ya_assemble | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

It's a little known fact, but just outside of Santa's workshop, there exists an ice rink. Regulation NHL sized, it's set up for hockey games in addition to ice skating. It isn't used often these days, but today, at least, one person was making good use of it.

Casey Jones, goalie mask firmly over his face as usual, was skating around the ice, slapping puck after puck into the net with remarkable accuracy. Those who came upon him would hear the rhythmic slapping noises of stick hitting puck long before they actually saw him.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Casey looked over. And stared. And kept staring. His head turned from one turtle to the other. Neither of them were from his world, of course, but the red masks were a dead giveaway.

"Two of you. I've had nightmares like this. How have you two nutcases not killed each other yet?" He asked, almost incredulously.

Raph went from chuckling at the other Raph's insults to laughing at Casey's...well, no, just at Casey.

"Ain't from my world either. Looks like we found ourselves a stray Jones," he said with a sardonic grin, "let's take him home and get him a collar and leash before he does somethin' stupid, like playin' hockey outside at the North Pole."

"What, ya think it's too cold out here? Feels like it's barely even freezing."

It was, of course, far below that, but Casey hadn't had much of an opportunity to work out that he was far more resistant to the cold than the rest of the myths.

"Oh, I get it. You two must be the wimpier versions of my Raph. S'okay, I'll see about helping you work on that."

Edited 2015-06-17 02:47 (UTC)

Raph just stared at Casey, eyebrow slightly raised, incredulous. Then he turned to the other Raph and said in a stage whisper, "It's almost like he doesn't realize that with there being two of us, we can kick his butt twice as hard."

He gestured to Casey.

"But, you know, it is a Casey Jones and this is basic math we're talking about here..."

And Raph stage-whispered back: "Are you tellin' me there's Caseys out there who don't need to learn everything the hard way? I'll believe that when I see it."

He glanced to Casey as if he couldn't hear them.

"He's just grumpy cause he knows he can't get away with nothin' no more. Ah well, dunno about you but this ain't the first time I'll have to literally knock sense into him."

Edited 2015-06-18 11:33 (UTC)

"Well, if you chuckleheads really want a butt-kicking," Casey said, stepping off the ice and shucking off his skates, "who'm I to say no?"

Skates off, in socks at the North Pole, Casey Jones proceeded to start a fight by yanking a large rubber dodgeball out of his bag and chucking it at the younger Raphael's head.

Edited 2015-06-25 04:41 (UTC)

He dodged it easily, but it produced what was possibly the desired effect, which was Little Raph getting pissed off.

"Hey!" he cried out, annoyed. "That tears it! You brought this little lesson in pain on yourself."

He jerked his head to the left and to the right, cracking his neck, and then dove in.

"Lesson? I teach the class on pain." Casey said, pulling out a broomball stick and trying to clock Little Raph upside the head with it.

The older Raph was not about to be left out of the fight. So while Casey swung for the little guy, Raph came in from the other side with the intent of putting Casey in headlock.

"Not so fast, ya whackbag!"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only