i_speak_softly | Fortieth Theory [Written]

(Also in code, but translated OOCly for your convenience.)

March 3. Weather colder than I had hoped. Snowsuit good idea, must try to replicate at home. Did a lot of thinking and made campsite by mid-afternoon. Worked through remaining daylight.

March 4. Meditated all day. Nothing.

March 5. Meditated all day. Nothing.

March 6. Meditated all day. Revising prior analysis of "nothing" -- am much better at meditating than I used to be.

March 7. Went hiking today. Weather much warmer. Area, and views from it, very interesting. Really is an ocean now -- would like to go there in the summer. Thought about a lot of things. Watched the stars come out. Talked to Derek. Missing family and friends but not ready to go back yet.

March 8. Meditated again. Think I made contact.

March 9. The string moved!

March 9 - Later. Master Splinter here. Talked to him and Mikey. Have permission to finish what I came here to do, but will have a lot to explain when I get home. Must remain focused - can't stay away from my family like this for nothing.

March 10. Feel wonderful. Want to talk to Master Splinter about so many things, but still not ready to go back.

March 11. Much progress today.

March 12. Tried using magic with bo. Liked results.

March 13. Walked today, communicated with spirit. Should have come here months ago. Understand a lot now. Ready to go home.

((Don is in the mountains for a while. Post will be updated over the course of his journey and can be used for any plotty things that need to be played out.))

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[Mike's laughter is starting to die down. Everything Raph says is true. But he can't keeping laughing.]

[When he's done, he just stands there, panting slightly.] Yeah. So that's what I think.

I think-

...Donnie's lucky. Robbie really likes him. He doesn't even care that he's a turtle. He was like, so? Didn't even get that it was weird.

Edited 2011-03-08 14:10 (UTC)

I guess so. [He frowns, thoughtful. It's all true, but he doesn't have to like it if he doesn't want to.

And hey, here's the smithy. Raph walks up to the building and tries the doorknob. Locked. So out comes a sai to pick it.]

If this place is so great, why bother locking the doors?

[He kind of can't believe you're picking the lock to your own smithy.

And he kind of can.]

'Cause the place is full of weapons and we get some shady types comin' in here tryin' to get their hands on stuff.

[A few seconds later, the lock clicks and the door swings open. Inside the first room is the shop, lined floor to ceiling with every weapon imaginable. Hell, Mike. You may even just find Sting there.]

[Mike whistles in appreciation.]

Why the shell did you quit? This place is awesome!

[Raph just shrugs. He has his reasons, but he doesn't feel like going into them now. It's good to be back in here again, though.]

Raph...

[It's been bugging him]

What happened to your wing?

[He's caught by surprise, but admittedly, he'd been expecting it eventually.]

It got cut off.

[adsfsdghiaugh]

[Mike had taken to flipping through his journal, listening in on people's conversations and getting a feel for this strange place he'd found himself in. He's doing this now.

Then he sees something: a big block of text written to Donnie. From Robert. He scans the first few words, and then sits up where he's been reclining on the futon in the room he shares with Raph and reads the whole thing intently. Then he laughs. Then he turns to Raph.]

Dude, get a load of this!

It's okay now! It just grew back. Ah... don't know why it looks so ugly. Probably somethin' to do with Luceti magic goin' screwy or somethin'.

[Raph leans over the side of the bed to look, causing the motorcycle magazine he'd been reading to fall on the floor.]

What is it?

Why give us wings anyway? That's such a weird thing to do.

[He turns away and picks up a hammer, hefting it in his hand. Just thinking about his brother losing a limb, even one he wasn't supposed to have, gave him the major willies.]

[Mike holds the journal open, allowing Raph to see the page.]

This, my friend, is better than a soap opera.

Somethin' about translation magic and shifting. Guess it's tied into your life force. Maybe it makes us easier to control. I dunno.

'Least it grows back in a week.

[Yeah, the most horrible, painful, exhausting week of his life. Being half dead isn't fun. He wouldn't recommend it.]

[He squints at the giant wall of text without reading it, reaching for his magazine.]

What, it's a story or somethin'?

Tied to my life force?

[Mike gives his wings an experimental flap, and then concentrates, trying to feel the way the it connected to the rest of him. He can feel a lot of energy in them, more than really should be flowing through a mere limb.]

Weird.

Way weird. And that ain't even the half of it.

[Raph migrates to the metal door at the back of the store, opening it and looking in. The room beyond is pitch black.]

What's the other half?

[Mike will peer over your shoulder.]

Edited 2011-03-09 23:17 (UTC)

No, better!

It's a love note. To Donnie. From Robert.

[He flips it back around and starts reading.]

"Donatello... I realize the past week or so has probably been difficult for both of us."

[Raph groans and rolls over onto his shell, putting the magazine over his face.]

No way! I do not want to hear this.

[He flicks the light on and exposes the inside of the workshop. On one wall there's a cluster of workbenches filled with various odds and ends, on the other is the forge with its giant furnace and metalworking stations. There's tools and forging material everywhere. It's dirty and smells like grease and charcoal. And man, it reminds Raph a lot of home.]

Ah, I dunno. All sorts of messed up crud.

[He walks over to an empty bench and brushes his fingers over it.]

Wow. My bench's still here.

[Mike will read on, regardless.]

"You are mature and wise far beyond your years. You are essentially everything I could have ever asked for in terms of a wonderful person."

*snerk*

Oh man, listen to this:

"I wish to be somebody that deserves it when you say that you love me. Because when your brother told me that you had said that about me... it made me happier than I can remember feeling since the day I first set foot into the Randi Institute."

The Randy Institute!

[brb having small seizure due to laughter.]

Wha- brother? Was that- you?

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