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tushanshu_logs2015-05-08 04:58 pm
seismometrics) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-05-08 04:58 pm
May catch-all
Characters: Open to all!
Date: May
Location: Keelai
Warnings/Rating: N/A -- will change if necessary. Shenanigans?
A. OTA - No matter the day, even if it's raining, Toph can likely be found somewhere on the Turtle, training in one of the disciplines: earthbending, metalbending, sandbending, or blind combat. Interruptions or onlookers are not a problem; she's more than happy to have an audience -- and will even have the tendency to show off if she discovers someone watching.
B. OTA - During her previous visit to the Turtle, the kedan gang activity was of interest to Toph -- something to keep at least a halfway decent idea of during her tenure, if only for her own interests. The new Keelai is different, though . . . and something that needs to be re-explored and understood, especially in light of people running around stealing soul gems. Feel free to run into Toph at nearly any hour (even wee hours of the morning) in some of the more dangerous sections of the city, poking around and possibly getting herself into shenanigans. (Hey, I did promise shenanigans up above.)
C. Closed to Katara - The shopping had been Katara's idea. It certainly hadn't been Toph's -- would never have been Toph's, who didn't put nearly as much stock in her appearance, and for whom window shopping was a meaningless term.
But even so, Katara had gotten her out with only a minor amount of whining and sarcasm. Partly this might have been because they really hadn't spent much time together outside of Toph's re-arrival, and though fractious as the two could be sometimes, Katara was still family -- something Toph had had precious little of in previous months. Connection was still something Toph craved, even if shopping wasn't the most ideal of circumstances. Additionally, there were still things she wanted to understand -- still holes in her piecing together of the last couple of years.
So Toph went shopping, contenting herself with drifting her hands across fabrics for the varying textures, doing her best to resist any goads into trying something new (not always winning), and getting in wisecracks when she could.
Maybe Katara had taken pity on her, because the next suggestion the older girl made was far more appealing:
Mud.
With the influx of spring rains, some enterprising kedan had set up their own miniature day spa, inviting all to enjoy a mud bath with mud "carted from the far side of the turtle, in a location left pristine and untouched."
That might have been true, or it might have been hogwash (literally), but mud was mud as far as Toph was concerned, and you couldn't go wrong with a good wallowing. So it was with great aplomb that Toph squished into the mud pool -- a large, open bath of it occupied only by a couple of other kedan on the far side. The muck squished upward between her toes, prompting a full-fledged grin.
D. Closed to Mike - Just because she'd agreed to this didn't mean she was happy about it.
In fact, one could probably count Toph as full-blown wary as she made her way to the alleyway that had been described.
. . . After all, the request had come from the one turtle ninja she had beef with.
She wasn't looking forward to the meeting with Mike, but the request also wasn't one she could easily refuse -- a request to help find Leonardo's sword . . . a sword that had disappeared during the year that everyone apparently had gotten stuck in the Dreaming, commandeered by the kedan in their game of "finders-keepers." She owed Leo this, as far as she was concerned; the sword belonged in the hands of people who knew him, not some priss-nosed little kedan with a stick up his butt.
For that reason, Toph had agreed to circumvent her misgivings and meet Mike in the alley. Arms sliding into a cross, she leaned up against the stone of the nearby wall. Waiting.
E. Closed to Jackie - "Heads up!" The voice came as a snap not far from Jackie's elbow as its owner barreled past -- near enough to brush Jackie's clothing on the way by. The owner, from the glimpse he might catch, was a tiny girl with a mass of thick, dark hair, bare feet nearly soundless on the earth in spite of her speed. "Move it."
Just barely avoiding Jackie, she sprinted off towards the alley on the opposite side of the street, heading towards its shadows.
Jackie might have avoided collision once, but he or anyone with him might not be so lucky with what came after her. With little more than a breath, two kedan tore after her, so intent on their prize that they couldn't quite manage the tight twist it took to avoid, heading for impact.
F. Want to rp something else? Come to me! PM or find me on Plurk -- I'm glad to talk and set something up. <3
Date: May
Location: Keelai
Warnings/Rating: N/A -- will change if necessary. Shenanigans?
A. OTA - No matter the day, even if it's raining, Toph can likely be found somewhere on the Turtle, training in one of the disciplines: earthbending, metalbending, sandbending, or blind combat. Interruptions or onlookers are not a problem; she's more than happy to have an audience -- and will even have the tendency to show off if she discovers someone watching.
B. OTA - During her previous visit to the Turtle, the kedan gang activity was of interest to Toph -- something to keep at least a halfway decent idea of during her tenure, if only for her own interests. The new Keelai is different, though . . . and something that needs to be re-explored and understood, especially in light of people running around stealing soul gems. Feel free to run into Toph at nearly any hour (even wee hours of the morning) in some of the more dangerous sections of the city, poking around and possibly getting herself into shenanigans. (Hey, I did promise shenanigans up above.)
C. Closed to Katara - The shopping had been Katara's idea. It certainly hadn't been Toph's -- would never have been Toph's, who didn't put nearly as much stock in her appearance, and for whom window shopping was a meaningless term.
