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[semper_cogitans]

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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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Footsteps approach, squelching in the soft river mud after days of spring rain. But spring brings other things to the reptilian mind, making them restless, and sparking the likes of Raphael with an almost incurable wanderlust. And today, he's indulging it with a run through the wet woods, paying no attention to the mud caked on his feet and splashed up on his legs. No, this's good stuff. Turtle heaven, if only it was warmer.

Running is almost mechanical, and he switches off his brain to everything but the rhythm of it. Which is exactly why he doesn't notice the struggling scientist at first. Not until a sob carries over his trudging and he has to double back, catching sight of a familiar lab coat on the ground a few meters away. Not good.

He moves closer, running faster when he sees it isn't just a coat, that's Robert lying there face-down in the mud. Shit.

Some deep, dark, spiteful part of him living somewhere in the pit of his stomach says Leave him there. He's the cause of all your troubles. No one will ever know.

But another, louder part says he can't just let the pathetic guy rot. Most of their troubles with Don probably have more to do with Don being a bastard than Robert himself.

When he approaches the heap of a man, he toes him gently in the ribs, looking for any sign of blood.

"Hey."

Are you still conscious?

IN THE DOJO

[ninjacane]

Splinter takes up a position in front of them on the mats, sitting in a position similar to Donatello. He pays no heed to any of the objects in the room. His other sons dealt with for now, and with some of the tears in the familial fabric beginning to heal, they can now focus on the issue at hand.

The issue being Robert.

He glances to Donatello, awaiting a proper introduction. A do over, if you will. Considering the disaster in miniature the previous conversation with the family had been, Splinter considered that much necessary.

For his son, he would try to give Robert a chance. Even if he didn't trust him.