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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[pfft-scumbag.livejournal.com]

[Well, it's not a common thing to see a goddamn turtle swinging a large stick around and looking angry and that's why Xanxus stops for a second to watch the spectacle.]

Pfff.

[i_speak_softly]

[Yeah, he knows. His form is sloppy and his moves are not as powerful as they should be. He doesn't need your commentary.]

If you don't like it, don't watch.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph senses your tension, Donnie, and he feeds off it. When he wanders into the yard, his shoulders are squared and his face is stony, voice bitter.

He's obviously looking for a fight.]

Guess that's all it took ta get you trainin'.

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[i_speak_softly]

[He doesn't break his routine.]

Don't start.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Start what?

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[i_speak_softly]

[He spares you a gaze that would fry a lesser mortal.]

You know very well what.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

No. I don't. Enlighten me.

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[i_speak_softly]

No.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Well excuse the hell outta me. Sorry for interruptin'.

[But he doesn't leave. He just stands there and glares.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Go on. Tell him how crappy his form is. He dares you.]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

I was gonna ask if you wanted a sparrin' partner, but whatever. You keep playin' with your stick.

[Yes, his hands are still a wreck from yesterday. Like that's gonna stop him any.]

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[i_speak_softly]

Don't want one. Go away.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, fuck you too, Donnie.

[Then he turns on his heels and stalks away, emotion twisting like a hot knife in his chest.

As he leaves, he curses again, burying his battered knuckles in the concrete building wall.

But it's fine. It's fine.

He'll just have to go destroy himself another way.]

[pfft-scumbag.livejournal.com]

Since when do turtles walk like humans?

[And talk, for that matter.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Glances over his shoulder. May as well know who he's talking to.]

Since they crawl around in mutagenic ooze.

[pfft-scumbag.livejournal.com]

[...What?]

Mutagenic ooze. What bullshit.

[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.