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.]

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[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.]

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[i_speak_softly]

[Damn. Spotted.]

The - the draft?

[Oh. The draft.]

Now?

[Raph can't seem to hold the book still, so Don snatches it to read the announcement. When he's done, he looks up at Raph. His gaze turns accusing.]

You've been drinking again.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, now! Like, Sunday!

[He chuckles at the accusation, shaking his head.]

Nah, nah, just a little. Really little. All in moderation, y'know?

But c'mon, 'bout damn time, ain't it?

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[i_speak_softly]

[Sunday. It's already Thursday.]

It's never time for something like this.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Ah! I knew you'd say that. Predictable.

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[i_speak_softly]

[So what if he is. The war is still wrong.]

[Don touches the page to make the announcement replay.]

It's not very informative, is it?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

I dunno, they ship us off, we bust some heads. I ain't worried about details.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Oh, shell. Leo isn't here and Raph is still defaulting to his "kick butt and take names" strategy. That means that Don has to be the one to come up with an Actual Plan.]

Whose heads? Where? And when? He doesn't seem very clear on the date.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

You think we can trust these people to give us the whole story? I don't think so.

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[i_speak_softly]

It might be nice if they gave us a few helpful hints. Seeing as we're putting our lives on the line for them.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Whaaaatever, Donnie. [He waves off that comment like clearing smoke.] Either way, we're still stuck stabbin' in the dark. It ain't a mystery they don't got a clue what they're doin'.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Could it be? Is Raph acting even more blase about potential injury and death than he usually does? Don does not like this.]

We'd better handle our own preparations, then. I have some work to finish.

[He hands back Raph's journal and moves toward his room.]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Keep in mind he's also partially hammered, but yeah. Self-preservation is disturbingly low on his list of priorities.]

I've been ready. More than ready.

[He takes the journal and sits back on the couch, flipping through in search of more information.]