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Eighth Theory [Voice]

Filtered to Molly and Raine Sage || Extremely Unhackable

Molly, Miss Sage - I've redrawn the blueprints.

The major change is that I gave up on the missiles, the generator, and the defensive capacities of the fort. Even with electricity, I wouldn't have been able to make them work. But, I found someone who can cast a magical barrier around the playground. He just needs everyone who should be allowed in to write down their own name. Miss Sage, if you could work on that list... ? There's no hurry, since we need to actually build the playground first, but it will take some time and we should get started.

Ah... I also put in floodlights; it seemed like a good idea...

What do you think, Molly? Does this design meet primary objectives?

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[Peeeeek over Don's shoulder. What's he doing now?]

[Sotto voce.] I found someone who can provide a defensive perimeter for the playground. Better than what I could build.

Like what?

[It pains him so much to admit this.] ... Magic.

You're kiddin'.

... No.

Ooookay, Donnie. You definitely need to get out more.

You think I'm making this up? I've been talking to people, Raph. Magic is very common here.

... Kind of disturbingly common.

You think I don't know that?

It's not gonna do anything weird to the kids, is it?

[... Ah, so Raph did learn something from his recent misadventures.]

It had better not.

I will say, though - even two months out of practice, I can easily take the individual in question.

If you can get past the magic.

... Fair point.

True point. You're just askin' for trouble.

[Because clearly DON has not learned anything from Raph's misadventures.]

He isn't like that. I think I could take him down before it occurred to him to fight back. [If, you know, it came to that.]

Suit yourself, Donnie, but don't say I didn't warn ya. No offense, but you ain't exactly a shinin' judge of character.

[He'd hate to see any one of his brothers go through the same ordeal he did. If Don couldn't get to this guy first, Raph would make sure he finished the job. Permanently.]

So what's this guy's name, anyways?

[Also a fair point. Don hasn't even met the guy in person yet.]

His name is Helios. Although I can already think of several colorful terms that you would be more likely to call him by.

[Raph rolls his eyes.] Oh gee, thanks.

But you better tell that guy that I'm watchin' him. No funny stuff. Got it?

You're watching him? I don't think threats are the way to handle this, Raph.

[He cracks a bit of a sinister grin.] Threats is always the way to handle things.

Edited 2010-04-03 17:42 (UTC)

[Don regards Raph for a long moment, wondering how he managed to survive to the age of eighteen when the only strategies he ever used to extricate himself from dangerous situations were "threaten someone" and "kick something".]

Okay, but how about this time we try diplomacy first, and leave coercion for later?

Well if you want to be boring.

[Raph threatens; Don is boring. That's just how it is.]

If I'm so boring, why are you here?

[He shrugs.] Just got back from work. Thought I'd go for a run. Wanna come with?

[Okay, that run part is kind of a lie, but what the hell. Don said he needs to train more. What better time than the present?]

[You're lying. He can tell. The only question is whether he's going to call you on it.]

Want to? Not really. Should? ... Okay, I'm getting up.

[This is going to hurt.]

C'mon, lazy-shell. [He thumps Don hard on the back of the shell.] Surprised that chair hasn't molded to your butt by now.

...Race ya! [Then he bolts out the room, heading for the front door.

Don't worry, Donnie, he'll go easy on you.]

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