Thirtieth Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

My sons... MY SONS!

[Donatello stands outside House 55, his shell resting against the wall, staring into the fog.]

Someone help me!

[It's not real.]

NOOOOOOOO!

[That's what everyone has been saying on the journals. So Don doesn't fall into the trap, doesn't go into the mist. (Through the red lens over his eye, it looks like a spray of arterial blood. When he loses focus, he starts to see the red cloud with both eyes. Then he blinks and it's gone again.) But he doesn't go inside either. He can't walk away from his father's voice. Not even when the words give way to pained cries, not even when cold fear grips him as he realizes he doesn't know who needs help.]

[No one. It's not real.]

[Still, he can't bring himself to move.]

((Not marked as Voice because he isn't saying anything, but if you call him over the journals he'll answer. Stay inside tonight, Luceti...))

Comments

[Action]

[justicereigns]

[Winnie the Pooh-Smoker looks worried.]

Don? You all right??

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[The voice is familiar, but he can't tell who's inside the ridiculous bear costume.]

Yes, um...?

[Action]

[justicereigns]

[Oh god he doesn't want to openly admit he's the one stuck in a giant teddy bear costume! So, sorry Don, he's ignoring that now.]

What happened?

I thought no one wanted to go out in the fog.

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Suit yourself, mystery person. Don's replies will be more guarded than usual.]

I'm not out in the fog. I'm still touching the house. [He raps his gauntleted knuckles against the wall, just to prove his point.]

[Action]

[justicereigns]

Does that count?

... It's Smoker by the way. [See the smoke? It's a little harder to tell in the fog, but being stuck in a giant children's cartoon bear suit isn't going to stop him from smoking. Nothing will stop him. In any case, he doesn't want to make Donatello even more guarded.]

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[He thought the fog was moving a little oddly in your vicinity.

He relaxes a little, now that he knows who you are. And he's not in the mood to make fun.]

Mike would say so.

[Action]

[justicereigns]

[A soft grunt.]

Shit like this happen to you guys that often?

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

Often enough. [He reconsiders the pat answer.] More than often enough.

[Action]

[justicereigns]

[Quiet laugh.] Your world must be one hell of a place. Or a lot like the Grand Line with more stable buildings.

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

We have a knack for stumbling across the stranger corners of it.

[Action]

[justicereigns]

At least it can't be too boring.

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

Never.

[Action]

[justicereigns]

Heh. So this is as far as you're going to explore?

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

I've heard what happens out there. [Sideways glance.] Why are you walking around, anyway?

[Action]

[justicereigns]

To see it for myself. I'm not the type to stay indoors when there's trouble going on and if there's someone out here who needs help. [Shrugs.]

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

Did you find anyone?

[Action]

[justicereigns]

No, but I went over to check on Kohaku for a bit.

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Oh, he knows her. A little.] Are you friends with her?

[Action]

[justicereigns]

Kind of, yeah. I'd like to think so anyway.

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

She seems like a hard person to get to know...

[Action]

[justicereigns]

Kohaku?? The angel??? I don't know about that.

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

Well, yes, she's an angel. How do you talk to someone like that?

[Action]

[justicereigns]

[A small chuckle.] You just do.

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[A soft answering laugh.] I didn't.

[Action]

[justicereigns]

[Shrugs.] I don't know, in general you don't have to overthink it? She's pretty easy going and she doesn't know a lot about humans, but it works out.