Fifty-Second Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Anyone visiting, or working at, the clinic this afternoon will surely hear a sudden commotion from one of the lab rooms. If they investigate, or merely wait until the perpetrators burst out of the room, they will find two anthropomorphic turtles and some kind of human-monkey hybrid, all looking quite agitated.]

[Before the bursting-out, the following exclamations may be heard through the door:]

Leo, what are you doing in my lab? And who are you?

[There's muttering after the first voice, before a second truly speaks up.]

You! What are you doing here, freak!

[There is a brief moment of silence after the second voice sounds, just long enough for the echoes to drift through the hallway. Then... a clipped, terse, but possibly-almost-recognizable voice - without its usual accent - speaks:]

If I don't get answers as to why I'm here immediately, neither of you are going to be walking out that door.

((i_speak_softly, honorthecode, and semper_cogitans have been returned from mallynapping, believing that they come from worlds other than their canon ones, and that they have just arrived in Luceti for the first time. Help them sort things out? Please specify which of them you want to tag back - can be more than one if you'd like!))

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[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

[Once he woke up, Rod sat up quickly and looked around. This isn't any place he recognized. He rubbed at his head for a minute, spotting the other turtle when he spoke up. Who's Leo?

Any more questions though were killed when he spotted the freak. His eyes narrowed as he pointed at Robert.]

Trying to blame us? Just like you freaks to blame somebody else. I bet it was you that dragged us here!

... forgive the epic icon fail, sob. *is drawing more terrible icons... slowly*

[capuchinja.livejournal.com]

As if I'd have anything to do with you creatures any longer than I had to! [Robert - or rather, Audubon, as he'd call himself - whirls on the Turtle and glares down his blunt, wide nose.] And it'd be just like a Turtle to drag me to a lab to do a few "experiments". Don't think I've forgotten the last time that happened!

[The long, thick tail behind the mutant lashes as he sizes up his opponents. One of them is barely going to present a problem - he's so obviously physically incapable - but the one threatening him is an issue. It'll probably take a good minute to grapple him to the ground and choke him out, but it's nothing he hasn't done a thousand times...

Audubon's already calculating his first move; the words are more a distraction, to throw the Turtle off while he gets himself to safety.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Is this - aggressive behavior? Donald has never seen it in person, but he's heard of it, and he does not want to be involved. To that end, he shrinks into a corner of what he has already realized isn't his lab.]

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

[Rodney's dealt with Audubon's like before too. Don backing up in fright though kicks up a protective streak, even if he doesn't know him. Rodney might know martial arts, but not every turtle knows them.

Thus he's glaring right back at him, falling into a ready stance..]

I wasn't even messing with you before now. [So clearly that means it's Audubon's fault. He will advance on the capuchin mutant. Intent to drive him off.]

[capuchinja.livejournal.com]

[In a blur of furred movement, Audubon hops back, pivoting on his limbs with a practised ease of motion that Robert would have never been able to do. Rodney might recognize it as a kind of martial art, though it's some strange blend - with motions that seem out of place, as though they were taught by an imperfect teacher. And they were.

He's been trained to fight Turtles. He knows their weak points - where their shells connect to their bodies, how their bridges are formed, the frailness of the skin around their necks. They may be covered in natural armour, but they can go down fast when you hit them in the right place.]

I'm not interested in your lies. Tell me who took me here and I might let you live.

Robert

[consultmybooks]

[Giles is stopping by the clinic mostly to make off with a new roll of bandages when the commotion starts. He's already on his way to the door to investigate when he recognizes the voices and...pauses.

Giving the three inside just enough time to burst out of the room.

...he knows these people. Hang on a second.]

Y-You're, um...

...y-you're back.

And Audubon you shall have! Though uh. Bear in mind I have terrible icons. 8[

[capuchinja.livejournal.com]

[After whatever happens in there, Audubon's in no shape to deal with this situation. It's all too strange and nothing makes any sense. What the hell is going on?

He's only too glad to get away from the Turtles, though. But the last thing he expects to encounter is another mutant.

Giles is nothing he's ever seen before. With glasses on his face - with the smallest beakpiece he's ever seen in his life! - and with five fingers and flesh just like his. It's enough to actually make him stop and stare, flicking his long tail with agitation and bewilderment.]

Wh-what...?

[He instantly shifts into a battle-ready stance. It's a fluid, practised motion that is entirely unrecognizable on someone who looks like a very monkey-like parody of Robert.]

[consultmybooks]

[A battle ready stance that is matched by Giles - he trusts Don and Leo, fine, but you never know what can happen to someone over a kidnapping and this...

...strange...

...Giles lowers his fists very slightly, looking utterly aghast.]

...Robert?

[capuchinja.livejournal.com]

[What is this name, and why is he being addressed with it? Audubon's gaze hardens, though there's still an incredulousness about his features betrayed by the way he is hesitating, and not instantly going to attack Giles.]

I don't know who you're talking about.

[His gray eyes - still the same as ever - search Giles penetratingly.]

... Who are you? And why are you a mutant? [Unspoken: "Like me?"]

