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tushanshu_logs2012-12-06 11:39 pm
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Characters: Raph and anyone!
Date: November 29th - December 6th
Location: All over Keeliai
Situation: Lurking on rooftops, searching for missing brothers, and venting some aggression on street scum in the process.
Warnings/Rating: Rated for violence and headstrong teenagers.
Day and night Raph had been searching for his missing brothers every chance he could get. Leave Leo to his strategies and scouting the network. If they were gonna pop up on that thing, they would've done it already. Especially Mikey. So now he's operating under the idea that either they're not here, or they showed up and something's happened to them, and he's way too paranoid to give up the ghost just yet. He wants to scope out the palace soon, and if there really is a way out of there, he doesn't want to take the chance of leaving them behind.
But Raphael never was a patient person, and as time stretches on and he continues to return to his suite empty-handed, that temper of his is building. So far he's been on his best behavior, stuck to the shadows, asked questions where he thought he could get an answer--a few restaurants, a grocery store, any place where his brothers might go if they were around, or any place he could maybe find some info. But nothing. Needless to say, Raph was starting to get a little angry.
Why he wound up in the seedier neighborhoods of the Fire Sector that night was anybody's guess. This part of Keeliai wasn't much different than some of the harder streets of New York--prostitutes on streetsides advertising their wares, junkies with eyes like cornered prey looking for a fix, homeless, pimps, gangsters. The dregs of society were universal, and this was his element.
It wasn't until he heard the screams that he realized the real reason he came down here. He was aching for a fight, and finally, he found one.
Gangs were on the top of the list of things he hated. Gangs that went stomping around threatening people for protection money pissed him off even more. But the worst part of it was how everyone else on the street turned a blind eye at the group of goons piled into an old restaurant. From his perch on the rooftop, he watched through the storefront window as the argument between the goons and the guy behind the front desk escalated until someone pulled a knife, someone screamed, and something inside him snapped.
They picked the wrong night to piss him off.
He was there in a heartbeat, sai drawn and heart pounding in his ears. Before he knew it, there was blood everywhere and two of them were unconscious, the third making a break for it out the front door.
If he had his head on straight, he would've let him go. But not now. Not tonight.
After the deed is done, he sulks back to his suite, bleeding and unsatisfied.
(Cliff Notes Version: Raph's out lurking on the rooftops of Keeliai searching for his bros. Feel free to catch him any time of the week, or find him on the night of the 6th, before, during, or even after his run-in with the gangsters. 'S all good with me.)
Date: November 29th - December 6th
Location: All over Keeliai
Situation: Lurking on rooftops, searching for missing brothers, and venting some aggression on street scum in the process.
Warnings/Rating: Rated for violence and headstrong teenagers.
Day and night Raph had been searching for his missing brothers every chance he could get. Leave Leo to his strategies and scouting the network. If they were gonna pop up on that thing, they would've done it already. Especially Mikey. So now he's operating under the idea that either they're not here, or they showed up and something's happened to them, and he's way too paranoid to give up the ghost just yet. He wants to scope out the palace soon, and if there really is a way out of there, he doesn't want to take the chance of leaving them behind.
But Raphael never was a patient person, and as time stretches on and he continues to return to his suite empty-handed, that temper of his is building. So far he's been on his best behavior, stuck to the shadows, asked questions where he thought he could get an answer--a few restaurants, a grocery store, any place where his brothers might go if they were around, or any place he could maybe find some info. But nothing. Needless to say, Raph was starting to get a little angry.
Why he wound up in the seedier neighborhoods of the Fire Sector that night was anybody's guess. This part of Keeliai wasn't much different than some of the harder streets of New York--prostitutes on streetsides advertising their wares, junkies with eyes like cornered prey looking for a fix, homeless, pimps, gangsters. The dregs of society were universal, and this was his element.
It wasn't until he heard the screams that he realized the real reason he came down here. He was aching for a fight, and finally, he found one.
Gangs were on the top of the list of things he hated. Gangs that went stomping around threatening people for protection money pissed him off even more. But the worst part of it was how everyone else on the street turned a blind eye at the group of goons piled into an old restaurant. From his perch on the rooftop, he watched through the storefront window as the argument between the goons and the guy behind the front desk escalated until someone pulled a knife, someone screamed, and something inside him snapped.
They picked the wrong night to piss him off.
He was there in a heartbeat, sai drawn and heart pounding in his ears. Before he knew it, there was blood everywhere and two of them were unconscious, the third making a break for it out the front door.
If he had his head on straight, he would've let him go. But not now. Not tonight.
After the deed is done, he sulks back to his suite, bleeding and unsatisfied.
(Cliff Notes Version: Raph's out lurking on the rooftops of Keeliai searching for his bros. Feel free to catch him any time of the week, or find him on the night of the 6th, before, during, or even after his run-in with the gangsters. 'S all good with me.)
