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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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.]

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.]

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[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 looks around, touching things, running his fingers over them. This space has significance for his brother he has no idea about. There are memories here he can't touch. Things happened here he'll never hear about, because they were too mundane to remember.

At Raph's words, he'll come and look at the bench, trying to picture him working there.]

Wonder if I should try and come back.

Why'd you leave?

I needed to be on my own for a while, I guess. Just didn't want to be tied down.

[That is so you.]

What about now?

[He shrugs.]

I'd like to see this place during the day.

[Hint hint. Get over yourself, bro.]

Guess you'll have to wait.

[He moves toward the door again. It's about time they got out of here. Enough of this. He sort of feels like he's at a funeral. (If he knew what being at a funeral felt like.)]

C'mon, I'll show ya the grocery store.

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