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[LN] Beat of His Own Drums [Open]
As soon as the yeti finished that beautiful, beautiful brand spankin' new not liberated from the trash drum kit, Raph had swooped in and commandeered it, dragging it off piece by piece to the room he'd also commandeered as his own when he'd first arrived.
"You can make another one," he'd shot back at the pouting yeti, who'd sighed and gotten back to work as he stole the cymbals.
It was a Pearl Export kit. Not exactly top of the line but solid, had a good sound just like the real thing (talk about trademark infringement, right?), and most importantly of all, it was new. Like so few of Raph's belongings were. In fact, the only belongings he had that weren't, ahem, "recycled," were things April and Casey had given him. Everything else was junk scavenged from the surface by Splinter - and then by him and his brothers when they started going up.
New drums. Actual new drums. And a new cd player. And new cds. He'd managed to grab a few new things, actual new things. For the first time in his life, he was playing on a new drum kit.
All the "you have to save all of existence" stuff aside, this place rocked.
That was why he was in his room banging away, sometimes playing very recognizable drums beats by themselves, sometimes in time with the original music. If it sounded like he was crazy enthusiastic about what he was doing, it was because he was.
He'd left his door open out of a general lack of consideration for others, but the noise didn't add much more noise pollution to the busy workshop than there was - and at least he was good. Very good, in fact.
"You can make another one," he'd shot back at the pouting yeti, who'd sighed and gotten back to work as he stole the cymbals.
It was a Pearl Export kit. Not exactly top of the line but solid, had a good sound just like the real thing (talk about trademark infringement, right?), and most importantly of all, it was new. Like so few of Raph's belongings were. In fact, the only belongings he had that weren't, ahem, "recycled," were things April and Casey had given him. Everything else was junk scavenged from the surface by Splinter - and then by him and his brothers when they started going up.
New drums. Actual new drums. And a new cd player. And new cds. He'd managed to grab a few new things, actual new things. For the first time in his life, he was playing on a new drum kit.
All the "you have to save all of existence" stuff aside, this place rocked.
That was why he was in his room banging away, sometimes playing very recognizable drums beats by themselves, sometimes in time with the original music. If it sounded like he was crazy enthusiastic about what he was doing, it was because he was.
He'd left his door open out of a general lack of consideration for others, but the noise didn't add much more noise pollution to the busy workshop than there was - and at least he was good. Very good, in fact.
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"Yeah," she agreed. "I haven't really struggled with it so much since we ran away again." She shrugged and smirked a little. "But then, I did end up in a position where I'm fighting cowboy werewolves and old guys whose nostalgia and magic amulets turn them into monsters the size of buildings, so my continued survival is actually something of note."
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Absorbed. Not eaten.
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He added, "And you're lucky on the alien front." He shuddered visibly. "That thing was like something out of the movie 'The Whatsit.'"
One that Nico didn't have in her world. No, what she had was a little movie called 'The Thing.'
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Raph's eyes were very wide.
"It almost got me by pretending to be Leo and then it did get me and Casey but April blew it up with her brain right after we got sucked in."
His eyes still very wide, he paused, thoughtful, as a whole bunch of things suddenly became clear.
"You know, when I really think about it, hiding out in a run-down farmhouse in the middle of nowhere was probably just inviting all this creepy horror stuff. We jinxed ourselves. The only choice of hideouts that would've been worse was if we'd decided to stay in an abandoned insane asylum."
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He nodded into his pillow a few times too many.
"I think I would've been okay with being splatted if that was the only other option."
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Well, Nico would rather die than go evil like her parents, so it wasn't too far off.
"Then good thing it worked out like it did," she said. "I'm glad Molly's parents weren't explode-things-with-your-mind kind of psychics."
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Her being psychic would explain the glowy eyed thing though.
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At least that'd make sense. Even if Nico and her team would probably be best off on their own, at least if it was social services their motivation would be concern over anything really selfish.
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Nico couldn't help but smirk a little.
"She actually punched her mutant celebrity crush out through the doors of a church and into a snowbank for being a jerk, according to what she's told us."
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"So these 'superheroes'-" three-fingered hands were pretty good at quotey fingers because they actually looked like quotes "-apparently think kidnapping is perfectly fine? How do they manage that potentially medal-winning bit of mental gymnastics?"
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"Dunno. Like I said, we try to avoid chatting with any of them, if at all possible. There's a reason I sling spells first and ask questions later, and all of those reasons are 'superheroes are dumb'."
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He was still preemptively resentful of her world's heroes, without ever having met them, for some of them being celebrities for being heroes.
Fuuuuck those guys. Yes, he was jealous.
"Like you keep saying little stuff here and there and it paints a picture that I think would be a lot uglier if I saw the whole thing."
