Forty-Third Theory [Mostly Action]

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((General post for the next two weeks or so. Preemptive tl;dr, find him anywhere, though suggestion of day/place/activity is appreciated.))

[As May begins, and as a fairly large percentage of May goes by, Donatello can be found doing the following things:

-Jogging through the woods, tracking down any signs of life detected by the departed Mr. Scott's not-really-new-and-not-exactly-improved-either tricorder. ((New Feathers, feel free to jump in here.))

-Hauling huge loads of books to and from the library.

-Studying these books - in and around House 55, at the library itself, by the fountain, at the coffee shop, alongside the river... pretty much anywhere.

-Copying diagrams from the books into his journal.

-Working at the smithy, trying to create physical equivalents of these diagrams.

-Digging through bins at the item shop.

-Practicing wind magic or good old-fashioned ninjutsu in various open areas around the edges of the village.

And a few more specific actions:]


[Don needs a few minutes of your time. If you don't dare to approach him while he's working, he'll come looking for you.]



[Some rainy evening, Don will show up at Robert's door with a duffel bag and a goofy grin. You owe him a nanocomputer demonstration - and he brought you a gift.]



Frederic, a question, if you have a minute...

Comments

Thank you ^_^

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

[And the Echidna is instantly on guard when he heard the rustling of someone coming closer. The turtle is a bit taller than the average mobian, but that wasn't too odd. Not as odd as waking up in an unfamiliar woods wearing unfamiliar clothes anyway. At least the trousers were easily removed and tossed aside. Now he just had to find away out of the woods...]

[..of course that doesn't mean he's going to tell the first person he runs into that he's lost, especially when they're wearing a mask.]

...Hello.

[i_speak_softly]

[You don't have to tell him. He's been here long enough that he knows how things work.]

Let me guess. You just woke up in a place you've never seen before. You were wearing something that isn't yours and you found a book with your name on it.

[It occurs to him that this might sound a little creepy.]

It happens to everyone.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

Everyone huh? [Yeah, knowing all that just makes Knuckles frown at you.] And why is that?

[i_speak_softly]

[Why?]

No one knows.

The place is called Luceti. You might be here a while.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

... [Well that answered his next question.]

Luceti? Never heard of it. [And at that last part the frown deepens.] What's to stop me leaving now?

[You know apart from not being able to glide right any more and needing to get rid of these stupid wing-thing's on his back]

[i_speak_softly]

[He makes a gesture in all directions.] An impenetrable barrier surrounding the village. You're welcome to go look, but nothing anyone tries has any effect on it.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

Impenetrable Barrier? [That would be a problem.] I think I will check it out...

But first, can you tell me where these wings came from?
[Knuckles jerks his thumb at the new white appendages as they flutter and bump against his quills.] That happen to everyone too?

[i_speak_softly]

[He nods, turning just enough that you can see his own purple wings folded against his shell.] You need them. They stop hurting after a few days.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

Need them? What in the world do we need them for? What, who put them there? The same person who made the barrier?
[Yeah, Knuckles doesn't like anything he's heard so far and he's starting to get frustrated.]

[i_speak_softly]

[You're a very interrogative little red guy.]

Read the guide.

[He will reach into his bag, pull out his own journal, and demonstrate how to access said guide.]

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

[Now he looks a little sheepish.]

I guess you get asked these questions a lot huh?

[i_speak_softly]

I'm not usually the welcoming committee, actually.

[He sighs.] Sorry. I'm being rude.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

[Knuckles shakes his head. You haven't attacked him yet, that would have been rude.] It's okay.

Thank you, for the guide... [Wait, he never got your name did he?]

[i_speak_softly]

[He never got yours either.]

The barrier is in any direction, but if you'd rather settle in first, there's a Welcome Center for the New Feathers. [He indicates the direction you should go to find the center.] You might also want to put a message out over the journals, in case any of your friends are here.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

New Feathers? [Knuckles glances over his shoulder at the wings and sighs. Still he supposes he'd been called worse things.]

Right. I think I'll check out the welcome center first. [If he's going to be stuck here he should get a feel for the place first.] Thank you again for the help. What's your name? I'm Knuckles.

[i_speak_softly]

Not my term.

["Knuckles"? Is that your not-as-cool-as-you-think-it-is fighter name?]

Donatello.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

[No, It's my only name :|]

[The Echidna is tempted to ask what Donatello was doing in the woods but he changes his mind at the last moment]

So how long have you been here Donatello.

[i_speak_softly]

Over a year. [He looks weary at the thought of it.] I wasn't kidding about settling in.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

Over a year... [Yeah, that was the last thing Knuckles wanted to hear.]

[i_speak_softly]

[He stares at the ground for a moment.] The good news is time doesn't pass in your world while you're here.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

That...

Good. [That means the Chaos Emeralds are safe, he hopes.] That's something at least.

[i_speak_softly]

Try to think of it as a vacation. The food is free and the activities sometimes aren't awful.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

[A vacation? What's that?]

"Sometimes aren't awful?" [Knuckles manages a small smirk.] Sounds great.

[i_speak_softly]

[He points to the journal again.] Read the guide. [And half-turns, ready to head off into the woods.] Good luck.