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Eleventh Theory [Action/Voice]

((For the duration of the experiment Don's thoughts will be in {curly brackets}, OH GOD SORRY FOR THE BRAINSPAM.))

[Today Donatello is wandering around the village center, enjoying the nice weather and generally exploring. Unbeknownst to him, he is being followed by a thought bubble.]

[As he passes the clinic, on his way to the fountain:]

{... disassociative delusions. Induction of kinesthetic misperception. She thought her arm was artificial, so far as to... I should go visit her.}

[And as he comes into view of the school, he opens his journal:]

Molly, the weather is getting warm... do you want to start building the playground soon?

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{Right, like you would ever admit to not feeling fine. I swear, you and Leo...} Because you're talking like you do when you have a fever.

The what? [Ignoring the insult. It's not like he hasn't heard it before.]

I told you I feel fine. And I don't got a fever. Just look above you. Do you see that thing above your head?

Edited 2010-04-25 21:42 (UTC)

... Raph, I know we all miss Mikey, but that's no reason to start playing stupid made-you-look jokes.

I'm almost there. Are you inside?

[Otherwise, there's no answer. Once Don enters the barracks, he'll see what seems to be a giant storm cloud slowly engulfing the inside of the building. At its center stands Raphael, glaring at him with his arms crossed over his chest.]

[Uh-oh. Raph only gets emotionally voluble like that when he's delirious. Time to start running.]

Raph, is anyone there with you? [We are shouting into the journal now:] HEY! Is anyone there?

{Please, help my brother...}

[Less than a minute later, Don arrives in the barracks. The place is full of smoke.]

{Oh no. Delirious or drugged.}

Raph!

[He holds his breath, makes his way through the smoke, and seizes Raph's arm.]

Raph, come outside...

[With the touch of the arm, all of it is pulled back in like it's been sucked through a drinking straw. What's left of it flashes a violent, stormy red.]

Don't touch me.

{What the -}

[What follows in the thought bubble is a rapid catalog of everything in the room, as Don does a Ninja Assessment of his surroundings.]

[Oh, and the not-touching? Not happening.]

Raph, what's going on?

[He pulls his arm away.] Nothing! Let go.

Edited 2010-04-25 22:16 (UTC)

[Staaaaaring. Nervously:] Raph? What were you saying about thought bubbles?

It's some stupid Malnosso experiment, and it's driving me INSANE!

[He scrubs at his face.] I can't turn it off. It wasn't this bad this morning.

[He waves his arms desperately, like trying to clear a cloud of smoke.]

[He stops flailing, taking deep, steady breaths, his fists wound tightly at his side.]

[Don immediately covers his eyes. See, he can respect your privacy.]

Raph, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I thought you were saying those things. I don't - I don't know what you did say.

{How much of that was his thoughts? Is that really what it's like in his head? No wonder he acts that way...}

[The words disappear, replaced by a rolling, ominous-looking storm cloud. That's pure, unbridled emotion right there.

His eyes flick up to his brother's bubble.]

I told you.

[A frustrated growl breaks through his throat, and his fist buries itself in a nearby wall.]

Are you happy!?

[Still not looking.]

No!

{This must be so awful for him, he's such a private person - is he looking? What a mess. If this goes on much longer we'll probably never speak to each other again.}

Raph... I knew, but... just... is it like that all the time?

[He grits his teeth, leaning with his fist still against the wall.]

Yeah. [He breathes, trying to clear his head.] Pretty much.

Always? I mean, since you were younger?

... How do you live with it?

Crap. [He swats at that thought too.]

I mean, I was mad. No big deal.

[Peeking through his fingers.]

Is it... okay if I look?

{Inside your brain is the only part of you I haven't seen... Do you trust me enough for this, Raphael?}

Y-yeah.

I don't care.

[Looking.]

Raph...

{Whatever I see in there, it won't change who you are to me. It's okay. But if you don't want me to... I understand.}

It's fine. Just...don't act too surprised.

Edited 2010-04-25 23:57 (UTC)

I'll... try. Just remember I can't control it either.

{Okay, so we can see each other's thoughts. No big deal. We'll just...}

You said you were doing some work here?

[He clears his throat.] Well I...yeah, not really though. I mean, it's kind of just an empty room. [Turning behind him, he swings the door open, showing Don the dingy room he's dubbed the dojo.]

We really need some mats.

Edited 2010-04-26 01:36 (UTC)

Mats are never a dumb idea. Do you know where to get some? Or do we have to make them?

{There, see. No big deal at all. Just talking to Raph.}

Not the mats. Just...[Have a head-picture of flashbacks from his earlier sessions with Isamu.] other stuff.

But I think we gotta make 'em.

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