Event | Satellite | Crash Landing

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: May 21, 2013
Location: In and around the city of Keeliai
Situation: The early morning hour brings unexpected devastation to Keeliai and the outlying areas. Emergency response and damage control follows!
Warnings/Rating: Fires, minor violence; please put CW in your subject lines

Satellite Crash Event

Crash Landing | Salvage Party | Shocking Spectres

Questions | Fire Sector | Earth Sector | Metal Sector | Water Sector | Wood Sector | Outlying Areas

The early morning hours of May 21st are broken by the sound of a low lying explosion and a veritable rain of fiery bits and bobs such as molten hot metal and space debris. Those out and about in the very early morning (three hours before dawn) see a meteoric shape streaking overhead and leaving a debris trail. Those interested in following it may find themselves distracted by the debris raining down across Tu Vishan, starting fires and damaging buildings turtlewide. Tu Vishan certainly is, for the great turtle grinds to a halt amidst all this and a trace of concern for the little ones on his shell can be felt in the minds of many.

Comments

[anything_it_takes]

Hey, I'm not - [through with you, is what Leo would have said if Mike hadn't split with impeccable timing. Leonardo lets his cousin go with an irritated huff. They'll have words later, because some things need to be said. Which leaves him with nothing to do here and now, except face up to the ill-considered denial of his own injury.

Even though Korra's tone isn't harsh, Leo's wince of pain is overlaid with a contrite grimace. He hadn't meant to lie, he'd just shelved the pain in order to function for hours on end and it had become, if not part of the background, then at least an issue he could simply continue to put off for later. Which was the internal story he'd stuck with until the facts came crashing down, along with his carapace. And okay, maybe focusing on Mike's nonsense had something to do with his misplaced priorities.

As Korra's waterbending envelops his aggrieved foot, Leo relinquishes his grasp of his ankle and leans back. Of course she's perfectly capable of getting water, he realizes as it glows, making him think of some sort of gently healing mutagen. Heck, she could probably scoop up her own glass with a water tentacle. If he'd forgotten the applications of that skill, Leo is entirely too tired to be making decisions. Of course, part of it was hospitality and providing for someone who'd already done so much for them - and maybe, just maybe, a dash of wanting to do something nice for a girl he liked a bit more than he was comfortable admitting.

His only answer to her mild chiding is an abashed glance of chagrin; he clearly feels bad about lying. The shame is internally motivated, a disappointment with himself that she needn't be angry at him to inspire. It's most certainly an apology, and he's about to solidify that with words when Mikey jumps in. Korra calling him out on a fib is one thing, but his own brother grinding it in - even when it comes from a place of love and concern, as it always does with Mikey - is entirely different. Especially because his little brother is ignoring doctor's orders himself.]

Yeah I got it, Mikey. [Over the impatient tone Leo often uses with his youngest brother is a note of strain. He's been up far too many hours, embarrassed from the fall, fretting over today's bad judgment calls, overwhelmed from coping with an especially devious and unaccountably pointy Michelangelo, and dammit Mikey he misses Splinter really badly. He'd take ten randori in a row just to see him again. Leo's tone is sharper than he wants to be in front of Korra, but it's clearly stress venting.] And you shouldn't be straining that shell, Korra told you... n-not to...

[Leo actually falters mid-scold; the water is soaking in, the gently glowing liquid easing pain even as it sluices off the ash and begins to bare the damage. He's been on it all day, since the first rescue in the hours before dawn. Considering one of the culprits was a coal-and-sap-ridden branch and that Leo's wrapping had served to hold the scalding liquid against his sole, it's not pretty.

But as Korra works the pain eases, better than any pill or powder or salve, and endorphins flood his body. That rush of sleepiness Korra had warned Mikey about wraps itself around his fatigued system; it's a heavy drag.]

Mmph. [Leo sighs; then his head droops, weight restsing back on his elbows. He'd been saying something important, right?]

[hugmagnet]

Thanks.

[She appreciates the assist. The kedan here seem to be more concerned about buildings, which she gets since fire really likes wood, but she can't just leave two kids to burn. Especially not when two older kedan she assumes are their parents are on the ground below, nervously watching. As soon as Toro pulls the flames away enough she gets into the treehouse, coming out a minute later with two children in her arms. They're frightened and a little overheated but not hurt otherwise. She flies them down to the ground and gives them to their parents before looking up at Toro]

Okay, we're good! The kids are safe now.

