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questionableheroâ:
this ainât no game of clue || subaru & donnie
âFound my bodyâŠ?!â Adrenaline still lanced through Subaruâs system, spiking his heartrate and filling him with the kind of energy needed in a life-or-death scenario, but something about this seemed off. Well, for startersâŠÂ âWait, so if you didnât kill me, then who the hell did?â Flinging this type of nonsensical question out, Subaru pivoted where he stood, scanning the shadows for any signs of life.
Nothing stood out. Evidently, whoever had killed him had made a getaway in the time between finishing the deed and now. And who exactly was this right here with him?
But just as he was pondering that, the figure drew back his hood, revealing a scaled face. However, faced with such an inhuman visage, Subaru did not shrink back or balk, though his jaw did hang open in awe. Insteadâ
âWhoa, one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is here in the flesh?!â The figureâs appearance, off-putting in many ways with its sharp reptilian eyes, nonetheless inspired this kind of reaction from Subaru, whose heart leaped at the sight. Of course, he knew that the person before him was different from the old cartoon he used to watch, but the likeness was too close not to make the comparison!
âOkay, I think I get it now, why you wear that hood. But you have to admit, wearing that in the dark does make you look like the kind of skeevy character who would stab someone in a back alley! So itâs not like I really had much else to work with when I first saw you. Anyways, if you found my body, did you happen to see the killer scurrying away?â
Donnie regarded the male with the most unenthused stare he could muster. âThat is the million dollar question here, buddy,â he remarked dryly. There wasnât a whole lot of evidence, least of all that he could see, so the killer was likely someone who knew what they were doing or had just panicked. Though leaving the body behind was sort of a questionable decision.Â
This was pretty high on the list of things he didnât want to deal with though, especially if the guy was gonna be asking questions like that. Well, whatever. He was already involved now, and he really couldnât pass up the chance to question him. After all, he was absolutely certain the other male had been dead mere moments ago, and yet now he was perfectly fine as if nothing had happened? As a scientist, he really couldnât let an opportunity to satisfy his curiosity go.
Though he did wonder if annoyance would drive him to say forget about it and walk away as the male continued.Â
âFlattering, truly,â he stated, âyou have the same sense of humor as my father, apparently.â That most certainly wasnât a compliment either, coming from Donnie, who arguably had the most strained relationship with their father.Â
A sigh left his lips and he swung his goggles down over his eyes just to do a more thorough check for evidence, anything that could be used to find the killer. The weapon, perhaps. âBetter than being screamed at for being a monster, if you ask me.â There really didnât seem to be anything of note...strange. He lifted the goggles back to their resting position on the top of his head and shook his head.
âNo, by the time I arrived, there was no one here and youâd already apparently bled out. Speaking of which,â he frowned as he finally turned to face the other once more. âJust how in the world are you up and moving right now? You lost a ton of blood, and you were definitely dead when I found you. Are you some kind of Frankensteinâs Zombie Monster?â ...Okay, maybe that was just a little petty for being compared to a cartoon character.
heartthrobbingkillerâ:
gastronomic curiosities || shin & donnie
Laughter spilled from Shin at the kidâs explanation. Honestly, the way he ate had always just been such an integral part of his routine that heâd never put any thought into it, much less it being all that weird. More than that, he would say that the kid had no boundaries or something with that type of intrusive question in the first place, and it kind of reminded him of his rowdier youth.
âSo you arenât intimidated, then?â Calming down from his burst of amusement, Shin levied this question at the kid. Then, he brought the glass of water heâd ordered with his food up to his lips and drank for a moment. âSo you really have nothing better to do then, huh? I just thought a kid like you should be in school at this time or something. You could have a bright future with that whole science gig, you know, you shouldnât waste that playing hooky. Anyways,â he withdrew Enâs card from his pocket and offered it to the restaurant worker, âI was just finishing up. My boss doesnât like to be kept waiting.â
So Shin bent over to pick up the large, tied off garbage bag that had been sitting at his feet. The contents within made a sloshing sound as it was jostled, drawing concerned stares from the patrons nearby. Well, normally he would have left it in the car. For that matter, normally he wouldnât be working alone. This had been, as En put it, some kind of âspecial jobâ. But really it just reeked of last-minute preparation, though it wasnât really in Shinâs nature to question his employer.
âIâll just ask him more later.â Mumbling this under his breath, Shin hoisted the bag over his shoulder and began to make his way out. Luckily, even though he was without his car, the whole job had been local enough that he didnât really need it anyways.