[consultmybooks]

[Giles' expression twists into one of mixed disgust and offense at the word before he forces his hackles to settle.]

...yes, to you I suppose I must look very odd.

The word you're looking for is "human." Homo sapien, to be terribly scientific.

Robert for sure, but Don and/or Leo can come, too!

[lostinmyway]

[Every few days, Grune wanders by the clinic to make sure nobody there is lonely and needing a visit. Today is one of those days.

When she hears voices coming from one of the labs, she directs a mildly curious look in its direction, then slowly begins making her way towards it.]

Probably just Robert here for now, but Don might jump in later if that's okay? :3

[capuchinja.livejournal.com]

[Grune is just in time to see Audubon exit the hallway. This may not be the first day since the mun isn't sure, what with timeline awkwardness but he is still hanging around the area, uncomfortable as things are for a person who is completely unused to Luceti and only vaguely aware that he might not be a hideous abomination here.

He startles when he sees Grune. Tall, pale, definitely not a Turtle - funny curves in all these places, where her plastron should be, and no shell, and long soft fur coming from her head.

It's enough to make him stop, and cautiously stare. There are no shadows to dart into with the labs, but there is a wall he can press his back against. And he does this, skittering back reflexively, his long furred tail whisking as he sizes up this possible opponent.]

Leo's here! o/

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

[Not too long after Audubon, comes Rodney. He's checking out the area to see if that freak is still here. Not to mention it's so freaking cold out there. Who the hell is running this town? He freezes though when he sees Grune. He tenses up.]

Great, another one. [He growls in annoyance.]

Excellent! A two-for-one deal. :D (Also 1/2)

[lostinmyway]

[Grune blinks. He looks a little different, but is that….] Robert?

2/2

[lostinmyway]

[And then she beams and steps forward with the intention of giving him a big, soft hug.] Welcome home!

Yes! And probably soon to be three-for-one! o/`

[capuchinja.livejournal.com]

[...

The sheer strangeness of being called that freezes Audubon in place a long moment, but then she approaches and the first thing in mind is get away - reflexively, he springs back along the wall, somersaulting agilely aside. This has the added bonus of putting distance between himself and Rodney.]

Who are you?! [His voice is laced with frustration and the barest traces of fear. He can't trust anybody.]

Robert fer sure and anyone else. All the people!

[folklorist]

[ Helios is just walking to the clinic in town, probably to get some supplies because you can never be too prepared. He hears the commotion inside one of the labs. Naturally he'll go in to investigate what's happening so have one concerned looking headmaster. ] Hello?

\o/ All the people!

[capuchinja.livejournal.com]

[The moment the door swings open, Audubon's back is to the wall, and he's pressed against it, eyes sweeping the room. The muscles in his arms stand out as he holds himself at attention, ready for whatever it is - come what may, he'll survive. He always manages to, somehow.

This probably won't be a usual sight for Helios.]

[folklorist]

[ Helios walks through, with slight trepidation, his green eyes sweeping the room as he does so. And no it's not a usual sight, not at all. When he sees Robert, or Audubon, Helios pauses green eyes widening a little. ] R-Robert?! Y-You're back!

[ Albeit you are looking quite different and strangely not yourself. This is very strange, very very strange. ]

[capuchinja.livejournal.com]

[What is with this name and him...? Audubon sets his jaw, whisking his tail, and appraises Helios cautiously.]

... Audubon. That's my name.

[That's definitely a combat stance that Audubon is in. Though he doesn't rush to attack Helios, he definitely won't be above hurting him to get away if he has to. Which Robert would never be able to fathom on his own.]

[folklorist]

[ Helios holds up his hands in what is supposed to be a placating gesture. He might move away from Audubon frowning still. ]

N-No it's...it's not. Well not usually. Your, your name really is R-Robert. A different you is named Robert.

I am so sorry this is late...

[daisy023]

[The Chief hears the commotion within the Clinic. She recognizes the voices: Robert... And Don. There is another one. She prepares to go in.]

What is going on?

Late is fine! I am late-tagging all over the place hngh

[capuchinja.livejournal.com]

[Daisy will find a very strange thing, something that might ping her xenophobia, in place of Robert - a giant mutant half-simian creature, distancing himself from the two Turtles inside.

He looks to be on high alert, in a clearly defensive - even aggressive - posture. Certainly not what would be easy to expect from Robert.]

I tag at a snail's pace...

[daisy023]

[She comes in. At a quick glance, she identifies Don, another of his species... and an unknown resident.

Alien. Threat. Enemy.

Her whole body burns into a combat stance when she witnesses the Brute-like creature.

The only thing that stops her from drawing a pistol is the recognition of that face. She cannot hesitate in a combat situation, so she asks.]

Who are you.

[In the most controlled way she can. More akin to an attack dog held at bay.]

So am I, right now. D8

[capuchinja.livejournal.com]

[He stiffens defensively upon seeing Daisy, with a mixture of fear and anger that suggests he doesn't recognize her.]

... My name is Audubon.

I don't know why I've been taken here, but I'm not going quietly if you're going to kill me.

[He doesn't make any move to attack anybody, but he's clearly agitated.]