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i_speak_softly) wrote2012-10-11 06:06 am
i_speak_softly) wrote2012-10-11 06:06 am
Sixty-Third Theory [Voice/Action]
[Voice - October 10]
[This is too important for his usual mangled speech, so Don communicates what he wants to say to Robert, and makes the man repeat it over and over until Don can echo it correctly into the journals:]
Leonardo has gone home.
[Action - October 11]
[The next day, Don turns his mind to practical matters. House 55, which at times has had as many as six residents, is now down to two. At this point it's just silly to keep using the space in the same way. So, on this rainy afternoon, Don heads to the library to pore over diagrams of the floorplan that he has accumulated, and to think about how much has changed since he first moved there with Raph, Casey, and Derek.]
[How long ago that seems: a human inviting him to live in their house. Not just as a temporary refuge, but permanently. And somehow, it had worked. Meals were shared, holidays were celebrated, and aside from the regular trials attendant upon living in Luceti, times were good. Human housemates came and went, and his entire family arrived. That hadn't gone as well as Don might have hoped, but he doesn't regret having had them all together once more. And then the slow attrition, until now --]
[He has never been the only Turtle before. Yes, he had been separated from his brothers, both here and at home, but there had always been at least one of them out there somewhere. Now he is the last of his kind of this world, with no way of getting back where he belongs. There's an emptiness in his spirit, a sense of being lost.]
[And somewhere under the wrongness, a seed of fear: Since his death loss, Leo was the only one who could understand him effortlessly. Don had really relied on that easy communication, and Leo's help in translating his thoughts to others. Even if he has served most of the time until he can get the loss restored - he really hopes his math is right - the remainder of it is going to be draining. He can't lose another person he cares about, but how can he keep a relationship together when every conversation is a battle?]
[And what about the impending cold weather, which he can already feel creeping up on Luceti? His ability to speak will be returned just as his opportunities to go out and talk to people are diminished sharply. He foresees himself spending a lot of time with the journal...]
[The winter room is too much for just one Turtle, but since the major construction is already complete, Don just makes some minor tweaks to his plans for stocking it. He dawdles over his blueprints for much longer than is strictly necessary, until late in the afternoon he looks wistfully at all the books he can't read - just a few more weeks - and heads home.]
[Action - October 14]
[Donatello is not okay. His coping methods have collapsed, and he can't deal with this. In a haze of grief and loneliness, he goes to the Battle Dome, picks a program he hasn't seen before, and sets it on a stupidly difficult level. Then he battles artificial enemies until the simulation aborts. In the empty chamber, he screams wordlessly at the walls, not caring who can hear him. When the rage is spent, leaving only the pain, he limps home, bleeding from everywhere. He is not in a mood to accept help.]
[This is too important for his usual mangled speech, so Don communicates what he wants to say to Robert, and makes the man repeat it over and over until Don can echo it correctly into the journals:]
Leonardo has gone home.
[Action - October 11]
[The next day, Don turns his mind to practical matters. House 55, which at times has had as many as six residents, is now down to two. At this point it's just silly to keep using the space in the same way. So, on this rainy afternoon, Don heads to the library to pore over diagrams of the floorplan that he has accumulated, and to think about how much has changed since he first moved there with Raph, Casey, and Derek.]
[How long ago that seems: a human inviting him to live in their house. Not just as a temporary refuge, but permanently. And somehow, it had worked. Meals were shared, holidays were celebrated, and aside from the regular trials attendant upon living in Luceti, times were good. Human housemates came and went, and his entire family arrived. That hadn't gone as well as Don might have hoped, but he doesn't regret having had them all together once more. And then the slow attrition, until now --]
[He has never been the only Turtle before. Yes, he had been separated from his brothers, both here and at home, but there had always been at least one of them out there somewhere. Now he is the last of his kind of this world, with no way of getting back where he belongs. There's an emptiness in his spirit, a sense of being lost.]
[And somewhere under the wrongness, a seed of fear: Since his death loss, Leo was the only one who could understand him effortlessly. Don had really relied on that easy communication, and Leo's help in translating his thoughts to others. Even if he has served most of the time until he can get the loss restored - he really hopes his math is right - the remainder of it is going to be draining. He can't lose another person he cares about, but how can he keep a relationship together when every conversation is a battle?]
[And what about the impending cold weather, which he can already feel creeping up on Luceti? His ability to speak will be returned just as his opportunities to go out and talk to people are diminished sharply. He foresees himself spending a lot of time with the journal...]
[The winter room is too much for just one Turtle, but since the major construction is already complete, Don just makes some minor tweaks to his plans for stocking it. He dawdles over his blueprints for much longer than is strictly necessary, until late in the afternoon he looks wistfully at all the books he can't read - just a few more weeks - and heads home.]
[Action - October 14]
[Donatello is not okay. His coping methods have collapsed, and he can't deal with this. In a haze of grief and loneliness, he goes to the Battle Dome, picks a program he hasn't seen before, and sets it on a stupidly difficult level. Then he battles artificial enemies until the simulation aborts. In the empty chamber, he screams wordlessly at the walls, not caring who can hear him. When the rage is spent, leaving only the pain, he limps home, bleeding from everywhere. He is not in a mood to accept help.]
[Action] SORRY THIS IS SO LATE! Hope you don't mind! I thought I had tagged earlier
Xzana lands where the creature had been a scant moment before, missing it by only seconds. She growls grumpily up at Don.] You cost me some meat Kappa. Your stalking is that of a child. [And that's being generous.]
[Action]
Re: [Action]
Where you not hunting then? You are too thin. Do you really trust your humans to bring you food all winter long?
[Like the water spirits and those with affinity towards water in her world the Kappas hibernated. Xzana doesn't even stop to consider that Don could be different than the Kappa of her world.
If Don is any mood to notice, Xzana herself has put on a fair amount of weight since the last time they had talked.]
[Action]
[He notices the signs of pre-torpor in Xzana, though, and it makes him more determined to not make an enemy of her. He would really like to have someone to share his winter room with...]
[It takes more self-control than he thought he had left not to respond with some broken but still-scathing remark.]
[Action]
I do not know how many seasons you have spent with these humans, but take my word Kappa. You'll want to put more weight on before the first true cold comes. Even if you trust your humans, winter tends to have poor hunting. You may need to go hungry a few days, despite their best intentions.
[Although, her human that took her in once didn't have a nice grocery store that was always full of free food. Not to mention, he was trying to feed a hungry and hurt dragon. Even if she is only a half breed.
With her warning given to what she thinks is a slightly slow Kappa, Xzana stretches out her wings. Preparing to take off in the sky, even if it is still awkward to try to fly with the extra set of Luceti wings getting in the way.]
[Action]