âShort answer? No,â Donnie answered. âLong answer? Nooooooo.â He drew the sound out lazily, then leveled his gaze as the subject of school came up. A wry snort left his lips. âIt doesnât matter if I skip or not, my grades wonât change.â Plus, it added to his âaloof bad boyâ image. Besides there were...other circumstances as well. How many times had he skipped out on field trips and overnight school activities now?Â
Besides, it was fine. He was smart enough that he could make up any work he missed, and he never skipped too often because it was annoying to deal with an angry teacher . His brothers on the other hand...well, they were a lost cause, except probably the youngest of the four. A sweet summer child who couldnât stand being in trouble. Heâd probably have some kind of breakdown if he skipped class. Oh well. Couldnât be emotionally unavailable bad boy genius Donatello. Nope.
One eyebrow lifted once more as the bag made a rather disgusting sound when the tall male picked it up. What in the world could possibly be in there that would sound like that? Donnie slowly slurped up a noodle as he watched him. Was he hiding something? He couldnât have been a garbage man--no one in their right mind would carry something like that into a restaurant.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and his tech-boâs weight sat reassuringly against the small of his back beneath his hoodie. The man had gone from interestingly strange to somewhat suspicious.
âYour boss doesnât want to be kept waiting for...a garbage bag making incredibly questionable sounds?â
questionableheroâ:
this ainât no game of clue || subaru & donnie
With a startled, choking gasp as the air rushed in to fill lungs that had grown cold and stiff, Subaru woke up. Darkness surrounded him, and the pavement his body was lying on was hard and cold beneath him. No, it was more than that, it was also slick, wet with something. He knew, of course, that his awakening was anything but natural. Sickened though he was by his own ability to recognize it so quickly, this was the work of Return By Death. The preternatural chill in his bones and the stiffness of his muscles by themselves were a giveaway. Unfortunately, as always, it came along with a haze that clouded his mind, making his memories a disjointed, scrambled mess. The one thing that stood out clear was the sensation of cold steel pressing into his flesh, ripping open a hole in his stomach.
He could still feel it, distinct enough to send pain signals shooting into his brain, chills of terror crawling up his spine.
âAHHHHâ!â
With this shocked scream, Subaru all at once commanded his stiffened muscles to move as he scrambled to his feet. His hands grasped at his stomach, almost expecting to feel the gaping wound that had done him in there if not the blade itself. But instead, all his fingers touched was the torn fabric of his clothing and the smooth, unmarred skin covering his stomach.
âWell, of course itâs not going to be torn open anymore.â With a sigh that betrayed the relief he nevertheless felt, Subaru scolded himself with these words. âIdiot. You just came back.â And, as always, that meant his body had been restored.
It was then, as he stepped out onto the sidewalk of the adjoining street, that he saw the figure of a hooded man. Or at least, thatâs how he appeared, although something about his silhouette struck Subaru as odd. Regardless, there was someone standing there, facing him. Through the darkness shrouding the city as well as the hood covering his face, Subaru could not read his expression. But that he was standing here, garbed in such attire so as to mask his identity, where Subaru had just Returned By DeathâŠ
All at once, fear gripped his heart, and he took a faltering step backward as he dug around his pockets for his phone. âH-hey! Iâm not kidding, Iâll really call the police, you know!â
In truth, he did not remember the face of his killer. He had been ambushed and stabbed from behind, so even if his memories hadnât been lost in a fog, it wouldnât have done him any good.
At the sound of the scream, he immediately jerked back with wide eyes. The mechanical arms quickly retreated into the Battle Shell as he rapidly took in the situation. Though he couldnât believe it, the male had scrambled to his feet as if nothing had happened. Heâd been so sure moments before that heâd been looking at a dead body. Though given the nature of the city he called home, he supposed it wouldnât be outside the realm of possibility for this guy to have a strange ability like that but..
His suspicions seemed to be at least partly confirmed by the words the other was saying, though he didnât seem to realize Donnie was standing there still. Honestly, he could sort of understand just how the guy had ended up laying in an alley with a pretty severe wound. He was kind of unobservant, wasnât he? Still, the fact that heâd distinctly said heâd âcome backâ had piqued the turtle-teenâs interest.
