open | event | All Shook Up!

[ironwood]

Characters: Teams Alpha, Beta, and Charlie; also, everyone!
Date: February 17th (through 28th)
Location: Tu Vishan's shell damaged areas (multiple locations), sewers
Situation: There are a number of damaged sections of Tu Vishan's shell and the kedan are working at repairs and, where the turtle's flesh itself has been damaged, healing. There are many convoluted sewer passages now open that Foreigners technically could access, if they can make it past the police that have been stationed around each exposed area.
Warnings/Rating: Medical examinations, blood & gore references, sewage; to be updated as needed.


Exposed Areas
The damages sustained during the dive event are not excessive in number, but are plentiful enough to require work groups of kedan to be deployed in a twenty-four/seven repair schedule. They are signed into each area through one of Evandau's direct reports and their numbers are counted throughout the day to enforce strict controls over those that have access to Tu Vishan, their most precious resource.

Those making it past the checkpoints or sneaking through gaps in the sentries find that the Emperor did not lie about the damages done. There are scars near each damaged bit of shell that shift into spider webbed stress lines and end with the jagged edging of broken shell. Kedan workers are busy trying to clear away broken shell and install metal-and-wood framing that will hold these pieces back in place when they are done.

Beneath the surface, some are working at dams and blockages in what appears to be an ancient sewer system. The walls are smooth and indicative of architecture done in concert with the natural growth of the turtle. Lanterns provide some pinpoints of light where dark mosses have grown over the bioluminescent shell itself, but the further one goes from the work sites, the more one must rely upon the natural lighting of the shell in order to proceed.

At the core of each operation are the best healers that the kedan population has to offer. They can be seen tending torn and blooded flesh of a momentous scale, mending the damages done directly to the turtle to the best measure that they can. These areas are the most stringently guarded, for Tu Vishan is most vulnerable beneath the armoured layer of its shell.

Sewage meets most that enter the tunnels rather than skulking about the sites, with an unpleasant smell lingering in the nose and mouth the longer that one stays there -- oh, and in the clothes, which may make a stealthy exit more difficult if one is not downwind. The tunnels twist and turn aplenty, crossing one another with a design more evolutionary than engineered. Those that wander in are at risk of becoming lost beneath the surface, with only a few doors and small closet-like rooms to be found where tools were stored once upon a time.

Be wary, Foreigners! There are many a kedan patrolling these areas and they will give chase in an unauthorised party is found. Evandau briefed a number of the teams himself, advising that Foreigners are all considered unauthorised. Parties subject to arrest are to be brought to the surface and handed over to either the police or, once it's in place, Raylan's civilian team for eventual escort to the palace prison.

OOC: Thread headers (and starters for the teams) are provided in the comments area of this post!

Comments

[wholenewstory]

[Cass moves quickly through the tunnels, but her steps are delicate, motions mindful. The smell of sewage doesn't bother her, particularly, but the smell of decay, of open, weeping wounds - it's all too familiar, and it aches in her nostrils.

She wonders, again, if she should be here. She thought long and hard on it, ultimately deciding that if there were secrets being held here, she owed it to herself, to the rest of them - to the city - to find them.

But she feels like an intruder here, no matter how quiet her breaths, how reverent her movements.

She's about to turn a corner when the sound of gagging stops her. Not a kedan, she thinks, but all the same she peers round warily.

A - smaller turtle. Well, that's unexpected, but that part isn't important. He's upset, and he's alone, and she approaches him slowly and softly.]

[meanandgreen]

[It takes Raph a minute to regain his composure, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The action is interrupted by the feeling of a presence; not the giant turtle-god that lives and breathes and bleeds all around him, but the sound of cautious movements. Alarms blare in his head. His posture stiffens. But when he turns his head to look at her out the corner of his eye, she's already standing there, watching him.]

You got a problem?

[If she wanted a fight, he figures she would've attacked him already. But maybe not. The way she's approaching him seems pretty non-threatening. Either way, he's in no mood to get arrested.]

[wholenewstory]

[Cass shakes her head, holding up her hands. She's never needed weapons, but it seems to reassure people when she doesn't have them.]

No. I - shouldn't be here, either.

[She could tell him she was worried, but she can see the defensiveness clear as day and she doubts that would make it better.]

[meanandgreen]

You're tellin' me.

[Okay so she's not gonna arrest him. But that doesn't mean he's gonna trust her. He stays sharply aware of his surroundings, listening for any sign that she might not be alone.

At least he feels a lot steadier now, facing her and crossing his arms over his chest. The way he stands is about as uninviting as someone could possibly be, chin tipped down, jaw set and lips pulled back into a sneer that looks right at home on a face all too used to scowling. He's freaked out and worried, yeah, but that defensiveness is as good as an iron wall between that and a hell of a lot of bravado.

This place is way beyond creepy. Nobody should be here. If you ask him, none of it should even exist. He can't wait to get the hell out of there. But he's not gonna let her see that. Bad enough she had to bump into him when she did.]

What're you doin' down here?

[wholenewstory]

[He doesn't let his guard down. That's good, and her gaze is approving as she lets her arms fall.]

Exploring.

[He might not be human, but he moves like one, enough for her to peer through his - and her lips quirk, just slightly - hard shell.

He reminds her of Jason.

So much anger and bluster, and it's real, but it's hiding something more sincere; empathy, and compassion, and protectiveness.]

We need to - know more. Knew I could look - without hurting. [But as her gaze wanders, her face crumples.] Didn't expect...this.

