i_speak_softly | Forty-Third Theory [Mostly Action]

((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...

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Because it might be my only chance.

To be seen by a real doctor.

[He can understand it. They usually don't have the option of seeing one. Forced to fix their own wounds.]

[He nods, looking at his toes.]

It's getting harder to think of any reason not to.

We've always taken care of our wounds ourselves.

[Though some of them were out of their capabilities.]

[Leo, you're missing the point.]

I'm not wounded.

I know.

[He looks back to his sword for a moment, sheathing it when he's done. He understands why Donny wants to go. A part of him wants to go too. To check it out. It could be useful for future injuries. Especially those that are beyond their abilities.]

All right, we'll go. [He glances up at Don.] When did you plan to go?

[Maybe you do get it.]

You'll come?

Yeah, I'll go. Would be good to check the place out.

Next week, maybe.

[He nods, giving a little smile. Don's smile is almost infectious.]

Sounds good.

So how was your trip? [Did you find what you were looking for?]

It was good. [He actually took the time to look around beyond the village. He found what he needed, and got himself together again.]

I definitely got to know the area outside of the village a little better.

Do you... want to talk about it? [What made you leave. What made you come back. Anything else that's on your mind.]

[He looks away, staring at the water. It almost looks like one of his silent 'I don't want to talk about it' dismissive stares.]

I was uprooted, isolated from you guys. All of you were replaced in that alternate world. [Don knows well how much family means to Leo.] Between that and Karai, I just..needed time to get my head around it.

[He understands a lot of what Leo is going through, and only begrudges his time away because no one else made a big deal out of it.]

We're all still here. It didn't mean anything.

[He nods silently]

I know, I'm thankful to still have my real family here. [Because it probably would of been worse if they weren't here.]

[He fiddles with a blade of grass.]

Leo... tell me something about home?

[He turns to look glance at Don, raising an eyeridge.]

Home?

[He nods.] New York. The Lair. Us.

[He's silent for a while. There's so much that's gone on, or is around at home, it's hard to pin down just one thing. Some of it they still see here, just in different forms, while others they don't.]

It's noisier at home. [He doesn't mean the tv, as they have one here.] The sound of the subway rumbling through the tunnels, vehicles or people on the street. [It's stuff they knew their whole lives, learned to ignore it, some of them might of found comfort in the noise. But here it's missing.

It's interesting what you don't miss, until you don't hear it for months. Luceti has it's own sounds, but it's not quite the same as New York.]

[Don closes his eyes and follows Leo's voice to a familiar place.]

[Tell him more.]

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[Leo closes his own eyes. His memories are still a little fresh, but they are starting to fade a little, as memories from Luceti take their own places in his mind. The sights, the smells, the tastes. He could get used to this, hell he is getting used to this, more than he'll admit to himself.]

Running the rooftops at night. Not even because of trouble or training. Just for the fun of it. [Just to blow off steam or energy, or even to get some fresh air.]

Or just racing our way through the sewer tunnels on our scooter, and bike. [Acting like teenagers, instead of serious ninjas. This seemed so general, but Leo has the feeling Don's not asking for specific stuff.]

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[A smile curls across his face. He remembers.]

You should come running with me sometime.

[He opens an eye to glance at Don, noting the smile.]

I should. Even if the roofs are short compared to New York. [He's a little amused though.]

Usually I go through the woods. It's different, so... you don't think about the comparison.

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