But even so, Katara had gotten her out with only a minor amount of whining and sarcasm. Partly this might have been because they really hadn't spent much time together outside of Toph's re-arrival, and though fractious as the two could be sometimes, Katara was still family -- something Toph had had precious little of in previous months. Connection was still something Toph craved, even if shopping wasn't the most ideal of circumstances. Additionally, there were still things she wanted to understand -- still holes in her piecing together of the last couple of years.
So Toph went shopping, contenting herself with drifting her hands across fabrics for the varying textures, doing her best to resist any goads into trying something new (not always winning), and getting in wisecracks when she could.
Maybe Katara had taken pity on her, because the next suggestion the older girl made was far more appealing:
Mud.
With the influx of spring rains, some enterprising kedan had set up their own miniature day spa, inviting all to enjoy a mud bath with mud "carted from the far side of the turtle, in a location left pristine and untouched."
That might have been true, or it might have been hogwash (literally), but mud was mud as far as Toph was concerned, and you couldn't go wrong with a good wallowing. So it was with great aplomb that Toph squished into the mud pool -- a large, open bath of it occupied only by a couple of other kedan on the far side. The muck squished upward between her toes, prompting a full-fledged grin.
D. Closed to Mike - Just because she'd agreed to this didn't mean she was happy about it.
In fact, one could probably count Toph as full-blown wary as she made her way to the alleyway that had been described.
. . . After all, the request had come from the one turtle ninja she had beef with.
She wasn't looking forward to the meeting with Mike, but the request also wasn't one she could easily refuse -- a request to help find Leonardo's sword . . . a sword that had disappeared during the year that everyone apparently had gotten stuck in the Dreaming, commandeered by the kedan in their game of "finders-keepers." She owed Leo this, as far as she was concerned; the sword belonged in the hands of people who knew him, not some priss-nosed little kedan with a stick up his butt.
For that reason, Toph had agreed to circumvent her misgivings and meet Mike in the alley. Arms sliding into a cross, she leaned up against the stone of the nearby wall. Waiting.
E. Closed to Jackie - "Heads up!" The voice came as a snap not far from Jackie's elbow as its owner barreled past -- near enough to brush Jackie's clothing on the way by. The owner, from the glimpse he might catch, was a tiny girl with a mass of thick, dark hair, bare feet nearly soundless on the earth in spite of her speed. "Move it."
Just barely avoiding Jackie, she sprinted off towards the alley on the opposite side of the street, heading towards its shadows.
Jackie might have avoided collision once, but he or anyone with him might not be so lucky with what came after her. With little more than a breath, two kedan tore after her, so intent on their prize that they couldn't quite manage the tight twist it took to avoid, heading for impact.
F. Want to rp something else? Come to me! PM or find me on Plurk -- I'm glad to talk and set something up. <3
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"Um...uh. Hey. How's it going?"
His voice is less nervous than it is awkward, and the smile he's forcing is damn near audible.
He's still not entirely sure what to make of Toph.
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Respectful Distance™ is therefore good. And advisable.
"So do you actually have a lead?" Her response is Toph-direct, not worrying about the fripperies of social convention. "Because if you don't, that's going to make this a whole lot harder."
And longer.
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So she is like this all the time. If Mike ever wondered why the Bookends took such a shine to her, he doesn't know. Leos will always be drawn to Raphs, even if those Raphs are in the form of small blind girls.
Of course, Mikes are always drawn to Raphs too, for similar reasons.
"...er...define leads."
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". . . Yeah, going to take that as a no." Toph's arms uncross, and she pushes off the wall. "Look, so you have anything to go on? Or are you just groping around in the dark? If you want me to find this, you've better got some idea, because the city's big, and I'm not wandering all over with you playing human metal detector."
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Unsurprised, but proud.
"I know that none of the major players has it, or if they do they're not talking about it. I've checked every big-wig place I could get into without causing some sort of land war, and there's no sign of it. This isn't the kind of blade someone keeps in a silverware drawer."
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The "probably creepy dim bulb" assessment is only proving itself as far as she's concerned, and if that's all he's got, she's about to go. She'll look for it on her own if she needs to.
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He thinks of him then. Not the bookends he knew here, but his Leonardo. The one that stayed solid when their world spun out of control. The one who took control when Splinter went missing. The one who called April and found them a safehouse. The one that, night after night, never stopped looking until at last they found Master Splinter.
"And neither will I. But I totally get it if you want to bail."
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Her family used to do that -- particularly her mother. Played upon her bonds -- bonds she couldn't escape, no matter how she wriggled and fought. Even now she feels the answering spark of fury, as though Mike has made a snare, drawing it tight.
With the rage started, Mike has about two heartbeats of a window to either make his play work or before she wrests herself free. If he's watching, he can probably catch her muscles tighten, as though she's preparing for a fight.
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Normally Mike doesn't find himself in the cross-hairs, and on the rare occasion that he does, he can talk himself to safety.
Nine times out of ten, that is.
There was that one time, where Mike pushed Raph too far, and nearly paid for it with his life. One bit of smack talk too much and a blur rage armed with a pipe wrench was upon him.
It wasn't until that day Mike realized just how dangerous being Leo could be, and respected how strong Leo habitually was in the face of their brother's anger.
Once you're in the crosshairs of an Angry Raph being Mike won't save you. Only being Leo will. And so...Mike does his best to be just that.
"You don't owe me anything, but if you help I'd owe you," he says levelly, holding his ground. "Your call."