[meanandgreen]

[The actual compassion this girl has for the turtle knocks him off guard. He's used to most humans not giving a shit about anything but themselves. He's seen them abuse and kill each other, poison and tear the world to shreds for their own gain. In a weird way, she reminds him a little of April, only in the fact that she actually seems to care about something that isn't herself. But it's not like he knows that many people to compare her to.]

Yeah, well you should have. [He grits it out, knowing fully that he made the same awful mistake, but like he'd ever admit that. City boy through-and-through, all he heard was the word "sewers" and thought of long, concrete tunnels. He thought of home. But this... He even hates the idea of admitting that the Emperor might've been in the right about something. But he can't believe that. There has to be some other reason she's so obsessed over keeping people out of here, something she's hiding.

But whatever. Pissed off as he is, all he really wants to do is get the heck out of here and meet back up with Leo.]

There's a bunch of kedan lookin' for trespassers back there. [He jabs a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to the tunnel behind him.] Better keep movin' unless you wanna get your butt caught.

[So they can... maybe find a way out together. He guesses. Or that's what he's trying to imply in his overly-defensive, roundabout way.]

[wholenewstory]

[He's only seen the harsh side of human nature, she thinks. That - makes too much sense, in a way that makes her chest twist. People are cruel to what they don't expect, what they don't understand, even when they don't mean to be.

But he offers to stay with her anyway, and that makes her smile beneath the mask, through the darkness and the smell of blood.]

Yes.

[She turns, gesturing ahead of her.]

I think - I know a way.

[meanandgreen]

[Relief washes over him, happy she didn't make him spit it out. The sooner he can get the hell out of here the better.]

Good.

[He'll let her lead the way.]

You didn't happen to see another turtle like me goin' that way, did you?

[wholenewstory]

[She doesn't pause, but her movements slow, for a moment.]

No. We could - look for him, first.

[Her first thought is that they must be brothers, and she'd never ask someone to leave family behind.]

[meanandgreen]

[Raph shrugs, not especially worried. Leo can handle himself. Worst case scenario he has to fight off some kedan. It's something they were trying to avoid, but not because they were scared of losing.]

Nah, we agreed to meet topside once we gave those kedan guys the slip.

[All right, so maybe he's a little worried. He always is. Being fiercely protective of your brothers to the point of being a little crazy about it can do that to you. But he masks it well with that brusk air of confidence. His expression is hard and determined as he travels soundlessly through the tunnel, tense with senses dialed to eleven for any hint of sound or movement up ahead.

Part of him almost wishes someone would try to arrest him. Somebody who would put up more of a fight than your everyday kedan. Then at least he wouldn't feel like this was a complete freakin' waste of his time.]

tell me if this is cool!

[wholenewstory]

[She glances back, every now and then. He's - Barbara would call him a powder keg, she thinks. Yearning to explode.

She stops, suddenly, as they come to a turn, and gestures for Raphael to imitate her as she presses her back to the wall. She's not worried about it; he might wish for a fight, but she doesn't think he'd want people hurt just for that.

When the danger has past, she straightens, but she doesn't start to move just yet. Instead, she turns to him, voice soft.]

It's...okay. To worry.

[Cass offers a faint smile.]

I...worry about my brothers.

hey, I'm cool with pretty much anything

[meanandgreen]

[Shell pressed up against the wall, Raph stiffens, feeling almost cornered by this little girl in that stupid mask, trying to be nice to him when he barely even knows her. And how does she even know Leo's his brother? He didn't tell her that.

But she's right. He's really freaking worried about not only Leo, but Donnie and Mikey. He doesn't even know what happened to them. He doesn't even know if they're alive. It's a constant ache on his conscience every minute he spends in this wacked-out place, and now this girl's putting her fingers in all of his very private sore spots.

Narrowing his eyes, he pushes off the wall and starts stomping ahead down the tunnel, not even sure where he's going. He just needs out. Now. And if that doesn't happen soon, he's really gonna need something to hit.]

I ain't worried. Leo can take care of himself.

<3

[wholenewstory]

[Cass takes off after him, strides long and swift to keep up.]

Mine can, too. All - fighters. Still worry.

[Because no one is invincible, especially on the inside. She shakes her head, though, as she catches up to him.]

Don't - have to talk, though. If you don't want. Just...wanted you to know - you're not alone.

[No one should have to feel alone.]

[meanandgreen]

[But Raph is alone. Being one of only four of his species, being hunted and persecuted just for what he is can give a guy a few complexes. And out of those four, he's the angry one, the one that pushes everyone away even farther than they need to be. Even when they're trying to be nice because his view of himself and the world is so far skewed in the negative, he has the hardest time accepting that goodness actually exists.

He feels alone every day of his life, but part of that is no one's fault but his own.

He keeps walking, glancing at Cass out the corner of his eye, and snorts incredulously.]

All right, Dr. Phil Girl. You always make a habit of hangin' around sewers handing out psychiatric advice? Or did I just get lucky.

[wholenewstory]

[Her response is as quick and light as her feet.] Usually - rooftops. [A hint of a smile.] And - it's Blackbat. [The name still feels a little strange, like a shoe that needs wearing in.]

[meanandgreen]

Blackbat, right. What is with all the people paradin' around in costumes around here?

[Yeah, this is a safer thing to talk about. Things were getting way too personal back there.]

[wholenewstory]

[She points to her chest.] Bulletproof.

[meanandgreen]

[He gives the costume another sideways glance. Being ornery and picking on people always seems to make him feel better. Good distraction from the sick feeling that's still taking residence in his stomach as they walk.]

Yeah, and what do you gotta be bulletproof for?