Then, heâd been noticed, and his expression soured. Of course, it was normal. He did look suspicious, he supposed, but being mistaken for the killer? âOh sure, call the police on the one that found your body,â he remarked dryly. âThatâs some thanks I get for trying to make sure youâre alright. But clearly, if you can get to your feet that quickly, youâre perfectly fine.â Thatâs what he got for checking on an unconscious body in an alley, he supposed. Well, despite that, heâd probably still do it. Despite his aloof bad boy image and pretense of not caring...he actually did care a lot, not that heâd admit that to anyone.
Probably fitting heâd been the one to get the soft shell.
âBesides, even though this cityâs weird, I donât think the police would believe you even if you did call them,â he added, âunless youâre calling Scepter 4, that is.â They were, of course, familiar with the...affliction of the Hamato family. Though they werenât ranked as much of a concern, since their abilities only affected their appearance. He brushed his hood back, looking thoroughly unimpressed with the male before him. âI mean, walking, talking turtles arenât exactly common here.â
heartthrobbingkillerâ:
gastronomic curiosities || shin & donnie
Unperturbed as ever by the staring gazes of people around him, Shin paid no mind to anyone else in the ramen shop at that time as he wolfishly scarfed down bowl after bowl of ramen. Well, he always had a big appetite, and that was especially true after completing a grueling job. He at least deserved to treat himself to this after working so hard for so long, and since it had been Enâs bidding in the first place, he didnât hesitate to place the exorbitant fees he was accruing on his bossâ card.
He had just finished his third bowl of ramen, slurping down every last drop of the savory broth left in the bowl, and was preparing to take his leave when the nosy kid beside him threw his admittedly well-reasoned observation at him.
Shin considered, for a moment, just ignoring the kid and carrying on his way. After all, it wasnât like the kidâs opinion of him or his rapacious appetite mattered. However, when he saw the repulsed-yet-inquisitive look on the kidâs face, a degree of amusement, perhaps left over from his more rambunctious days of youth, sparked to life.
âWell, maybe Iâm not normal, then. This isnât really enough to make me sick. Itâs just something I picked up. You know, I used to live in the slums. Itâs a habit I have from then. Eating fast and eating a lot when you can is a critical survival skill in certain parts.â Shin offered up this simple explanation with a shrug, a smile tugging up at the corners of his mouth. âBut you know⊠youâre actually the first person to ask me that in a while. Donât tell me you donât have anything better to do.â
Admittedly, he hadnât actually expected the guy to deign him with an answer. Heâd fully been prepared to be brushed off, probably with a scoff or a ânone of your businessâ but instead he received a fairly decent explanation. It made sense, he supposed. He could understand in a way. There were plenty of situations where you had to be quick or youâd have to go without food. It was one of the many reasons why they usually had to order more than one pizza whenever they happened to have it. Between the four of them, if you didnât act fast, itâd be snatched right before your eyes.
He hummed slightly, once again observing the empty ramen bowls. âI suppose I can understand that in a way. Though my circumstances are different, my brothers are absolute goblins so Iâve lost out on more slices of pizza than I care to count.â Dear sweet Michelangelo was usually the worst about it. He didnât even realize it half the time.Â
As the man continued, Donnie couldnât help but let out a snort. âLikely too intimidated by your appearance, I assume.â But things like that didnât put him off one bit. It was kind of hard to be bothered by appearances when your entire family had developed a weird strain ability that was honestly far too similar. As for his bulk and height..well, Raphael would likely end up in a similar state once he stopped growing.
âA curious mind will always question the things itâs presented with. If I see something unusual, I have to investigate. I like knowing how things work and why they work, the role they fulfill and so on,â he continued with a smile of his own, though perhaps it was more like a smirk than anything. âI couldnât very well call myself a scientist if I didnât question the things I donât know.â
Granted, he did enjoy the study of robotics more than anything else, but all areas of science interested him. It wasnât a lie to say he really did enjoy learning about the things he didnât know.
ryujiskullkamotoâ:
greetings earthling || ryuji & donnie
Ryuji didnât often have trouble getting to sleep at nightâquite the opposite, in fact. Still, there were nights when his mind was racing a little too much for sleep to find him, and on those nights, he elected to get his feet racing instead. The night air was a completely different feeling than running during the day, and he couldnât say it was unwelcome, even if he did it sparingly due to the oddities roaming around the city.
Heâd been jogging around for a while now, and he was beginning to feel it in his throat. A little stop at the vending machine to refuel wouldnât hurt, right? Luckily, he knew he was close to one since he ran this route often. Just a bit further and he would be there.
But as it would turn out, someone else was already there. Or uh⊠something else. The thing before him looked more like an overgrown turtle than a person, and Ryuji almost screamed when he started talking.
