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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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Who needs to hide when I'm so much faster than you!

[Silence.

Looks like somebody's taking his own advice.]

[Mike runs a bit more, like he hasn't noticed, and then vanishes himself, trying to discern where his brother is.]

[Did that shadow move? Maybe. Or maybe it was just the wind. How about those trees? They seem awfully ominous...]

Am I over here?

Or am I over here?

[Mike is yelling, and moving as soon as he's yelled.]

[Mikey, you moron. Raph's perched on a nearby tree branch on the edge of the forest, listening for any hint of his brother's movement.

The next time Mike pauses, he chucks a rock into a nearby bush to make a rustle.]

[Mike will pounce on the bush, and come up spluttering.]

CHEATER.

[He dashes toward the sound before Mike can regain his bearings, then takes a flying leap! If he's distracted enough, Mike can consider himself tackled.]

Gotcha!

[Tackled and face down in the dirt.]

Phbbllth!

No fair! You cheated! I'm telling!

[Raph goes to pin both of Mikey's arms and sit on his shell. Yeah. Raph is freaking heavy.] Fair? Who said anything about fair? You started it.

[Oh hell.]

Raph... Raph, get off me!

[That steak is making it's presence known. Why oh why did he have to eat that huge glob of wasabi?]

[He grins wolfishly.] Not 'til you tell me who your favorite brother is.

[Hrk.]

Hrk.

[Watch out Raph. Here it comes.]

Edited 2011-03-07 13:48 (UTC)

[Oh man, he knows that sound. RUN!]

[Oh, boy. That steak doesn't look so appetizing on its way back up.]

Maybe having all the food we want isn't such a good thing.

[Man, that's... kind of sad. And it makes Raph feel kind of embarrassed he forgot how unused to good food their bodies used to be. But it's definitely not the first time any of them have eaten themselves sick. Back home, April used to kill them with kindness pretty much every holiday she could find an excuse. And it's not like they could say no. Anything that smells great, looks edible, and isn't fished out of a dumpster is like mana sent down from heaven, even without a well-meaning redhead smothering you with good intentions.

Also makes Raph feel guilty that he's not even that full. It's kind of scary, actually.]

You okay?

Edited 2011-03-07 23:47 (UTC)

Yeah...

Maybe we can walk to the smithy.

[It's not your fault. Mike's used to being a bottomless pit. He didn't expect it to be this bad.

Wait, you're the one who sat on him. It is your fault.]

[No, it's your fault for tagging him in the first place.]

Probably a good idea.

[He pats Mike on the shell. Don't be sick. You're no fun when you're sick.]

What sort of stuff did you make there?

That whole shelf in the bedroom's what I made myself. Lot of shuriken, mostly. But I gotta say, those manriki are pretty baddass.

Dude, you made all that?

[Well now you've done it. He had been admiring the workmanship earlier, not knowing it was yours.]

Dude, can you make me a set of kunai? Ooh, or maybe a batarang!

No, no, I've got it: Frodo's sword Sting, from The Lord of the Rings!

And then I'll kick Leo's shell in training, and...

[He dreams big.]

Kunai I can do, but I ain't makin' you no geek sword.

[He didn't expect you to.

The barfing means he can't keep up the hyper, and he swiftly becomes subdued after that outburst. This is the only reason he says what he says next.]

They kissed, you know.

Uh... [Raph works his jaw, but nothing seems to want to come out.] What?

Donnie and Robert.

He told me. I guess it was right before Donnie left.

[Is he trying to imply Don leaving wasn't your fault?]

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