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ya_assemble2015-01-31 09:01 pm
saisthelimit) wrote in ya_assemble2015-01-31 09:01 pm
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[LN] By the Light of the Moon
You know what makes sense? Not this.
It's not anywhere near the first time that Raphael has been pulled out his world and into another one. Not even close. It is the least fanfare this kind of thing has ever had, though. He closed his eyes for one second, one second exactly. He had been training with Leo. It'd been a reflex when he'd hit the ground after a jump.
When he'd opened his eyes, he was standing in a snowy forest. This kind of thing usually came with at least a bad guy's butt to kick.
Damn, it's cold. He's about shin deep in snow. His blood's starting to cool.
Staying put would be the smart thing -apparently, so he'd been told- but Raph was never one to do the smart thing. Besides, there was a very real risk of him freezing to death. Unless he found a way to get warm, he'd be falling asleep in the snow until his heart freezes.
Of course, sometimes it seems like the universe grants your wish without even you having to ask.
Something looks like it's moving in the shadows between the trees, barely glimpsed in the moonlight. The sais are coming out, but what he'll actually be hurting is up for debate. So he charges into the trees anyway, determined to make whatever is stalking him stop moving entirely. And he's not going to back down, even when he sees that they're apparently giant horrible shadow monsters uglier than Donnie after he's been up for 48 hours.
It's not anywhere near the first time that Raphael has been pulled out his world and into another one. Not even close. It is the least fanfare this kind of thing has ever had, though. He closed his eyes for one second, one second exactly. He had been training with Leo. It'd been a reflex when he'd hit the ground after a jump.
When he'd opened his eyes, he was standing in a snowy forest. This kind of thing usually came with at least a bad guy's butt to kick.
Damn, it's cold. He's about shin deep in snow. His blood's starting to cool.
Staying put would be the smart thing -apparently, so he'd been told- but Raph was never one to do the smart thing. Besides, there was a very real risk of him freezing to death. Unless he found a way to get warm, he'd be falling asleep in the snow until his heart freezes.
Of course, sometimes it seems like the universe grants your wish without even you having to ask.
Something looks like it's moving in the shadows between the trees, barely glimpsed in the moonlight. The sais are coming out, but what he'll actually be hurting is up for debate. So he charges into the trees anyway, determined to make whatever is stalking him stop moving entirely. And he's not going to back down, even when he sees that they're apparently giant horrible shadow monsters uglier than Donnie after he's been up for 48 hours.
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What was he even supposed to -
How? How was he so much bigger? Was he ever going to get that big?
Was it steroids? It had to be steroids.
Raph crossed his arms.
"I'm calling it right now: I'm Raph One and you're Raph Two. I was here first. Or if we're not going with numbers, I get to be Raph and you have to pick a nickname or something."
Dibs! Diiiibs! He is the alpha Raph!
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Well, Raph guesses he's not out of the woods as far as as far as shell cracks are concerned.
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"Not if I belt you one every time you say it."
He wasn't that big!
Yes, he was."I'm not playing second fiddle to some roid-riddled cheap knockoff that thinks he can barge in and act like I'm some bitty sidekick or something. Either I'm Raph One and you're Raph Two, or we can do something like one of us is Raph and the other goes by Raphael."
Tetchy, titchy little thing, isn't he.
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Oh, those were the days. Drama every five seconds. Flirting with every girl he came across every two seconds.
"'Bitty's' one way of putting it but I kinda think you're more 'fun-sized.'"
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"Knock-off?! Who're you calling a knock-off, shorty?"
Or they could do this. This is fine.
"You can go by whatever you want! Call yourself Napoleon after your complex, I don't care. Yeesh, I shoulda known something like this would happen. I can't go five minutes anymore without tripping over another annoying alternate me!"
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Who's really surprised that this is the result of sticking the two of them in the same room together?
Part of it was Raph liking how much respect he got in this place. For someone that was used to most people running and screaming when they saw him, to go from that to being treated like a normal person and a respected member of a team was the difference between night and day. It felt like such a tenuous thing, like something that could slip through his fingers so easily. He didn't want to lose it because some big dumb alternate him wanted to treat him like a kid.
And part of it was Raph just plain had a temper.
He balled his hands into fists.
"You're the annoying one! You don't get to waltz in here and saddle me with some stupid nickname just because you're older and more of a meathead."
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Geeze, Raph, you can't take a joke? Probably not, because Raph can't either, actually. But Raph is not about to be pushed around by some punk who thinks he's a big man. He'd never let anyone else do that to him, nevermind his kid self.
"You think you got something to prove. I get it. I've been there, alright?" he says. It seems like a safe bet, knowing him, "But whatever you think I'm trying to do to you, believe me, I'm not. I've had enough of this alternate universe crap for one lifetime."
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That was because Kon had, in the space of a minute or two, flown off at superspeed and come back with popcorn. He was floating in the air in a seated position eating it. Worldlessly, he held the bowl out to Red, watching the two of them avidly.
When Little Raph turned to glare at him, he made a little 'don't mind me' gesture.
"Carry on."
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She swung the transistor around to balance it on its tip, letting it land with a loud thunk, and took a handful of popcorn before leaning on it and watching the two turtles expectantly.
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Then he turned and stomped off, grumbling to himself, kicking at anything that was in his way, like a little mini Christmas tree near the railing.
Maybe later he'd be able to talk to the older Raph in a calmer and more mature fashion. Right now, he felt like his place was threatened and he was in a snitty mood over it.
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"Big, big help! Thanks!" he said to Kon, bitterly sarcastic. He was going to be sharing a space with a him even more volatile than him and Kon had clearly known it and he clearly thought this was hilarious. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't smack you right now."
There was going to have to be SOME peace between them if they were every going to fight effectively, but Raph has never exactly been the peace-maker of his family.
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He went on, "Indulging in his drama bombing just makes him take it even more seriously."
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Still, she agreed with what he was saying about Raph and nodded, a high clear set of chimes professing the thought, it's true. It was followed up with a much more difficult to make out cello melody with bass counterpoint not quite on beat with the cello that mostly expressed fondness but slight exasperation, but also had an undertone of familiarity with the situation.
It was all kind of muddled, though. This was what happened if Red didn't keep her thoughts clear and distinct while trying to communicate more complicated stuff...
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"...Let him know that if he calms down enough to talk, I'll talk."
He might as well address the problem the same way he does: letting him sulk. He listens to Red's...music? hoping it'll calm him. He'll have to ask about that later, but after he's settled.
"So, what now?"
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Kon handed off the bowl to one of the elves, which started to eat the popcorn even though it'd been on the floor. (They weren't very bright.)
"For now, why don't you look around? Stake out a room. Say hi to everybody. We'll give you the more formal briefing and tour when you're settled in."