Twenty-fourth Theory [Action/Accidental Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[Happy Sunday, Luceti. Donatello hopes you're having a better morning than he is. That shouldn't be very difficult, given that right now he's wishing he were dead.

He tends to feel that way when he's having a migraine. And right now he's having just about the worst one he's ever had. He woke up this morning with thirty-two years worth of memories trying to cram themselves into his sixteen-year-old brain, and the laws of nature just don't really like that kind of thing. Thus, Donatello will be lying in a dark room, moaning quietly to himself, until the superabundance of memories sorts itself out and normal mental functioning is able to resume.

He'd really appreciate some silence right now. But the journal is open on his nightstand, you can probably hear his misery, and nothing but the goodness of your heart is stopping you from making his horrible day even worse.]

Comments

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

No, it's fine. It's over anyways.

[i_speak_softly]

If it makes a difference... you were still yourself in that world.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[i_speak_softly]

[You heard him.] Still the one most likely to cross lines.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[No, he doesn't get it.] What're you talkin' about now?

[i_speak_softly]

[Come on, Raph. Follow the train of thought.] My - [Taps his head. Very gently.] The other one.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

What?

Wait a minute. You sayin' your thing had all of us livin' in zoos?

1/whatever

[i_speak_softly]

Yes, of - [Oh. Wait. Maybe that's not a good thing.]

okay only 2

[i_speak_softly]

At least they never split us up?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[It takes him a while to respond, but even then it's a disappointing answer.]

I don't like it.

[i_speak_softly]

I'm trying not to like it but - the other one doesn't know what I'm complaining about.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Don, you're startin' to sound...what is it? Schizophrenic. It's gettin' kinda freaky.

[i_speak_softly]

[Frustrated.] Raph, he's in here! I'm repressing him, but only because he's weak... He's poking around through my memories and telling me how sorry he is.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph's frown deepens, a hard and cold expression of forced detachment. You can practically see the iron walls falling down around him. Coping mechanisms. They're wonderfully frustrating things.]

[i_speak_softly]

[What Don wouldn't give for Raph's walls right now.]

[On second thought, walls are exactly what he doesn't want. He throws the blanket off, slaps his feet on the floor, and lurches towards the door. Balance isn't exactly happening, but he just needs to make it out of this house.]

I - need to - take a walk...

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph's up and chasing after him in half a heart beat's time, reaching out to grab his shoulder and anchor him in place.]

Whoa, whoa. You sure you should be walkin' around? You were pretty sick this mornin'.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don twists out of Raph's grasp, and stumbles towards the front of the house.]

Come with me, then.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

All right, fine. Just don't push it.

[He follows Don out the door, trying not to fret. Fretting isn't his thing, and it's so not good for his blood pressure.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Here goes Don, weaving his way out of the house with fairly impressive speed. Once outside, he turns right, heading off the path and into the woods. With every step, he mumbles:] Shut up.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Donnie! [Raph takes off after him, but can't quite catch up. He's still not up to his full strength after losing his wing, and even before then he's always been the slowest.

The best he can do is grumble between breaths and try to keep up.] Dammit, Don.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don stops short, then looks over his shoulder, staring at you with a strange gaze.] No! He's mine!

[BRB, taking off again.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Holy shell, his brother's gone mental.]

Donatello! Get your ass back here!

[He's done playing this game 8|]

Now!

[i_speak_softly]

Stay away from me!

[Glance upwards - but no, tree climbing is not going to happen today. Swift lurching it is.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that's it. Raph pushes himself into a sprint that is fueled on pure brotherly protective fury. He doesn't know what the hell is going on, but it's making him sick to see Don acting like this.

He'll tackle his ass to the ground if he has to. This has got to end.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Yeah, that's not going to be difficult. Don's head bounces off the dirt and he sees stars.]

No! Let me go!