âWha-! Hell no., Iâm not a rat!â His impulse was to follow it up with asking what this person was, but as the stranger continued, it became clear. âOh, so youâre looking for a con⊠cool costume, man, if not a little weirdâŠâ He thought about the question for a moment, seeing if he had an answer. âNah, dude, Iâm sorry. I donât usually know about a lot of cons around here. Mainly just hear âbout them through school or somethinâ.â
The oddly specific way this guy was talking didnât strike Ryuji as odd, but something else did. âWait⊠what kinda con are you going to thatâs open at this time of night?â
Well, clearly, he wanted to say. Heâd just been hoping no one would see him like this, but well, no taking back what was already done. Heâd just have to roll with his excuse. He was definitely pleased it had worked though. âYes, well, you need to stand out if you want to win any events. Admittedly it is a rather obscure character, so I suppose most would think itâs a strange choice.â Wait, darn it, that meant now he had to fumble for a character that looked even remotely similar.Â
He wasnât about to say he was cosplaying a kappa. That was just insulting--though he wasnât sure if it was insulting to himself or the kappa. Maybe both. He couldnât very well say he was cosplaying the Hulk either. Totally different body type. Well, Raphael would probably be pretty convincing. Wait! The terrapin aliens from that one issue of Jupiter Jim! Great. Perfect! He could always count on Jupiter Jim to come through.
âAh, well, itâs fine. Doesnât hurt to ask when you donât know. My brothers and I got a bit lost, and I had to get drinks so here we are.â It was probably best to exit the conversation before the dude caught on that there wasnât any cons going on right now. Or the fact that he really was speaking with a walking, talking, giant turtle. But no sooner than the thought crossed his mind, heâd apparently jinxed himself.Â
Biting down the urge to swear, he let out a small chuckle. âWell, most continue pretty late into the night, right?â He slowly started to scoot backwards. Maybe if the guy didnât notice, he could bolt for it. Of course, itâd mean returning empty handed, but he could just wait for the guy to leave in that case.
Ah, curse his dumb-dumb brothers for giving him the short end of the stick.
âLetâs marathon Lou Jitsu movies, they said. Letâs recreate the moves, they said. Itâll be fun, they said. And yet, here I am, having to buy replacement parts for the projector they broke because âNardo is literally the worst...â To say he was grumpy was an understatement, but alas, he needed the projector too, and this was much cheaper and more efficient than buying a new one.
...Well, providing he could actually manage to save it. It had taken a pretty nasty spill off the table.
this ainât no game of clue || subaru & donnie
@questionableheroâ
âOh sure,â he grumbled to himself, âletâs send Donnie out to get the pizza . Letâs play rock, paper, scissors for it while heâs out of the room and canât defend himself.â He scowled, drawing his hood over his head, brows furrowed in a rather grumpy scowl. Of course, theyâd decided to place the order at a time when itâd already be dark outside, leaving himself scrambling to disguise as many features at once. âUgh, dumb-dumbs. Couldnât they just leave instructions to leave it outside the door like usual?â Or you know, order a little earlier? Like before the sun went down?Â
To make matters worse, he was starting to think his brothers were playing a little joke on him, as it was fast approaching thirty minutes. That meant the pizza would be free if the delivery person didnât get there in, what, fifteen minutes? A wise man once said, forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza. Truly, inspiring words of wisdom. He huffed out a sigh and slid his hands into his pockets, glancing around as he rocked on his heels--and thatâs when he noticed someoneâs legs sticking out of an alley.Â
He blinked, confused, and cast one more look around before jogging over. It was probably just some drunkard passed out. But despite his aloof bad boy image, it wasnât like he could just completely turn away from a person who might need help. Carefully, he lowered himself into a squat, a soft pop followed by a whir sounding from his so-called Battle Shell beneath his hoodie. A mechanical arm extended from under the fabric and gently prodded at the body. What? He wasnât going to use his bare hands like an animal. Who knows what kind of germs this person had?
âHey, are you alright? This really isnât a good or comfortable place to sleep. This neighborhood has a really big rat problem,â he called, a small smirk tugging at his lips at his own joke. Still, the person didnât seem to respond. âHello?âÂ
Thatâs when he noticed the metallic tang of blood hanging in the air, and using another mechanical arm from the other side of his shell, examined the unconscious person. Well...at least, he hoped they were unconscious...but sure enough, there was a pretty big bloodstain on the maleâs stomach. He didnât look that much older than Donnie himself.
