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Who: [Bad username or site: gaijin-ninja title=Raphael @ livejournal.com], [Bad username or site: thesevencodes title=Leonardo @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: nexuschamp title=Michelangelo @ livejournal.com]
What: Raph and Mike (and Leo) at the barrier.
When: Right after this thread over yonder.
Where: The south woods and barrier and such.
Summary: Raphael is a rebel without a cause, so he makes one. Mike has a crappy persuasive argument because he is way too whiny. Leo ninjas right into Luceti unnoticed because that is how he rolls.
Rating: Uh probably up to PG-13 because of Raph's mouth.

Mike was just not cut out for this "leadership" stuff; that was painfully clear now, as he chased his probably-freezing-to-death older brother through the snow-dusted woods to God knows where that stupid barrier started. What did it even look like? A wall, a fence? They didn't know what they were looking for, didn't know what they'd do when they got there and didn't even know where it was but hell if that would stop the great wise Raphiki of Too-Much-Pride Rock, who knew everything.

Dammit, Raph. Michelangelo was cold and hungry and worried, because they were here and Raph wouldn't listen to him if he looked like Splinter. Don wasn't here to look after them if they got sick, Leo wasn't here to make a Grand Plan and Splinter wasn't here to keep Raphael in line; Mike was up the proverbial creek without a battle and with a hole in his canoe.

And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it besides chase after his big brother and hope that he was right about that blood-pumping thing keeping them from falling asleep. Otherwise they were so screwed.

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Angel's brother...? Leonardo clenches his teeth; this is all wrong. A huge chunk of their lives is just missing from his little brother's memories. He lets go of Mikey's shoulder to run a hand over the top of his head, trying to think.

If Mikey really doesn't remember anything since that mansion...he wouldn't know that the Shredder was gone. He wouldn't know about how sick Don had gotten, and why finding him is so important to Leo and Raph.

He takes a deep breath, the surges of adrenaline melting away. There's...a lot of filling in to do, present matters and past, but he doesn't think he has the energy today. "Okay. Let's get some sleep first, guys. Later we can go over everything we know, and...what we don't."

There has to be a reasonable explanation. Leonardo just can't think of one; not right now.

Edited 2010-01-10 06:48 (UTC)

Sleep. "Like I can sleep now," Mike mumbles, even though he can feel the cold pulling at the corners of his mind again. He's worried to hell and back; about Leonardo, about Don, and now about himself. He doesn't want to sleep, but...

Well. At the same time he does.

Reluctantly he reaches for a blanket. Moving over to the love seat he pushes it a bit closer to the couch Raphael had claimed; there were perfectly good beds in the next room, but in light of their recent conversation Michelangelo was suddenly unwilling to leave their immediate presence. So instead he wedged himself onto the love seat as best as he could, curling up, drawing his knees into his chest and wrapping the blanket around himself and feeling much, much more inclined to rest now that he was laying down.

He would just rest his eyes for a bit, and then they could straighten this out. Everything would be all right. It'd be fine.

Edited 2010-01-10 17:51 (UTC)