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[LN] Can't get to his heart through his stomach. The plastron gets in the way.
Well, her first unsupervised mission had gone well -- they'd located and rescued a couple more people for the fight against Kuk, none of them had gotten hurt, and there was a whole gaggle of scientists who were reconsidering their stance on how to react to aliens. Not bad for an afternoon's work. She'd turned the mutant turtles over to Jack and Bunny for the full run-down, unleashed Dipper and Mabel to go do whatever it was the two of them did in their free time, and worked the rest of her adrenaline out on her latest sewing project.
The end result was a new hat for Molly (whenever she got back home. If she got back home) and a sugar craving that she could indulge since the North Pole's usual occupant was technically more famous among his preferred audience for his sweet tooth than he was for his ability to stab things really well.
It seemed that she wasn't the only one in the mood for a snack. A whole bunch of snacks had been laid out on a table in the kitchen, all of them looking a little picked over. She blinked at them, then at the turtle half-buried in the nearest cupboard.
"Are you throwing a party or testing for poison?"
The end result was a new hat for Molly (whenever she got back home. If she got back home) and a sugar craving that she could indulge since the North Pole's usual occupant was technically more famous among his preferred audience for his sweet tooth than he was for his ability to stab things really well.
It seemed that she wasn't the only one in the mood for a snack. A whole bunch of snacks had been laid out on a table in the kitchen, all of them looking a little picked over. She blinked at them, then at the turtle half-buried in the nearest cupboard.
"Are you throwing a party or testing for poison?"
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Yeah Raph, she wasn't buying it.
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He squirmed where he sat.
"I feel like it all levels out by me punching things and reading bodybuilding magazines. It's all about balance. I'm not a nerd."
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"Is there a reason you're angling so hard to get me to admit that I'm a dweeb?" A pause. "Which I'm not. This is purely hypothetical dweebiness we're talking about here."
Why couldn't she just let him have his (imagined) coolness? What kind of life was it when you couldn't at least pretend to be cool?
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"You're acting all weird about it," she said slowly, half thinking aloud. "Like it's this super-embarrassing thing, to admit that sometimes you play this one game. Like this one thing will completely overwhelm your personality if you don't immediately put some distance between you and it."
She closed her eyes, rubbing her chest with her fingertips. There was a strange feeling beneath her breast bone, strange because it felt like it had always been there and she was just now noticing it.
"I like scuba diving, but that doesn't make me a jock." She curled in on herself a little, squeezing her eyes more tightly shut as she tried to grasp her reasoning. "It's just a thing I enjoy doing, it doesn't make me me; not anymore than sewing my own clothes does. I don't need to defend it because it doesn't take anything away from me either. Who cares if other people don't think it's a 'Goth' hobby? Screw 'em, they don't get to choose for me. I get to choose." She opened her eyes, but they didn't really focus on anything, pupils dotted in fields of golden-brown. "It doesn't define you, so why is it embarrassing?"
She shuddered, like a person on the edge of sleep, and grabbed the edge of the table to steady herself. She blinked and shook her head, and her eyes focused on Raph again.
"Ugh. That was weird."
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Raph reached out a hand and held the back of his hand to her forehead, looking genuinely concerned.
"Are you sick? Or were you just briefly possessed by the wandering spirit of an after-school special? It was one about being yourself, wasn't it."
Okay, so he wasn't that concerned.
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"The spirit of after school specials has moved on, probably to your brother or a member of his tiny jingling hoard," she said, shaking her head. "I think it's just one of those weird 'you are a spirit' things, like how my contact lenses fused to my eyeballs or whatever."
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Then he sat back reflectively. "So has everyone been getting that stuff? Me and Mikey keep getting uses that aren't us's in our heads. Memories...feelings. Stupid catchphrases. I figured it had something to do with all the weirdness but still haven't figured out what."
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She shook her head. "I haven't been getting other feelings or memories that don't belong to me or anything like that. I just sometimes get weird, passionate mood-swings about stuff." She frowned at him thoughtfully. "What year is it, back in your reality?"
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"2013, why?"
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His mind was blown.
"Worst. Parents. Ever." He paused awkwardly as he remembered who he was talking to. "Comparatively speaking. You know, when compared to lots of parents, but not all parents."
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"Your parents, who were crime bosses, didn't let you watch violent cartoons. Wow. That is some kinda mental gymnastics there. Gold medal caliber stuff."
