even if she had to do it one at a time, but she didn't know if that would be...disrespectful.]

Looked like - they fell, usually. Didn't see any, um. Foul play.

[A beat.]

That's it. ...What - did I miss?

boselfdestruct

[This is backdated to the early part of mid-March, before the event.]

[Don takes a deep breath on-screen and flashes a quick, tense smile. He looks nervous, but under that a little haggard. It's what happens when he's spent the last two days going over his encryption algorithm line-by-line, repeatedly, and adjusting it for video usage. And then going over it again. And again. The upside is anyone taking on the task of attempting to hack this is going to get the full brunt of puzzling out Don's aggravated, sleep-deprived mind. This is about as full-proof as he can get with the equipment available to him. It'll have to do.]

Right, hello. If you're getting this, it's because you're a, well...[he gestures to himself, and aside from that his hands stay more-or-less abnormally still for the rest of conversation, a sign of discomfort that might only register to his own Raph] a mutant turtle, like me, and from a similar dimension. Don't worry about anyone not invited seeing this. I'm handling that.

So...you might have been told about this already, but I'll rehash just in case. This is mostly just a place to talk. No pressure or anything, but we just can't keep ignoring one another forever. There are too many of us running around already for that to be plausible, and it's not like there's any guarantee it's ever going to stop. The least we can do is know who's who. [so, in other words, if you want to make sure any of your wayward brothers showing up are pointed in the right direction? SPEAK UP.]

[Don pauses, reaching up to tug at his plastron absentmindedly] I...guess I'll start? My name's Donatello. I'm fifteen. I'm from the same universe as the more recently arrived Raphael. If you think of anything about your homes that might be useful to know, no matter how innocuous you think it is, go ahead and lay it on me. Every little bit helps. So far we've noticed that appearance and age are two of the bigger distinguishing characteristics among us, which is why I recommend using video, but if you're too nervous then it's text. Heck, covering up the camera works just as well. Avoid actual audio mode, if by some weird quirk of electronics you can actually access it. I tried to make sure you couldn't, but you never know, and I don't want anyone yelling at me later because I didn't mention it. Point is, it's not supported right now, and anyone using it could crack this thing open like a bad egg. Which would be, you know, bad.

[Leo take it now Leo take it now before he pours his uneasiness into a babble about his baby go go go someone]

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.]

nogutsnoglory

I figure this isn't exactly gonna work, but- it's worth a shot. You know, for prosperities sake. Hell it worked in the last place I was at, with mixed results, but whatever.

[He takes a slow centering breath, closing his eyes as silence falls over the feed. The silence lingers for a few moments more before Eddie suddenly claps his hands together, the loud noise probably startling anyone actually watching the video. His eyes staying closed as he begins to speak.]

Oh, holy, mean green and scaly giant turtle carryin' us around. That sounds good, right? You think you could like- send us home or some shit? It'd be appreciated oh, uh mighty turtle guy- or girl. Equal turtle rights, man. No discrimination for turtles, hell no.

Like, we'll solve your problems or whatever. As long as it doesn't involve stupid shit or too much terrible death, I kinda like livin'. Just like give us some fuckin' clue to what is goin' on since everyone is intent on being vague as fuck. You're like, a giant turtle so you can be honest, right?

Yeah?

[There is just silence for a moment, but Eddie doesn't seemed deterred by it as he keeps going.]

Okay, cool. We'll- give you, the fuck do turtles eat, lettuce and carrots. Giant pieces of lettuce and carrots in return and save the day too, cause I guess we're here for that apparently. Just give us a sign. Like, a good one, not that oblique shit like turtle faces on toast. That would be kinda weird.

Uh, am-turtle-men.

[Eddie opens an eye looking around. Letting the silence go on a moment before sighing.] Okay, no earth shatterin' kaboom or sign, so probably didn't work? Damn it. So much for that.

ironwood

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Tu Shanshu

001 ~ Audio

[TEXT] Leo to Team, COME IN TEAM

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002 ≅ [video/ENCRYPTED 100% TO TURTLES/PRIVATE NETWORK POST]

[voice; action]

Second Guitar Solo - [Video] Eddie Riggs

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