[beganwithamask]

[He reaches out and grabs onto his forearm with a practiced ease, just high enough that Toro can get a good grip on his, and offers him one of those typical Bucky "we're about to run headfirst into danger" grins.] Just be careful where you drop me, barbecued best pal ain't on the menu tonight.

[michaeljangelo]

[Mike wasn't really aware of how much he needed to clear his own head until he found himself working up to a full-on sprint. There's something about running, about being fully in motion, that just frees the mind to think of ... well, everything else.

Mike's able to think about what it's like to have seen Mikey in that state. It was like an out-of-body experience only...it wasn't his body hie was looking at. Poor Mikey.

He pivots, moving to a different set of rooftops that get him closer to the center of the shell. Mike doesn't know much about this Raph, but he knows a lot about his Raph, and how that Raph deals with things. His Raph would keep moving until something stopped him. Until he couldn't run anymore, not because his legs wouldn't carry him, but because he ran out of places to run.

In that moment Mike knows exactly where to go, and why not long after that he finds himself slowing to a jog and then a walk towards the head of the great turtle itself.

Of course, the slower he moves the more his body begins to register the toll the day has taken on him physically, but...for some reason the closer he gets to where Raph is sitting the less he cares about something as trivial as aches and pains.

Merely being here is a lot like running, only without having to move quite so much. It, it's nice. Mike likes it.]

Nice night.

[Mike's love for Raph has always stemmed from his deep respect for his brother; for his strength, his drive, and his passion. It's that respect that keeps Mike a few yards away.]

[alphatar]

Mike'll be fine. [Korra chimed in her thoughts as she patiently allowed the water to ebb away the pain, one layer of soot and caked ash at a time. And if Mike did get himself hurt she would heal him and then hit him because it's been a hard enough day as it was, injured turtles notwithstanding.

Of course Korra knew that Leo was putting the other turtles before himself, but this was one of the few instances where that wasn't a good thing.]

Once I'm done you both should get some much needed rest. Especially if all this starts up again tomorrow morning. [She was half-joking, half-dreading. Just to be on the safe side, Korra pointed out to Mikey:] And no sleeping on your injured side.

[As she finally got to the bandages she glanced up to see Leo starting to get a little too comfortable. Since the kitchen floor would be a very poor place to sleep, shell or not, Korra decided to to verbally grab his attention since her hands weren't free.]

Sounds like a pretty strict master if you ask me. Least he could do is let you sleep first before punishing you for doing a good thing.

[She knew Splinter probably wasn't that harsh, but it was one of the subjects that would probably make Leo more alert. Hopefully long enough for her to finish and he could make it to a bed.]

[seriouslytwisted]

[Mike could have easily snuck up on Raphael; that he announced his presence is a sign in and of itself that he's not spoiling for a fight. It's good that he isn't, because Raphael might not be able to provide one right now.

He looks over his shoulder when Mike approaches, sees him stop short. Giving him space.]

...you look jacked up. [Seriously. Scuffs and scrapes and burns and everything. Why didn't you look after yourself before coming to find his sorry ass, big-little brother?]

[michaeljangelo]

[Honestly? Because he's more concerned about you and your brothers than himself. Because Leo is mad at him, and Mike hates it when people are mad at him.

That is not a turn of phrase he's used to, and so he just kind of blinks at Raph for a three count.]

Thank you?

[seriouslytwisted]

Siddown. [Because you gotta be as tired as he is bro, and Raphael didn't even realize how tired he was until he sat down.]

[sureisaguy]

[ Yeah see uh, Mikey doesn't really do sleepy. He just keeps on going like the damn Energizer bunny until he faceplants without warning. The endorphins from the healing have left him a little more docile and calm than usual, but he'll keep going for a while after his older brother succumbs, most likely.

Which is probably a good thing, since he shifts from kneeling beside Leonardo to kneeling behind him to keep him from passing out right there on the floor. ]

I don't think I could sleep on it if I wanted to.

[michaeljangelo]

[Mike nods once before he crosses the remaining distance between them and sits. The whole sitting thing goes a bit slower than usual. The less he moves the harder it is to do so.

It's only after he's finally comfortable, or as comfortable as his current state of bruising will allow, that he removes the satchel strap from his shoulder.]

You're one to talk, you know.

[anything_it_takes]

[Indeed that is the right topic to catch Leo's attention; his eyes flutter open and he looks up with a small smile.]

