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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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Hunh.

[Mike gets up and starts chucking shuriken at the wall, which is already dented and scarred from such abuse.]

Let's go somewhere.

[Yeah. Good luck trying to get him to move.]

I don't feel like it.

[IGNORING.]

We could go get some ice cream. Or go tagging. I hear the buildings fix themselves here, do you think they'd get rid of paint too?

I don't know.

[/mooope]

What did you think of Robert?

[He knows it's a terrible question right now, but he hates it when Raph mopes.]

I hate him.

[Okay, not really, but he's sulking.]

[Eyeroll. You can be so childish sometimes, Raph. ~~Pot calling the kettle black? Why would you say that?~~]

I thought he was pretty cool, once he stopped being afraid of you. He really likes Donnie, you know.

[He sighs.] I know. I just don't get why they gotta put me in the middle of it.

What do you mean?

[Such a nice, open-ended question. Mike should just give up ninja-ing and go into psychiatry.]

[He sits up on the bed, shoulders hunched.] I mean, why's he gotta come to me? And then why do I gotta be the one to tell Don he's lookin' for him?

Because they're both idiots who can't figure out what the heck they're doing.

[Yup. Psychiatry. He'd be a natural.]

Edited 2011-03-06 18:56 (UTC)

You're tellin' me.

[He picks a little at a blanket, then has a change of heart.]

Where do you wanna go?

Anywhere!

[Really. You guys could walk around in circles outside and he'd be happy.]

Hm. [He thinks for a second.]

Could just show you around.

Cool!

[Time to walk your puppy, Raph.]

[He'll go get the leash.

Okay, no, but he does push himself out of bed. Man, he has to get more used to pulling these all-nighters again. Luceti's turning him diurnal. Go figure.]

C'mon. I'll show ya where I used to work.

Used to?

[-is all he says.

You and your sloppy ways. Mutant turtles are clearly nocturnal creatures.]

Yeah, I quit a while back.

[And out into the open air they go. It's cold and wet outside, but it puts Raph's mind immediately at ease. Ah, sweet freedom. It still never fails to amaze him.]

[Mike breathes in deep, his lungs almost burning at the purity of the air.

This is nice.]

[Raph starts heading in the direction of the smithy in silence, trying to let the fresh air drain off his bad emotions, relax, and enjoy his brother's company.]

Hey Raph?

[His voice is soft.]

Yeah?

[He shoves him, hard, and then runs away.]

Tag, you're it!

AH! YOU LITTLE!

[He takes off after him. Screw the smithy. He has a little brother to kill!]

GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE TWIRP!

Run, run, as fast as you can! You can't catch me, I'm Michelangelo!

[That doesn't rhyme, Mikey.]

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