â....This canât be good.â Heâd only wanted pizza, but now he was going to have to report a murder? Fantastic night so far.
gastronomic curiosities || shin & donnie
@heartthrobbingkillerâ
It wasnât polite to stare, he knew that, but it wasnât like heâd ever actually cared about being polite. That was entirely beside the point though. It had started, at least, like a normal day for him. A break from school, a chance to run some errands and stock up on some resources he needed for his latest project, and ending up at a cozy little ramen shop for lunch. Honestly, pizza had also sounded good, but the ramen shop was closer and cheaper for a student on a budget.
But the real problem lay in the man completely decimating every bowl he was handed. Donatello knew enough about human anatomy to be equal parts concerned and curious. Wouldnât eating that much make a person feel nauseous after a while? Still the guy was going strong. Honestly, it sort of made him feel a bit ill just watching...
âDonât you get sick?â he found himself asking, in spite of his desire to finish his own ramen and leave. âThe speed at which youâre eating and the amount youâre eating stands to reason that the normal gag reflex would have kicked in right now, or the expanding of your stomach to signal to your brain that youâre already full..â He paused for a moment, squinting at the man.
âEven my rather sturdy older brother doesnât eat that much. How in the world are you managing it?â
greetings earthling || ryuji & donnie
@ryujiskullkamotoâ
Going out at night was always hit or miss these days, but their strange affliction had done little to dissuade his brothers from their nightly jaunts. Of course, it wasnât like he didnât enjoy it. He liked spending time with his brothers, even if he was terrible at basketball. Parkour on the other hand was something all four of them excelled at, perhaps in part due to the training theyâd been through. There was nothing more fun for them than racing across rooftops and leaping to the next one.
Still, they did their best to disguise their new appearances when they went out at night, and for Donatello, that usually meant hiding in his favorite purple hoodie. Well. Sort of. It was an exact copy, just in a larger size to fit over the shell on his back, and the protective covering he usually wore over it.
Tonight was one such night and heâd unfortunately drawn the short end of the stick in having to buy drinks for everyone. So while his brothers got to relax on the roof of a nearby building, he had to find the nearest vending machine. Thankfully, he didnât need to go too far, and even better, there was no one around. He scaled down the building, sliding down the drainage pipe before landing in a crouch.Â
In the process, the hood had fallen from his head, but he didnât pay it too much mind as he approached the vending machine, taking note of the stock and seeing if heâd have to get a replacement drink for any of his brothers. A noise gave him pause though, and every muscle in his body tensed. Please be a rat, please be a rat, he chanted in his mind as he turned.Â
â...You are, in fact, not a rat,â he remarked dryly, thoroughly unenthused when he saw there was actually a person there. Then, he remembered his appearance and slid straight into panic mode. âIiiiiiiiii....donât suppose you know where the nearest convention is? I am totally a normal person who is just wearing a costume and got lost on this totally normal night. Nailed it.â
curious dreams || witches & donnie
@witchofavariceâ
It seemed like only minutes ago heâd been working at his desk, a wall of coding crawling across the screen of his computer as he ran diagnostics on one of his current projects. Sure, maybe heâd hijacked the roomba for it, but details. That wasnât important. It wasnât uncommon for him to be up nearly all night, which had, to a degree, made some of the more delicate work difficult. At least, it had been after the beginning of the incident. It was strange going from having a fully human hand to a thumb and two fingers.Â
The early morning rays of sun had just been creeping over the horizon when his eyelids finally slid shut, even as the diagnostic tests continued to run on their own, his body no longer able to fight it off...especially considering how late heâd been up the previous night. However, that hadnât been project related. No, itâd just been a family movie night where theyâd decided they were going to marathon all of Lou Jitsuâs movies.Â
Heâd slip into a restful, dreamless sleep though his neck would surely protest when he woke up...except he found himself seated at a rather quaint little garden table in a vast stretch of...countryside? He furrowed his brows, eyes narrowing slightly. This was a dream, wasnât it? He had never really considered himself a lucid dreamer before, unless his sleep deprived brain was just that burnt out.Â
But the scientist in him couldnât turn away without some form of answer, and he began to investigate. First, himself, noting that he was human--not entirely unusual for his dreams, but there were some where he was decidedly not. Then he began to expect the table and his surroundings.
âIf this is a dream, I find it very hard to believe my subconscious is just going to summon forth an empty field,â he muttered to himself, folding his arms over his chest. âWhat sort of chaos are you hiding?â
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