#masterofthefoot

[superheroiism]

Sam wiggled in her new outfit, trying hard to stifle her happy giggle with her hand. She couldn’t believe this! Someone actually thought SHE could be a spy! Someone looked at HER and actually CHOOSE her to help THEM, not the other way around, like with the turtles. She didn’t have to beg to be noticed, to be given a chance (ok, maybe she did a LITTLE begging), someone actually saw potential in her. It was enough for her to wanna…do a victory dance! Or march right up to the turtles with a big grin and tell Donnie she was a NINJA now! A ninja SPY! Then he’d train her and she’d be on their team, and she’d actually be on a superhero TEAM and get to go on awesome ninja missions like….maybe defeat an evil ninja clan like in the movies! She was unable to hide the happy squeal that erupted from her mouth as she imagined herself hiding in the shadows of some spooky, old building, leaping out and defeating the ninjas guarding the door to the supreme evil leader of the ninja clan. She clamped her other hand over her mouth as her giggles grew. It would be so awesome! She would be Donnie’s best ninja student ever! He would see! But first…

She straightened herself up, coughing in her hand to calm herself as she attempted a serious demeanor, her mouth in a tight line that she hoped emitted an air of heroic authority. They said the Shredder (that was a pretty cool name for a ninja she had to admit, if a little…well…villainous sounding. But, it would send any bad guy screaming in terror, she supposed) wanted to meet all the recruits personally. He probably wanted to give them all some cool mission, so she had to make a good first impression and show she was a dedicated ninja student. Unable to keep her mouth from upturning into a small smile, she pushed open the huge, imposing doors.

It was if a chill in the air made her freeze, sending all the joy she had felt out and leaving a cold pit in her stomach. She looked over with wide eyes at the man sitting on the high throne. The whole place had the feel of a villainous lair from a Saturday morning cartoon, and the metal the Shredder (she guessed that explained the name), didn’t help. She stared with wide-eyes for a couple of seconds, unable to make a single sound but a small gulp that seemed to echo through the room. She shivered (and not because she was scared, it was just COLD….even though she was wearing her Pulverizer outfit underneath), as she gazed up the throne.

Say something, dummy! She berated herself. Clearing her throat, she held out her hand. “Uh-hey! I’m uh-the Pul-um…I mean…uh…” Wait, this wasn’t what they did in the movies! Ninjas bowed, not shook hands! With a sheepish smile, she put her hands together, bowing the deep bow she saw in the movies she loved. “I mean, uh…” she looked up, “I’m Samantha…the new recruit!” trying to show some confidence, she raised her voice, giving the man a grin.

[katanaiism-blog]

          The   turtle   clad in blue   held   out   his           katanas,      sapphire eyes staring down           (or rather up due to Shredders massive           height) the Hamato family’s arch enemy.

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[bonafidebeast]

Those messages were all just some crazy mishaps so you don't have to worry no more sorry for doing that it's just that you guys are different ages he 15 and your 33 and that I just could not let raph betray his own family I'll just leave you two alone and do not panic I messages them those were just misunderstandings and that I'm just crazy

Anon, I appreciate you coming forward with an apology. It seems a big part of this stemmed from confusion. I’ll have you know right now that Raphael is aged up in the RP I have going with Trxculent. Rahzar isn’t sexually involved with a teenager. So, don’t worry. He’s not dating a 15 year old. In Trxculent’s Foot!AU, she’ll decide what she wants to do with him. Whether or not Raphael betrays his family and joins the Foot Clan is completely up to her. Raphzar doesn’t have anything to do with him switching sides in that particular instance. If she incorporates it, of course I’d be happy to join in. Also consider the fact that it’s an AU. An Alternate Universe. Raphael may feel that way in the RP with Master-Of-The-Foot, but that doesn’t mean it’s relevant to other interactions he has with other people. The same way the relationships he has with other players are separate from each other.It’s important to know about these sorts of details in someone’s RP before you try to call them out on something. You can usually find information if you read through their rules. As RPer’s, we can’t help but have fun with the characters we love the most. There’s no harm in putting them in horrible situations. More often than not, It helps us develop them further. I hope this cleared things up.

[nunchukaninja-archive]

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What was the difference between standing at death’s door and kneeling before The Shredder’s throne? At the moment, Mikey could think of none. This had been the clan’s third attempt to scour the sewers and discover the Hamato lair’s location, and with it having ended in failure the blame fell onto the one member of the team who should’ve been able to lead the way.

To put it plainly, Michelangelo couldn’t recall a darned thing aside from sparse details pertaining to the interior of the lair, and though it certainly made the hunt more interesting Mikey was beginning to debate whether or not the fun of the chase was worth the upcoming encounter.

Rahzar didn’t spare him a smug grin as he opened the door, allowing the black-banded turtle passage into the great dark throne room where Oroku Saki sat. Michelangelo returned this gesture by promptly sticking his tongue out at the dog, and quickly entered the throne room before Rahzar could retaliate.

Calm down. Calm down. Calm down. If you survive this, you can survive anything. Deal with the punishment, eat a good dinner afterward, sleep it off, hope that Shred Head finally gets the message. You’re gonna be okay Mikey. You’re going to be O-kazay

These were the words running through Michelangelo’s head as he went on his knees at the throne and bowed.

“You wished to see me Master Shredder?”

[bonafidebeast]

Master Shredder.

Is there something you want to tell me.

[severeharmony-a]

( master-of-the-foot liked for a starter ! )

                   that had to be the    FIFTH     time he'd use that move on her.                    she's fully aware   ;   each time she fails,   she gets angrier.                    not only because of her  MISTAKES  but  disappointing  her                    own father is the  last thing  she'd want.    getting to her feet                    once more, karai leaned back to crack her stiff back, turning                      to face her father once more.

       ❛     seriously, is it even POSSIBLE to                 dodge that move?     ❜

[superheroiism]

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Run tbh and then fall and die probs :P If he’s not feeling very angry, I’d wanna ask him a lot of questions, like ‘what do you do when not hunting the turtles,’ but I know those sorts of questions would probably not end well, but if I could somehow have like a Q&A with the guy I would :P

[raisedforrevenge]

Sharpening the Sword // Shredder and Karai (Past)

It wasn’t often that one who wished to train in the way of the ninja started down the path later in life.  Usually they started out at a very young age so their bodies could develop with the keen reflexes honed in their practice and become as skilled as they could.  For many, the art became their way of life.  For the girl known as Oroku Karai, it would be no different.

All she could remember of her eleven years of life had been lived in Tokyo with her father, Oroku Saki.  Stern as he could be, she’d always seen him as a figure of admiration.  Leader of the Foot Clan, ninja grandmaster...it made her wonder what her mother was like.  Whenever she asked, though, details always seemed somewhat unclear.  The only fact he ever seemed to remember completely was the one who’d taken her from them- Hamato Yoshi, his greatest enemy.  Knowing the man who killed her mother had gotten away made her understand her father’s hatred...hatred he was sure to begin instilling in her when she’d started training under him a few years ago.

Today that training would continue.  Karai knelt before her father on both of her knees, one hand resting on each leg.  Her head was bowed and eyes closed, just as she had been taught.  She was clad in her white training gi.  The girl had felt she’d done well in her recent training, so there was no telling what today’s would entail.  Would he teach her something new?  Was there something to improve upon that he hadn’t told her about?  Would she be sparring with other Foot ninja?  The possibilities raced in her head...but her face betrayed no emotion.

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