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bughammer replied to your post:Hey, just giving a status update. Not feeling too...
(*tucks u in a nice sofa, gives u calming drinks and/or entertainment, closes the door* Hope you’re keeping yourself safe tho!)
No worries! I’ve been surviving, lmfao. Writing the occasional drabble, but kinda just going “blegh” when looking at drafts when I do. Thinking about changing things when I get back, or at least dropping some threads...
Hey, just giving a status update.
Not feeling too up to roleplaying on my muses yet, but I’m going ahead and doing some cleanup, since my following lists are all outdated.
—X What… exactly… was he looking at?
Eret stood stock still in the bushes that had hidden him from his quarry, his net hanging limply in his hands. He’d been about to jump for the dragon, to take it down and haul it back for Drago, but then… Then this had appeared.
It looked reptilian, but it was no dragon he’d ever seen before. It had no wings, it stood upright, and most surprising of all, it spoke. Not the strange gurgling growls with which dragons communicated, but words. Actual words.
Spirits. He was in over his head.
Maybe, he thought, he could creep away before it noticed him. He didn’t know what it was, but he wasn’t eager to find out. If it was an errant spirit, he wanted nothing to do with it…
Easing back, he kept his footsteps careful and light, holding the net above the ground, careful to keep it from rustling the branches or blades of grass. He just had to get far enough to outrun it, he thought… not much further…
So focused was he on the whatever it was, the trapper failed to notice the tiny dragon in the branches above. A small hiss was his only warning before a jet of fire launched forth, biting at his hands with an accuracy he had come to expect from a Terrible Terror. Yelping, he dropped the net, it’s metal super heated and searing his palms.
His dark eyes cast skyward in search of his enemy, and when he found it, he blanched. One Terror, sure. Two, yeah. A pack, though? His confidence began to waver, especially with the throbbing pain that danced through his fingers.
“–nuts.”
Net discarded, a pack of Terrors on his tail, Eret turned and ran. Too late he realized he was headed straight for the creature, but there was no stopping now. At least, he thought, he only needed to run faster than it did, though…
His first order of priority, Raph knew, was to find a shelter in case more of those dragon-y bastards decided to see what the hell went on. It was always best to assume that there were things that could kill you or attack you for little to no reason in every new world, no matter how ridiculous it was.
Of course, it couldn't be here.
He'd have to move forward in order to at least find a better place. There was no way he could figure out a way back while having dragons on his ass 24/7--the little bugger had nearly breathed fire on him, and being Turtle Flambé wasn't his idea of a good time.
A yelp caused him to freeze and glance back. Although Raph couldn't see anything immediately, his body tensed as he half-considered pulling out his sais. Did he get saved from an ambush? Or did someone just happen to stumble upon him while looking for something? Other than the dragon, there didn't really seem to be anything unusual...
Some of his questions were answered as the human ran out of the bushes, a pack of dragons hot on his heels and running straight towards him.
Needless to say, Raph didn't even have to think twice before turning tail and running. Either he had to find a hiding place, or he had to use the human as bait--at least, before he ran out of breath.
I am his daughter.
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“Look, plan’s simple! You keep behin’ me, an’ I’ll clear the way. You don’ get hit, an’ I take these goons out. We’ll save th’Q an’ A fer later.”
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“Good. I’m looking forward to the intel you bring back.” He punctuated the end of his sentence by crumpling his plastic water bottle idly, before chucking it behind him into a nearby wastebin. Don stood, sweeping the bags holding their earnings into a tightly closed fist as he moved off to his bedroom/lab. There was an area he had constructed himself for the specific purpose of storing the stolen cash and it was sort of a ritual for him to drop things off there before crashing for the night.
“Make sure you at least get some rest” He laid his other hand on the smaller terrapins shoulder before walking off, one final “You did good tonight.” flung over his shoulder before the door to his lab closed with a thud.
After storing the cash and locking it away securely he pulled off the majority of his gear before flopping into the pullout bed by his work table and falling soundly asleep. He’d get to work on the security crack in the morning.
He gave a nod, yawning once more as his gold eyes half-lidded. He wouldn't be doing much intel tonight--maybe watch the news to see the results of their current heist, but not much else. Even as he took in the sight of the older terrapin sweeping up the bags, he couldn't help but beam somewhat at the thought.
He hadn't been doing too badly at all, was he? Granted, the loss of both their families would be difficult to recover from, but at least they had some piece of them in each other. Sure, Raph himself wasn't as strong as Don's version of him, nor was Don as kind-hearted as Raph's own, but they would have to get over their differences.
Of course, that was part of Raph's sleepiness. There was no doubt that there'd be the same bickering in the morning.
As Don laid a hand on his shoulder, he mumbled, "Don' worry, I will." Before he could add to that, however, the taller terrapin was already in his lab, prompting a sigh from Raph. Of course Don wouldn't linger. Of course. He actually rather missed joking about how late Don stayed up, but this wasn't the time to start a fight.
Instead, Raph turned on the news, barely paying attention to it until he fell asleep less than an hour later.
This was….concerning, to say the least. If this wasn’t his Raphael, then this probably wasn’t his dimension or timeline, either. Some sort of inter-dimensional portal must have opened up without him noticing and he’d walked right in.
So much for being a ninja.