Sensei never shorts a lesson. [And oddly enough, it sounds like Leo adores him for it. Normally his tone would be more rueful in memory of painful and immediate lessons. But he misses his father, and talking about him is like closing the distance, just for a little while.

It's a mark of fatigue as well as healing endorphins that Leo actually leans against his little brother. He doesn't even notice that this rubs soot from his own body onto Mikey's clean spots, which Leo himself had painstakingly washed hours earlier. So much for clean turtles. Still, the support means it's less tiring to stay engaged. At least the room is warm; much cooler and Leo would be out like a light.]

But he's not harsh, just fair.

[He says of the old Master who taught him that he should fight to win, regardless of what was "fair."]

[seriouslytwisted]

[Raphael could seriously care less about his injuries. He's had worse and he'll be fine; that's all that needs to be said about that.

He doesn't say anything for a while, staring down at the ground with a lost expression on his face, before finally he asks, in a small voice much unlike him,] Is Mikey okay?

[michaeljangelo]

[Mike can't fight the small smile that finds its way to his lips, and so he doesn't even try. He does, however, shift his focus from the ground around them to the horizon in the distance.]

He's going to be fine. He asked for you.

[Mike gives that a couple of seconds to sink in before following it up with:]

Well, he asked to scratch his nose first, but he asked for you at some point.

[seriouslytwisted]

Good. [Not good that he was asked for, considering he doesn't want to go back just yet even though he kind of does and it's a complicated feeling, all right?

No, good that Mikey's going to be fine and that he's lucid. As lucid as Mikey gets.

Raphael holds onto his ankles and lets the silence get uncomfortable. He's calm enough here to know that if he wasn't here, everything would be churning up inside him until he exploded and hit someone, like he almost did earlier, to Leo.

Hell, he's not even sure why Mike is here, considering how pissed off he was before.]

[michaeljangelo]

[Mike, as a rule, doesn't much like silences. For him they're all uncomfortable to varying degrees.]

For what it's worth? I'm sorry I threw a knife in your general direction.

[Not at you, but in your direction. If the knife had been thrown at you it would have hit its mark. That being you.]

I wasn't aiming for not-you, I was aiming at not-Leo.

[seriouslytwisted]

[Yeah, it seems like Mikeys never do.]

It's fine. There's not a lot of people who don't wanna throw a knife at somebody when Leo gets like that. [Raphael hadn't really bolted because of the knife, anyway; he'd bolted because he'd realized his presence was more harmful than helpful, and because he was liable to break more of his suite if he stayed and they were bound to need at least some of the furniture in it.

And he was angry, at himself and at Leo -though mostly at himself- and he wanted to just. Be alone.]

[michaeljangelo]

[Mike snickers under his breath.]

The more things change...

[He lets the sentence drift, and for silence to fall once again, before changing the subject and addressing the elephant in the room, so to speak.]

You know this wasn't your fault, right?

[seriouslytwisted]

[Raph flinches.]

Yeah it was.

[He's not even taking unnecessary blame here, it really was literally all his fault. If he'd just listened, if he hadn't been so proud- it's the same problem he's always had.]

[michaeljangelo]

Why do I get the distinct feeling that nothing I say will be able to convince you otherwise?

[seriouslytwisted]

[Because that is the truth, bro.]

Look, you should just head back. Get some rest.

[michaeljangelo]

[Mike slowly shakes his head, before he makes a show of waving away at Raph's concern]

I'm fine.

[Not so much, no.]

Besides, Leo said you went to get something, and when I bolted I said I was going to get something. So if we don't both come back together with something there's going to be one mighty disappointed kid in orange. A kid in orange who, I might add, has one heck of a hangdog expression, and I for one do not want to be on the business end of that again anytime soon.

[seriouslytwisted]

[are you blackmailing him with his own brother you son of a bitch]

...Leo'll handle it.

[michaeljangelo]

[Maybe a little...]

Leo? You don't mean the guy who's so out of it he tripped on his own foot wrappings, do you? That Leo?

[seriouslytwisted]

[see but leo does that sort of shit all the time]

Mikey doesn't need to see me to get better.

[michaeljangelo]

[Mike pulls a face.]

He doesn't need you to heal, Korra's pretty much taking care of that. Or at very least the heavy lifting of that. But Mikey does need to see you to get better. And you know damn well if the tables were turned you'd need to see him too.