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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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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.]

[And just like that, Raph is gone. Don's exit is more of a shuffle. In the past two months, he's barely moved faster than a walk.] I'm coming, I'm coming.

[He crows over his shoulder.] Aw, c'mon. I've seen old ladies run faster than you!

Last one to the village cleans the bathroom!

[Yeah, yeah. He's going to end up cleaning the bathroom anyway. God forbid Raph should ever pick up after his slovenly self.]

[He hastens his pace a little, and follows Raph out of the building.]

[Raph's always been the slowest of the bunch. Not that he'd really need to be all that fast. Just fast enough. He never plans on running from a fight, and all that dodging and messing around is more Mike's style.

But today? Today he's kicking Don's ever-loving butt and it feels fantastic.

When they get to the village fountain, he'll even make a show out of waiting casually for him, leaning against the side of the structure like he'd been there all day.]

Edited 2010-04-03 18:51 (UTC)

[He practically has been there all day, by the time Don shows up.

Don staggers across the square and slumps onto the edge of the fountain. Oh, man. A half-mile run should not be that difficult. He talks in between trying to get his breath back:]

Okay. Taunting. Thirty seconds. Go.

Nah, you're makin' it too easy! [He reaches to splash his bro with water instead.] It's worse than I thought.

[Oh, that feels good. Do it again, Raph.]

Isn't there any place to swim here? [Surely he could not have lost his ability to swim long distances without getting tired.]

There's a lake not too far from here, or... [He shoulders Don hard in the chest in an attempt to push him in.]

Edited 2010-04-03 19:11 (UTC)

[He makes a reflexive grab for the outside edge of the ledge, but his fingers slip and he topples backwards into the fountain, barely missing hitting his head on the central part of it. He comes up spluttering, his feet still sticking out of the water.]

You're really trying to kill me, aren't you?

[Okay, now that's just funny. He can't help but laugh.] Ya looked hot! I'm doin' you a favor!

[He offers Don a hand to help him up.] Now quit lyin' around. We still gotta run back home.

[If Don were a different kind of Turtle, he would take this excellent opportunity to pull Raph down into the fountain with him. But he isn't, and he doesn't.]

No, come on. Let's do something. If you let me go home now, I probably won't leave again for a week.

[Up you go, bro. You totally missed your chance.]

Now you're just makin' excuses.

Edited 2010-04-04 02:05 (UTC)

Making excuses for what? You want me to lock myself in my room again?

You just don't wanna run anymore. C'mon, Don, that was beyond pathetic! You're not gettin' off that easy.

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