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Characters: Toph and OPEN
Date: Backdated to just after this thread during the party.
Location: Anywhere between the party and Toph's home in the Earth sector.
Situation: Toph learned she has some family on the turtle. She was not prepared.
Warnings/Rating: Bit of angst? Family issues. Probably rocks.

She goes.

Seismic sense is on autopilot; she sees the patterns between people, furniture, walls, and shifts through them. They might as well be obstacles on a course -- simply something to get around. Her eyes are closed; her head is down.

There is one focus, and one focus only: To get out of Sinbrilee. To get home.

And if you're in the way . . . well. Hard to say what will happen. Approach at your own risk.

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"...don't tell splinter i blew up the microwave again..." is his quiet, whispered response. Slow and steady his eyes begin to focus.

"Leo?"
He tries to sit up and quickly learns how bad an idea that is.

"Easy," he soothes, giving Mike's arm a slight squeeze as he gently pushes him back down. "Looks like you took a hit."

Leo frowns, glancing back up to the rock wall stretched out in front of them. Mikeys can be a clumsy bunch at times, sure, but he's pretty certain that his cousin didn't just give himself a possible concussion by bull-rushing a stationary slab of rock.

He looks to Michaelangelo again, keeping his voice low. "Do you remember what happened?"

He alternates between blinking and pinching his eyes shut in an effort to get his vision to stabilize.

"Well, let's see. First the earth cooled. And then the dinosaurs came, but they got too big and fat, so they all died and they turned into oil. And then the Arabs came and they bought Mercedes Benzes. And Prince Charles started wearing all of Lady Di's clothes. I couldn't believe it..."

Mike raises a hand and pinches the bridge of his snout experimentally. He then winces...not so experimentally.

"ow."

Leo lets Mike do his thing for a little bit, hovering worriedly as he regains his bearings. After a moment, he leans forward to push Michaelangelo's mask up with his thumb, peering into his pupils to check for signs of a concussion.

"'Ow' sounds about right. You with me, Mike?"

Mike makes a play of batting away Leo's hand, but...it's a half-hearted effort at best.

"There is no Mike, only Zuul."

That would be a yes.

Leo sighs, but it's more out of relief than exasperation. Marginally. He pulls his hand away and offers it to his cousin to take, and if it is, Leo will help pull him into a sitting position.

"All right, Dana. You want to tell me how, exactly, you lost a fight with a rock?"

Mike will take that hand up, thankyouverymuch.

"Would you believe me if I said it jumped out of nowhere? Because...I swear to Aykroyd it totally did."

With Mike in a more vertical position and speaking coherently - or at least with the normal amount of coherency for Mikeys, anyway - Leo relaxes somewhat, taking his eyes away from his cousin to frown at the wall of rock. He dubiously raises an eye ridge.

Okay, he's fought a stone golem before. He could buy that. But at least it was vaguely humanoid, and not...a slab.

"Last time I checked, rocks don't jump, Mike." His voice has a strained note to it, as though he's not quite sure whether to be amused or to do the whole Bushido spiel. He can't exactly vow punishment against allegedly animate terrain for attacking his cousin.

"They didn't jump the last time I checked either," he snipes back. "Which is how this one," here he pauses to gesture to the outcropping of rock. "Got the drop on me."

Frowning, Leonardo gets to his feet and carefully approaches the wall. He raises a hand to slide it across its craggy face; closes his fingers into a fist and gives it a solid knock. He's tensed, half-expecting it to shudder to life and knock him across the road, but it remains entirely stationary.

Leo's frown turns into a full-out grimace. His palm opening and pressing against the stone, he glances back at Mike. "Whatever it did, it isn't moving now."

The expression Mike is making is ridiculous to say the very least. He's poking at his face in an effort to gauge any possible damage. It also explains why his words come out sounding weird.

"'Ell 'ats good g'know."

Now he's scrunching it up and expanding it.

"I'd hate to be blindsided by a stationary object twice in one night."

Leonardo exhales softly, turning away from the wall and extending his hand to help Mike to his feet. The earth randomly shifting around like that fast enough to cause harm to someone is troublesome, but it sounds like magic, if anything. Maybe a spell cast onto the ground as a trap for passersby. He can't imagine why else -

He stops. No, he... does know of a way to manipulate the earth without using magic. Or rather, he knows someone who can do it. He doubts she has anything to do with this, though; what are the chances, seriously? She'd have to have gone to the party, left around the same time as Mike, run into him on this particular road, and then have the incentive to attack him. It just seems silly.

Still, there's a suspicious edge to his tone when he looks back at his cousin.

"So you're sure you have no idea what caused this?"

"Uh no, and don't you look at me in that tone of voice," he says all defensive like. "And no. I have no idea. I was running after this girl who looked upset and then BAM. Rock."

In Mike's mind these two things are completely unrelated, mostly because he's never seen Korra earthbend.

Uh oh.

Turtle Luck, runnin' true to form, Raph's voice says in his head. Ordinarily this might make him homesick, but right now: Shut up, Raph. Leonardo tenses, eyeing Mike with a suddenly very serious interest.

"A girl? What did she look like?"

"I don't know, like a little girl? She was about my size. Had black hair in this weird bun poof thing."

And there we have it. Leonardo closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his snout, exhaling quietly. What are the chances indeed.

"Toph."

"Huh?" Mike says wiping at his eyes.

"Remember the girl we've been helping out in martial arts?" 'We' is referencing himself and the younger Leo; he's sure they must have mentioned it at least once or twice in passing, considering they often had very animated sessions between themselves about her training regimen. "Her name is Toph. She's a bender; like Korra."

"Oh! Right! Yeah! Her! Of course!"

Mike has no idea what Leonardo is talking about.
None what so ever.

Leonardo crosses his arms and gives The Look. Yes. You know the one.

"You have no idea who I'm talking about, do you?"

"...not really, no."

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