Michelangelo nodded, not as surprised about this predicament as he’d thought he’d be,
“True, though I could say the same of you. You’ve…got one too many in the eye department to be my brother.” he said with a shrug.
Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to reveal too much about his own world so carelessly, if he remembered anything from his multiple viewings of sci-fi movies as a kid, it was that one wrong move and he could alter his own timeline. Then again, any altering to his dimension or time would be a blessing, considering who the ‘supreme overlord’ is.
As nice as it was to see the older terrapin not freaking out over what'd happened, the remark about Raph's eyes had him blink. He hadn't exactly met too many turtles from other timelines where they were too much older, but that wasn't exactly the first thing he'd expected to be told of any future involving himself.
Granted, the fact he'd seen other timelines in the first place meant that he was a lot less disturbed about the morbid tidbit than he should've been.
"Didn't think you'd grow t'be so good at conversation," he said, eyes flicking over to the stump that remained of Mikey's arm. Yeesh, that was really disturbing to look at, but, well, you know what they say about train wrecks. "If yer that way..."
Shaking his head, he added, "Never mind. Y'need someplace t'stay while yer here?" No use in just letting this alternate get attacked or anything, no matter how old or skilled; who knew how long it'd take for the next portal to show?
She was still trying to calm herself down again when he assured her that ninjas most likely wouldn’t be a problem. She had to hope that he was right, since she’d never exactly had any firsthand experience with them herself - it still sounded strange to hear. Ninjas who hired themselves out definitely sounded like something out of one of her comic books.
So did giant, talking turtles for that matter. Wynn still wondered if she was going to wake up and realize that she’d dreamed the entire, strange encounter.
"You’re… a ninja?“ She wouldn’t have guessed, honestly - it simply wasn’t something that would have come to mind. His mask kind of reminded her of something that a ninja might wear though, now that she thought about it. A ninja turtle vigilante - that wasn’t anything she thought that she’d ever run into. "So… w-whaddya do then… ? B-Break up… m-muggings, or something l-like that… ?”
If what he said was true, then Wynn could deal with that. Even the scariest of people would usually turn tail and run if they saw her turning into a monster of sorts. It was, perhaps, one of the only plus sides that came with her lycanthropy. Unless she was unlucky enough to run into a hunter, her abilities could be used to scare off most people. Thus far, she hadn’t needed to use her powers, and she hoped to keep it that way for as long as she could. The less she shifted and used her abilities, the less likely it would be for hunters to take notice of her presence.
She didn’t have to worry about putting her family in danger any longer, which meant the only person she needed to look out for was herself. Wynn couldn’t say that she enjoyed being alone, but it was preferable to knowing that her parents and siblings could be put in danger because of her condition.
"A-Alright, well… t-that’s good to know…“ she said softly, reaching back to run a hand through her unruly hair. "I c'n h-handle regular people. T-They’re not… r-really a problem. I’m k-kind of new to th’ c-city though, so… i-it’s good t’ k-know what t’ e-expect…”
A thought occurred to her, though it took Wynn a moment to ask the next question that caught on her tongue despite the simplicity of it. “Uh… i-is there s-somethin’ I c'n call you? I’m W-Wynn…”
Even a talking turtle must’ve had a name, right?
She seemed to be processing things at a nice pace--granted, this was also the first time Raph had the chance to explain himself in such a manner. A lot of "firsts" were being crossed off, though, with the fact that the girl was a werewolf and all. If she hadn't mentioned it, Raph wouldn't have thought twice about her appearance, thinking her for some kid running around and not knowing what she was about to get into.
"Basically, yeah. It ain't as glamorous as some people make it, but it's still fun when ya hit up th'right people." He chuckled, giving her a wink to show that he was partly joking. "If there's nothin' goin' on, I take to the roofs, patrol the city, maybe hang out an' do somethin' wit' a few people I know...ain't too different from bein' human, jus' gotta keep to the shadows mos' of the time."
It seemed to be the same with her, too, except she likely got out more often than Raph himself did; since she hadn't been here for long, that would likely mean more risk to her person. Not knowing the streets or the threats within them...that definitely left a lot up to chance, and her chances had been pretty slim prior to them stumbling upon each other.
Better she ran into him than any of the bigger threats in the city, to be honest. The Purple Dragons or the Foot could've gotten to her, and that wasn't counting the possibility of Hun or Karai's involvement. Hell, Hun would've scared the girl a lot more than Raph himself would've, considering his unfortunate mutation.
It was her final question that made Raph blink, before he rubbed the back of his head. "Name's Raphael. Raph fer short, if y'want." A grin spread upon his features, even as he offered a hand. "Pleased t'meetcha, Wynn."
“Surprise.”
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Raph had managed to scare away what appeared to be a goddamned dragon. A dragon! And he thought he’d seen enough between both the Battle Nexus and the Ninja Tribunal incidents. Granted, that one had been much smaller than the ones he’d seen, but it was still an especially bizarre thing to come across in a new world...
Who would’ve thought twirling a sai would send the bastard away? Not Raph. Even so, he continued for a few moments longer before slipping it into his belt, glancing about. There was no telling what sort of people would be here, let alone what other creatures...
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“W-whoa! Sorry, lady, thought you were...somebody else.” Thankfully he’d been making to knock that “someone else” with the hilts of his sais, rather than anything worse. Even so, he slipped them into his belt quickly, gold eyes flicking away out of sheer embarrassment.
