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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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No.
Raphael is no stranger to facing his own mortality, always the first one to look death and danger straight in the eye. But after the fact? There was no way he was gonna accept that.
He runs faster, his feet pounding the rooftops with his heartbeat thundering in his head, drowning out his thoughts. But it's not death he's running from, it's the thought of his family, the ones they could've left behind. It chases him like a ghost half way to the Earth Sector.
Eventually the buildings thin out, and he has to drop back down to streetlevel, panting and covered in sweat. He stops a moment to catch his breath, swallow, and start hitting the pavement again.
Right now, there's only one thing on his mind:
He needs to get back to the suite. He needs to talk to Leo, and they need to do something about this situation with the Emperor now.
The last thing he wants is to be caught socializing with another bozo on the street. He doesn't want to stop for this guy, but somehow he knows his brother, and that at least earns him enough curiosity to give him the time of day.
So he stops, breathing hard, still wound tight from his earlier fight, the gangsters' blood still mingling with sweat and the trail of his own blood from the wound on his arm. Something about his posture is wrong, crouched and tense like a threatened animal. His eyes are wild and untrusting.
"Yeah?" He breathes, his hands subconsciously resting on the pommels of his sai. "What of it?"
He doesn't register this guy as a threat. Not immediately, anyways. But he is keyed up, and will always be leery of strange humans as a rule.
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"Yeah, Leo likes all that strategizin' stuff."
He doesn't sound all that impressed by any of it. But he figures this guy at least did his brother a favor, so he can at least try to play nice.
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"It's something we have in common, I suppose, he and I."
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"Yeah, right. Bet you guys are great friends," he drawls with no small amount of sarcasm. "But if you don't mind, I got someplace to be. Me and Fearless need to have a little chat."
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"That's fine, I interrupted you anyway."
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Sorry, North. Maybe you'll catch him some other time when he's in a better mood. Tonight, he just doesn't feel like playing nice.