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[meanandgreen]

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.)

Comments

[aloadeddie]

It's just part of the game, learning which neighborhoods are good and which are bad. It doesn't take long for Arthur to figure out the fire sector probably isn't the best place for a guy like him to set up shop - too many turf wars already going on, and he has no interest in getting entangled with organized crime, even in a dream world, even in a place where death doesn't stick.

Still, there are contacts to be made in all parts of the city, and he's on his way home after a late-night meeting with one when he hears the commotion. He's no hero; and anyway, the - well, the turtle - inside isn't having any trouble with the thugs. Still, when a fourth guy rounds the corner with murder in his eyes, Arthur has to move fast - he blocks a punch, delivers a quick kick to the guy's solar plexus, and knocks him back to the pavement.

Hopefully, it won't bring the wrath of a mob down on him. The turtle doesn't seem to care that much, though, so he flexes his hand for a moment, scowling.

"You like drawing attention to yourself, huh?" It's said almost conversationally.

[bothbarrels]

He's been exploring the regions of the city and beyond for days, and on this occasion he's caught the silhouette of the turtle out of the corner of his eye a couple of times. He's good, North thinks, as he disappears from sight whenever North turns his head to get a better look. They must be exploring a similar region, just by coincidence, but when the turtle drops to the ground to apparently slink home, North moves on an intercept course to catch him a few streets away, coming from the other direction.

"Hey," he calls out with a friendly but restrained smile. "You must be Leonardo's brother."

Before day 6... since that one is taken. ;)

[demon_brat]

There are others patrolling the city.

Like Robin, for example. Green domino mask, dark grey body armor, green gauntlets and boots, red tunic, and yellow cape with black hood. Small. Deadly fast. Very determined.

And at least curiously stalking anybody else up on the roofs.

So maybe he showed himself on purpose, a little. A flash of color here. A too-slow swing between two buildings there. Robin' observing what the turtle will do.

[tendnottoweep]

Here in the Fire Sector, at this time of night, Natasha's more herself than she is most any other time in Keeliai - here, she's working, watching the gangs for information she can use, watching the police in the hope that they might know more than they're letting on, moving among the kedan like she's one of them. Sure, it's another mask, but it's a familiar one she's worn a thousand times before, and playing this part is as easy as breathing.

It's not her impulse to run to the source of screams to help, the way a lot of other foreigners would, and it's not exactly unusual to hear that sort of thing in this part of the city, but she does head in that direction to investigate, moving with the current of the street so she's not too conspicuous about it. By the time she gets there, it's basically over; gang members down in the shop, another bleeding in the street, and a foreigner Natasha definitely does not recognize in the middle of it.

She sighs a little to herself as she moves closer, still trying to stay more or less a part of the background, though now in a position to intercept him when he starts to move off. He probably could have made more of a scene, but only if he really tried...

[duelkatana]

Leo is worried about Raphael.

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.