Twenty-first Theory [Voice/Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Hi, Luceti library. A giant turtle is rummaging through your card catalog and muttering to himself about how woefully incomplete your filing system is. Then that same giant turtle is conducting a thorough search of your nonfiction section, and changing his complaints to a muted diatribe about how woefully incomplete your research collection is.

Eventually, he gives up, and turns to the one book that's always there for him.]

I'm looking for information about healing magic... can anyone spare a moment to enlighten me?

[Later, the very same giant turtle can be found near the playground, wandering in and out of the area, staring in odd directions and generally acting quite strange.]

Comments

[voice]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

What about it, Purple?

[voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[... Oh, hi Isamu. This is your sparring master graciously sucking it up and becoming your magic student.] I think it's time for me to learn some.

[voice]

[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Huh. Lucky for you it's not too hard, then. You just gotta get the little healing spirit to pay attention to you.

Obviously, I'm proof she'll teach anyone.

[voice]

[i_speak_softly]

I've already made a start on that. What I don't know is how to use the spirit.

[Voice]

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

Which kind of healing magic..?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

... Is there more than one kind?

[Voice]

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

Yes. There's one kind for plants, and another kind for people.

[ voice ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

... Healing magic, huh.

[ Someone sounds very displeased. ]

[ voice ]

[i_speak_softly]

Sorry, Doctor. But evidence shows it's the most effective medicine here.

[ voice ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Whatever floats your boat. She doesn't listen to me.

[Voice]

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

What would you like to know?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

Anything you want to tell me would be a help.

[Voice]

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

In my world, I have studied magic since I was young, and I have recently contacted Nala, the healing spirit in this world.

[Voice]

[esper-flight.livejournal.com]

You mean the healing magic Nala teaches, or another kind?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

Hi, Terra. Yes, the "Nala" magic. Do you know much about it?

[Voice]

[esper-flight.livejournal.com]

I do. Nala's a very friendly spirit and she can be heard just about anywhere. She's not picky about teaching people, either...which is good, since healing magic can be pretty handy. It takes about two weeks to become decent at that skill.

[Voice]

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

...With Nala?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

... Derek? You've studied healing magic?

[Voice]

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

...Yeah. Been studying a lot of things since I got here.

[Voice]

[folklorist]

Healing magic? What do you want to know, Donatello?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

Your bag of tricks is truly bottomless, isn't it, Helios?

[Voice]

[folklorist]

[ You get a laugh for that. ]

I never knew how to do healing magic before I got here though! Nala is a wonderful teacher, very open if you're willing to listen.

[Action]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Once Don returns home in the evening, he'll find Raph on the couch, grinning widely at his journal with a somewhat glazed expression. Whatever he's doing, he's too engrossed to even notice Don walking through the door.]

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Oh. Well. That's never a good expression to see on Raph's face. He's probably looking at one of those X-rated pages people have been finding in their journals all week.]

[Don will try to sneak to his room without being noticed. He does NOT want to be forced to look at those pictures.]

[Action]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[You know him well, indeed. But this time, he's got something even better. He looks up from the book and his grin widens even further.]

Yo Donnie! You seen the books? They called the second draft!

[He scrambles to his feet, ready to shove his journal in his brother's face, open to the new draft list and happily points to two names toward the middle of the page.]

You seein' this!? We're finally goin' to war!

[The alcohol on his breath might explain why he's talking ten decibels louder than normal.]