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Who:

semper_cogitans and

gaijin_ninja at first, with

i_speak_softly ,

the_mikester ,

honorthecode and

ninjacane probably joining in afterwards
What: Robert desperately needing his butt rescued
When: Backdated to yesterday (March 23), after the events of this thread
Where: Near the riverbank of the stretch of river between the bridges near Community Building Four. Will probably move to House 55 later
Summary: After an extremely short sprint away from Yuber (thanks to Litchi), Robert's pretty much passed out on the riverbank. Then he has a rather unlikely knight-in-shining-keratin come to rescue him. Shenanigans follow.
Rating: Gods, I have no idea. Tentatively saying R because Raphael is involved and things will likely get awkward later, but it'll most likely only be for language and/or violence - two things you can't really avoid with the TMNT

Robert is not doing well at all, by anybody’s standards of “well”.

Sprawled out on the ground with his forearms streaked with mud from where he’s collapsed on the sodden riverbank, shaking with utter exhaustion and terror; fear’s still coiling in his gut and driving him to get up – except he can’t, because he is so totally demolished physically from even the short sprint from the fountain’s perimeter to the riverbank. Adrenaline spikes through him even now, enough to make his hands tremble – but he still can’t will himself to get up. It’s useless. He’s useless. Litchi is there, in front of the angry Yuber – possibly even dying for his sake, dear gods - and he’d been too useless, he had needed to run...

He sobs softly, losing himself to the feeling of panic that threatens to overwhelm his rationality, even when it still sits there in his mind, quietly, coldly; surveying the situation, making notes. Yuber wasn’t attacking before I left. I sent out that message on the journals.

The question is... had anybody actually heard that message?

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Robert kind of watches as the tense situation dissolves into an uncomfortable half-truce. He suddenly feels even more awkward than usual. Somehow, something had happened - things he had never seen or even heard about at all - and it seemed like Donatello was responsible for at least some of the debacle.

It makes him wonder just exactly what was supposed to be accomplished.

"... It's alright. Just... I don't want to be a problem." Robert hesitates, looking uncomfortable. "If... If I can do something to remedy it, I shall."

Then he turns to Splinter, even more poignantly uncomfortable. "... Did you want to speak to me...?"

There is one apology missing. Splinter watches Raphael as the other apologies are made. There is still tension, but it will fade with time. Although how much or how little time it takes remains to be seen. Raphael will lag behind his brothers in forgiveness, either way.

When Robert addresses him directly, Splinter turns to him, and nods, "In a moment."

Then, he glances back to Raphael. "We are waiting, Raphael."

Your turn to apologize. Even if you don't mean it.

He stays tense, arms crossed tightly over his chest. He's not going to apologize when he doesn't mean it. Maybe he is sorry to some degree. But Don doesn't deserve that apology. Not after all he's done for him. Not after Don abandoned him for those mountains. Not after he slammed the journal in his face. Not after he pushed him so far out of his comfort zone and still treated him like some kind of criminal.

He was trying to keep the family together, not split it apart. Not let Don abandon everyone and treat them like crap. He's tried, but it wasn't enough. He screwed it up like he always does. Made things worse than they were before. And he hates himself for it. He hates Don, he hates Robert, he hates all of this shit.

He's sick of trying. Don can just go ahead and hate him for all he cares.

"I'm not saying it."

He doesn't care what the consequences are.

"It's okay," Don mumbles. He doesn't really want an empty apology. It won't make him feel better, to hear Raph say words he doesn't mean, and having to say them anyway will probably only make Raph more stubborn about ever saying them for real. He just wants to let this go and move on to the next part of the conversation.

Splinter frowns at Raphael's response, but it is not surprising. Only what's normal for his stubborn son. He won't fight him, for not--not in front of a guest. There's too much coiled in Raphael's gut to be unraveled during a single family meeting.

"Then we will speak later," Splinter states, fixing Raphael with his gaze.

After a moment, he looks away to Robert. "Let us continue in the dojo."

"Certainly, Master Splinter, sir." Robert nods obediently, turning to follow the grizzled rat to the "dojo" - whatever that was. Obviously a room in the house, but... it's a term Robert doesn't recognize.

He glances over at Don, wondering if Don's supposed to join them or not. He wouldn't mind speaking to Splinter on his own if Splinter preferred, but Don's presence would be reassuring.

Don follows also, casting only the briefest glance back over his shoulder. He'll need to speak with his brothers again later, but for now his mind is on what's ahead of him: on the conversation that is about to take place in the dojo.

Edited 2011-04-10 05:21 (UTC)

That's Raph's cue to take his leave. He can't get out of this Hellhole fast enough.

"I need some air."

And nobody's allowed to follow. Don't even try. He slams the front door behind him.

Edited 2011-04-11 00:34 (UTC)

Mike is still stroking Klunk's silky fur, looking down at the floor. After a moment he looks up at Leo.

"Well, that went well."

Leo's watching silently, looking a little thoughtful. There was certainly a lot to consider after today. Mikey's comment snaps him out of his thoughts and he looks at the other turtle.

"Yeah, it did." It could have gone slightly better. But considering this was a spur of the moment thing, it wasn't terrible.

Don emerges from the dojo sometime later, with a limping scientist hanging off his shoulder. He'll do his best to steer Robert directly into his bedroom next door, but any brothers still hanging around may hear their slow progress, and will certainly have no trouble catching up to them.

True to his word, Leo hadn't been listening in. If Splinter wanted them to hear, they would of been in the room. He looks up at the sound of the dojo door opening, and gets up when he sees the two slowly emerging.

"Need any help?" He asks as he approaches, seeing Robert leaning pretty heavily on Don.

Robert, clinging to Don's shoulder with the possessiveness of somebody who isn't quite sure if his ankles will continue to support him if he doesn't, glances over at Leo.

Awkwardly, he mumbles, "I don't think I'd... m-mind the assistance right now. Apparently, sitting in that one position for extended amounts of time is... n-not conducive to my ability to stand..."

"Seiza novice," Don translates, for Leo's benefit. He'll pause so Leo can slide under Robert's other arm, then resume the slow walk to the bedroom, angling sideways so they'll all fit through the door.

Leo nods to Don, and slides under Robert's free arm, giving the man extra support, even if Leo is shorter than Don. He helps them into the room and will head for where ever Don's going.

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Ack, sorry didn't mean to leave you hanging. ._.

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