It was twisted. The fact that it was so twisted had him looking at her with even more interest and wonder. What kind of person survived their world being torn down and filled with that much contradiction? How had she dealt with all that confusion and still become the kind of person willing to throw herself in the thick of it to save the sorry behinds of strangers? If not for her and the twins, he and Mikey probably would've wound up dissected and kept in many separate little jars.
"I don't see how anyone could think laser weapons are less violent than bullets. They cut through even more than bullets do. I also don't get the whole stupid idea that violent cartoons somehow make kids violent. Is that some kind of surface world thing? Having it so it's socially acceptable to let your kids get raised by the TV and not teaching them anything? At all?"
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Raph was remarkably easy to talk to, for a guy from an alternate universe and a life so different from her own. She doesn't know if she's just latching onto him because he's close to her in age and acts like it, or if it's because of the way he ran to his brother to free him before going after what he'd thought were potential threats. Maybe it's just because he knows when and how to say wow, that sucks like he means it. Whichever reason it is, she wasn't planning on coming up with an excuse to leave for a bit.
"Most adults on the surface think kids are pretty stupid, I guess."
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He crossed his arms. "So it's not adults and kids, it's two kinds of adults that people seem to grow up into. There's the ones that delude themselves and can't admit they're wrong and that their kids are smart enough to get stuff and the ones that actually have humility and because they do, they're right most of the time, and can fix it when they realize they're wrong. And they realize their kids are just younger, slightly more naive people."
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Nico shrugged and picked up a fritter-thing covered in powdered sugar from one of the plates on the table and nibbled on it. "I haven't exactly met a lot of the latter, so I really can't speak for them." She chewed thoughtfully for a moment. "Vic's mother seemed okay."
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He crossed his arms. "Like, for instance, Master Splinter? Most of the time? He was always pretty calm and reasonable and talked to us like people and only did stuff like ground us or send us to the hashi if we wrecked the lair or did something stupid and dangerous. But after we faced the Shredder the first time, he destroyed us and it made sensei go crazy. It was the fighting equivalent of razing a village to the ground and salting the earth and we barely got away alive. So Master Splinter got so terrified of us getting killed he wouldn't let us go to the surface until we got better and kept drilling us until we were exhausted."
He went on, "But eventually, he realized he was acting crazy and stopped and apologized. See, he lost his first family to the Shredder so he was terrified we were going to die, too. But he knew that way of thinking, giving into that fear, was even more dangerous because it was making us too afraid. And he knew it wasn't right to ground us forever and take our freedom away just because he was scared. He could admit when he was wrong, so he did, and he did what was best for us instead of what made him feel better."
He nodded his head to the side, "Then on the other hand, you've got Shredder, who, before we were born, attacked Sensei and his wife - who Shredder had a thing for despite the fact she was happily married to Sensei - and blames sensei for the fact she died during it when he was the one that killed her. He goes on and on about it, about his stupid vendetta, and makes it out to be it's all Master Splinter's fault for making him angry. He doesn't even pretend he didn't do it, he just blames Master Splinter for 'stealing' her in the first place. The guy's delusional - he sees what he wants to see no matter how crazy it is."
He gave her a little shrug. "That's how people are. We've met a whole bunch of different ones that fell on both sides of the fence with all the trouble we've gotten into."
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She took another bite of her fritter. "Maybe your universe has a higher percentage of adults who aren't stupid than mine does. It wouldn't be the weirdest difference between our realities."
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He paused, as he considered something.
"How many normal adults do you deal with? These Avengers and all that, they're superheroes, right? Maybe that just attracts people that ego trip. Do they get to prance in front of cameras after saving the day or do they do things without getting credit like the rest of us vigilante types?"
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He gestured with his hands. "Because it's just you standing between innocent people and whatever or whoever that's gunning for them and that means you have to admit you're wrong whenever you're wrong or you might mess things up. And if you do mess up someone might get hurt and nobody's going to clean up your mess but you."
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"Yeah, that sounds about right," she said. "But that doesn't exactly give us much opportunity to find any reasonable adults, even if we weren't already thrice burned on them."
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Like the many times Karai had tried before she found out the truth. (And their fronts, she'd tried to stab their fronts.)
"It's weird that you'd split it up as an adult-kid thing when it's a people thing. Everyone winds up an adult someday - if they live long enough."
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She wasn't sure she expected to.
"I suppose Chase made it through his eighteenth birthday without going completely 'round the twist," she said. She smirked again. "Though I'd hardly call him a saint."
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