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"Like, every single team in the U.S. basically got into a huge fight over whether or not people with super powers should register with the government, right? Well, they were so busy fighting each other that me and my friends had to fight a monster the size of a skyscraper. Plus the fun experience of my second go 'round at breaking into a government facility to rescue someone, and that time was more similar to time number three than number one."
Time number three being the one where she and Raph met, if he remembered that bit of trivia she'd dropped.
"And after that was all over, all their government-trained heroes were pretty much instantly mowed down by the alien invasion. So as far as I can tell, they're just chugging liquid stupid now."
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Raph was allowed to be disgusted when Splinter had trained the hell out of his sons (and April). He was allowed to be disgusted when he and his brothers went at alien invasions with slightly-enhanced near-human abilities and weapons from feudal Japan, typically managed to save everyone, and didn't even take credit for it.
Okay, so they'd lost against the Kraang in the big invasion but that was after already having stopped one before, and they planned to go back and face impossible odds anyway once Leo was better. And yes, the canisters of ooze had hit a lot of people during that one fight in the Kraang ship but it was a fight and sometimes you couldn't control what happened in a fight. It wasn't really out of selfishness and ego and stupidity so much as the fight just not going well. Everything that could have gone wrong had.
That robot'd had surprise butt cannons, after all.
"I think the worst we ever did - aside from losing against a whole invasion force when we were hopelessly outnumbered and outmatched in a situation where all our enemies teamed up against us and just about anyone would lose - was have a fight go bad in one of the Kraang ships. It was out of control, a hatch accidentally got banged open, and a bunch of mutagen canisters got dumped all over New York. And you know what we did? We went out just about every night and tried to hunt down every. Single. Canister to try to get them before anyone got mutated. It wasn't even our fault but we figured it was still our responsibility to try to make it right."
He was actually angry now.
"We fight aliens with ninjutsu and weapons that were the height of technology in feudal Japan and we held off one alien invasion and saved like hundreds of hostages without them even knowing we did it. How. How are they messing up that badly? Me and my brothers and Casey and April aren't even superheroes and we suck it at less than that."
And they got to be celebrities. That was what was burning his nonexistent butt the most.
"And some of 'em get to be famous for it."
So offended.
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She shook her head. "It's bad enough that Alex's lie about calling them was plausible, it's worse when actually getting their attention is a disappointment."
She wasn't going to defend the superheroes of her world to him. Not after everything they'd done -- or failed to do -- for her and her friends.
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"Geez, with comics I like the grim n' gritty ones a lot, 'cause that's the way the world is, you know? But I also like the ones where people just figure out the right thing to do and act all selfless. Where, maybe even if people make mistakes or things go wrong, they move beyond that. Get above it." He went on ruefully, "Kinda sucks the fun out of these knowing that in places where superheroes are real, some of 'em don't have it together."
He glanced over at her.
"That's always the best part, seeing all the good stuff where people beat the odds and make the world better than it was and imagining it could be real somewhere. If you have a whole world of superheroes where a lot of them are messing things up like that, and they haven't been able to make the world into a really great place, then where are the places where people are trying their best just to help everyone 'cause it's right and it's not all about their egos?"
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"There are worse realities than mine, so there might as well be better ones."
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He turned a few pages of his comic to the ending, where the world was all all at peace and the aliens were thanking the space hero guy.
"You know, my brother Leo, when we were starting out, he cribbed all his inspiring leader speeches from this stupid sci fi show called Space Heroes. Fifteen years of training, pretty much from the moment we could walk, and still we really had no idea what we were doing. Sensei raised us to survive, not to save people, even if he supported it when it was clear we planned to fight the Kraang whether he wanted us to or not."
He kept his eyes on the comic panels.
"Sometimes you just need to think that somewhere out there people do the right things and everything works out, because then maybe it'll be possible where you are, too." He paused. "But I guess that's why we're here, right? To some kids, they see us as those people."
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She picked at her sewing, worrying some of the stitches, testing to make sure they'd hold up when she twisted and moved around in the results.
"Kinda weird, huh? I'm not much of a hero. I run when I can."
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Raph kept turning the pages of his comic.
"It's supposed to be all unconscious on their part, right? Who do you think a kid or preteen's gonna identify with more? Some fearless adult hero or another powerless kid fighting to do the right thing even if they're fighting against the odds and afraid? Of course they'd want people like you and Molly." He turned another page. "If you can be brave and still save the day even when it's hard and when you're scared, they probably feel like they can. And they probably feel like you knowing what it feels like to be scared and powerless means you'll care about them enough to try to keep them safe."
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"I mean, you and your brother make sense, you're..." she gestured, trying to find the words to frame what she meant. "You're the kind of guys who go up against an alien invasion after they already chased you out of town once because it's the right thing to do. We took the first excuse someone handed us and let someone else take care of the mess."
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