Ninth Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Donatello is out behind C6 today, practicing his somewhat-rusty bo skills. Partly because that run with Raph was embarrassing, and he needs to start training again. Partly because he's upset about Mike being gone, and hitting things with a big stick is really cathartic.]

[You could try to talk to him, but he's not in the friendliest mood.]

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[i_speak_softly]

Try living with the fallout.

[If he were in a better mood, the pun might have been intended.]

[pfft-scumbag.livejournal.com]

No.

[He keeps standing there, a bit fascinated by well...this is a walking turtle.]

What is your purpose?

[i_speak_softly]

My purpose?

[Well, okay. Not a bad thing to think about while he's training. Focus, center, all those things his Sensei tried to help him find when "because it's fun" didn't come naturally to him.]

To not be a victim.

[pfft-scumbag.livejournal.com]

You haven't been in a circus of some sort?

[i_speak_softly]

[Thin ice, Whoever-you-are. Don is no fan of bloodshed, but just at this moment tsuki (i.e., ramming the business end of his bo through your throat) has become strangely tempting.]

No.

[pfft-scumbag.livejournal.com]

Ah. What a surprise.

[No, he isn't really sarcastic and yes, he notices that the turtle is getting agitated but Xanxus doesn't really see that as his problem.]

[i_speak_softly]

It seems there is a maximum to how bad my luck can get.