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@veiledmercenary said: offers him some oats............
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“….what?..”
@veiledmercenary sent: ™ @ Shadow
Send ™ and my muse will do a poor imitation of yours.
Shadow cleared his throat, pushing his voice as low and gravely as he could get it; which, all things considered, was pretty low.
"Stop in the name of turtle law, criminals of the Hidden City." Not a imitation of Chief, but an imitation of The Ronin. Still a poor one, though! If it weren't for the mask over his mouth, he'd be smirking or playfully sticking his tongue out at Chief.
❛ just being with you is enough ... you are enough. ❜ @ Infinite <3 <3 <3
-veiledmercenary
He paused. Thinking on those words. He was lying. The last time he was ever enough for someone, by just. Being there. Was when his pack was alive. And he’d failed them by letting them die. They relied on him. They told him his presence was just enough to keep them going. But the moment it mattered, he failed.
His expression goes from soft. To surprised, to pondering, to dead and void of emotion. Staring up at chief with those bloodshot, strained eyes. He looked unamused. Little to no emotion in his face. “You don’t have to lie to me.” He huffs. Ears flicking back.
“My family told me the same thing. Look where that got them.” Theres no.. anger. No snap in his tone. Just.. blank. But the voice crack told enough of how he felt to keep blaming himself. “You deserve—need- more than me. I’ve never been able to protect a damn thing.”
@veiledmercenary // S.C.
THE HIDDEN CITY wasn't somewhere Raph really liked to be after the whole...Mud Dogs incident. If all the pigs here wanted to do was say he was ever other criminal in the city every time they saw him, despite knowing full well he looked nothing like those guys, he wasn't gonna even bother trying to go there unless it was absolutely necessary.
UNFORTUNATELY FOR HIM, today...it was necessary. Splinter needed something for whatever reason, and Raph was the only one who could go find it. Donnie and Leo were out finding some video game Donnie wanted, and Mikey was busy with an art project at the moment, so that left...him. Of course, he wasn't happy about the situation at all, but at the very least it gave him something to do that day, considering he had the day off work. That was...something.
IF HE HAD to go down, at the very least, he had the option of wearing a disguise. His cloaking brooch would be too obvious, not to mention the risk of it getting lost or even broken somehow, and that's not something he was willing to risk just for what was supposed to be a quick errand. He figured if he covered most of his...well, everything with his human clothes, then it would be way less likely that he'd be mistaken for anyone else. That, plus sticking to the shadows and alleys and staying out of sight...just like in New York. It seemed like no matter where he went, people would either be terrified, accuse him of being a criminal, or try to kill him for breathing at them the wrong way. It felt like the only places that were safe for him were home and the farm.
SLINKING THROUGH AN alleyway, Raphael grumbled to himself as he opened the portal with Splinter's key and hopped through, into enemy territory. Before him was a crowded, bustling street, to which the giant snapper immediately pulled his hood up and slunk into, trying his best to fit in and not draw any attention to himself the best he could until he could get to wherever he needed to go. It took him a few minutes to actually find an alleyway, and he quickly took the chance to slip into and tiptoe into the darkness. He trailed through various connected alleys and shady dark street corners, ignoring all the different loud noises, fights occurring around him, and even people whistling at him and trying to get his attention, for what he had no clue but he wasn't about to find out either.
HE DIDN'T STOP until he got to one alleyway, and he had reached to his belt to take out the small sheet of paper his father had given him with the names of the places he needed to go. Reading it over ( and squinting heavily, both because of Splinter's absolutely horrible handwriting and Raph's own dyslexia, which...wasn't a good combination at all, ) the snapper was about to try to attempt to locate the building when he felt something, like...like he was being watched. Quickly whipping around to try to find who was watching him, the ninja just barely was able to spot movement out of the corner of his eye, and his hands instinctively slid to the tonfas on his belt, one wrapping around the handle of said weapon.
" I'M NOT HEINOUS Green, if that's what yer thinkin', " he quickly spat out, making sure to make that point one hundred percent clear. " M' jus' here lookin' fer somethin' fer my Pops. Not causin' no trouble. "
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WHO GAVE YOU A GUN STRIKE?????
"I gave myself a gun, thank you very much!"
"...Or... we gave ourselves a gun...?" The joys of being a fusion...
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