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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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[semper_cogitans]

"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.

[i_speak_softly]

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.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

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.

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

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."

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

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

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.

[i_speak_softly]

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.

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

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.

[semper_cogitans]

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..."

[i_speak_softly]

"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.

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

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.