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He's been keeping busy, himself - piecing together their situation bit by bit, running a hundred different scenarios that all rely far too much on speculation, staring into the sharp glow of the console monitor night after night. It's all left him with more than one headache, and yields neither new information nor the new faces he's hoping for. The old information, sparse and cruelly pragmatic, points to a singular fact:
Donatello and Michelangelo aren't here. Nor will they be, unless whichever force drives this place decides it.
But he's been worrying less about them lately, and more about the brother he already has here. The same evidence that points to Don and Mike's absence is also a reassurance; a promise towards their safety. Promises are easily lies. But he's seen nothing so far to contradict these claims, and so for now - temporarily, he will accept them.
Raph, on the other hand, has been handling this well. Maybe too well. Leo had initially been impressed by Raphael's self-control, but as with many things concerning his younger brother, the emotion is fleeting; his sense of pride had quickly been exchanged for one of gnawing concern. There are frustrations building in Raph's eyes, tight lines pinching the skin around his mask that swell in number as time wears on. The pressure is mounting in that brother-shaped bottle, and every day Leo finds himself bracing for the explosion.
Tonight, though, Leo doesn't worry about anything at all. Tonight, monotony has gotten the best of him; he's alone in his suite, slumped awkwardly across the desk. The computer's droning hum crowds out the softness of his breathing. He's fast asleep, and unless something happens to break the silence of the room, he may even stay that way.
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He's spent two weeks kicking his own ass, searching all over Keeliai for any sign of Don and Mike and just not dealing with any of the thoughts or emotions that've been running through his head since the day he set foot in this place.
Not that he's ready to deal with any of it. No, he's just looking for another fight. Either they'll go up there and seek out the Emperor tonight, or he'll go wage his war somewhere else.
"We need to talk."
The inflection he puts on the word "talk" implies he's ready to do anything but.
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"We need to talk."
The words are out of Raphael's mouth before Leo can even blink. He rakes his gaze over Raph again and swallows thickly, dislodging the last vestiges of sleep from his voice, before meeting his brother's eyes with forced calmness.
"Raph, what happened?"
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He grits his teeth, fighting the urge to put his fist through the door. Instead he reels around, directing his fury at Leonardo. "They're not out there, Leo. I've looked all over the city!"
It feels good to say it out loud, even as it hurts. Wherever their brothers are, they aren't here. Not unless the Emperor is keeping them captive herself.
"If they were here, we would've found them by now! So I say it's time we go up to that palace and pay little miss Emperor a visit. Tonight."
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For now, Leo's eyes narrow at his brother's frenzied assessment. In a way, it's a relief - if Raph had never realized it himself, it would've fallen on Leo to bring it down on him. But the cork has well and truly burst off that bottle either way, and as soon as Raph suggests going after the Emperor, Leo knows that things are rapidly spinning out of control.
He'd be lying if he said he didn't suspect the possibility of their brothers being held captive by the Emperor. And as little as they knew about this world...what wouldn't they do for their brothers? Raph's plan is nothing Leo hasn't considered himself, but not like this. Not when they're both sleep-deprived and Raph is pissed off and nursing an open wound on his arm.
"And do what?" His own words are terse, frustrated; more than he'd intended. "Waltz in there and hope they're in the first room we check?"
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"No," he growls through gritted teeth. "We go up there, find the Emperor, and we make her send us back."
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"You really think we're gettin' anywhere, sittin' in front of the computer all day, wishin' Don and Mike will just suddenly appear? Or do I gotta run around the city another week, hopin' they'll turn up? This's gettin' us nowhere, Leo! We don't even know if we're alive!"
The mere thought of it makes something in him implode, and he's burying his fist in the wall before even realizes what he's doing.
"I can't take it anymore!"
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"Raphael, we are not dead. I swear to you that we're alive." He pauses, inhaling slowly and loosening his grip. "But we need to stay that way if we're going to find them."
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At least now that he's hit something the initial rage is gone, leaving him with more controllable levels of anger.
"I told you, they're not here. Not unless the Emperor's keepin' them in the palace, and there's only one way we can figure that out."
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Leonardo is almost - almost at peace with the latter, so long as it means they're safe wherever they are. But he can't rest with the possibility that it's the former. One way or another, they have to know. One way or another, they have to take a risk. Risk themselves to find out the truth? Or risk their brothers and hope that they're truly safe and sound back in their world?
It's not even a decision.
"I know." His words are gentle, now, and he eases his fingers from Raph's arm. "But we can't rush into this, Raph. We only get one shot."
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Finally, he relaxes, folding his arms over his chest. "Better be one heck of a plan."
He knows this won't be easy. The Emperor obviously has some serious magic, and probably has whole armies of guards armed to the teeth to boot. But now their backs are up against the wall. They were brought here for a reason, and Raphael has no intentions of finding out what that reason is. All he knows is things like this always turn out bad. The good old Turtle Luck will always run true to form. He just can't wait 'til this is over.