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synflux2025-09-07 06:41 pm
makesascene) wrote in synflux2025-09-07 06:41 pm
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[OPEN] Turtle Antics
WHO: Leonardo Hamato & You!
WHAT: Leo doing odds and ends after settling down from the Mexico mission. A touch of a catch-all.
WHERE: Around the base and Neo Tokyo
WHEN: The downtime after the Mexico mission. Early September, 6th, 7th, 8th
WARNINGS: Mention of scars, fighting talk, animals in danger/harm
A. Rescue Mission
[Is Leo a little mad at Raph still? Mayhaps. After their argument, he's giving his oldest brother a wide berth. Nothing too obvious, but ducking out early and keeping quieter.
Even then, it doesn't mean he's not keeping a promise to Raph. He brought up rescuing animals, and he's still committed to it. His human disguise enabled as he skulks around an alley or two. He's layered up and has a backpack on for animal carrying. He did like minimal research, but... how hard can it be?
Any fellow Outsider might have a chance of finding the teenager about elbow deep in a grate on a darker street. He's a bit too short to get much traction. Not that it stops him. He draws back his soaked hand to shed his jacket to try and squeeze more of his arm in there.]
C'mon, c'monnnn-
[The reason as to why becomes obvious from pitiful meowing within the grate.]
Can you pleeasseee stop squirming away from me? I'm begging you here-
[He manages to grab something, given the triumphant Aha! that escapes him as he shifts and holds up a very tiny soaked kitten. The pitiful orange creature mewls, squirming in Leo's grasp.]
For all the trouble you're giving me, I'm calling you Pissant.
[He's shoving the kitten into the backpack he's got on and moving to reach for however many other kittens are trapped below.
Care to help?]
B. Of the night
[Whilst a good majority of the base is asleep, Leo is most decidedly not. The teenager looks tired, but not about to fall asleep. From 12pm up until 3am, Leonardo is drifting through the library. Anyone he recognizes will be chatted at until they leave.
The teenager is wearing an over sized hoodie, seated in a chair at a table in the library. He shuffles through books somewhat absently. Some reading is happening, but he's mostly trying to kill time. He is not tired and not about to get any rest, so he's amusing himself.
Any Outsider who wanders into the library around 3am has the likelihood of seeing Leo standing on a table, singing into a closed fist like he's holding a microphone.
...Okay, he does have a good singing voice for a seventeen-year-old. He could probably sing show tunes.
When he notices someone come in, he stammers on the song. Initially surprised before, he leaps across the way to a table closer, holding out his imaginary microphone. He is making aggressive eye contact now.]
Lemme hear it, sing!
[go to bed, Leo.]
C1. Nightly Sauntering
[He did not in fact go to bed. Leo is in fact in front of a vending machine in the recreational space.]
You gotta be kidding me. I paid your toll!!
[The vending machine is not impressed. It is in fact an impassive machine, unfeeling, fold and full of beverages.]
Give, give!!
[He smacks the front, shaking it. The machine does not yield. It persists. The seventeen-year-old releases a frustrated sound. He stares at the vending machine. Eventually losing the staring contest as he blinks first.
Leo raises a hand, miming a circle in the air.
Nothing happens.
He does it again.
And again.
He stares at his own reflection, aggressively miming circles. He expects nothing to happen, really. His portals only really work when he has his katana.
Only for a portal to manifest, lower on the machine. Leonardo startles, laughing in surprise. Soda cans just come rushing out of the machine onto the floor. He closes the portal hurriedly. He shushes the rolling soda cans as if that will help.
Leo drops to his knees, quietly fist pumping as he sorts through his ill-gotten gains. Only to realize, the portal was a bit too low. He flicks his gaze back at the machine. The singular soda he wanted still sits untouched inside the machine.]
OOhhhhhmigosh, you gotta be kidding me!!!
C2. God damn it, turtle boy.
I think you're a criminal and a charlatan. In that order.
[Leo is in fact STILL in front of a vending machine in the recreational space. He is on his knees, reaching into the machine. Soda cans litter the floor, all unopened tripping hazards at this fine 5am.
His tongue is poking out of his mouth as he feels around. The turtle is actually managing to get his fingers in places they shouldn't be. He is shockingly flexible.]
I am owed compensation for your theft. Two sodas! Two sodas for me!
[His fingers scrabble at the very egde of the can. Leo groans in annoyance, going slack. Only to realize, he is stuck.]
Uh-oh.
WHAT: Leo doing odds and ends after settling down from the Mexico mission. A touch of a catch-all.
WHERE: Around the base and Neo Tokyo
WHEN: The downtime after the Mexico mission. Early September, 6th, 7th, 8th
WARNINGS: Mention of scars, fighting talk, animals in danger/harm
A. Rescue Mission
[Is Leo a little mad at Raph still? Mayhaps. After their argument, he's giving his oldest brother a wide berth. Nothing too obvious, but ducking out early and keeping quieter.
Even then, it doesn't mean he's not keeping a promise to Raph. He brought up rescuing animals, and he's still committed to it. His human disguise enabled as he skulks around an alley or two. He's layered up and has a backpack on for animal carrying. He did like minimal research, but... how hard can it be?
Any fellow Outsider might have a chance of finding the teenager about elbow deep in a grate on a darker street. He's a bit too short to get much traction. Not that it stops him. He draws back his soaked hand to shed his jacket to try and squeeze more of his arm in there.]
C'mon, c'monnnn-
[The reason as to why becomes obvious from pitiful meowing within the grate.]
Can you pleeasseee stop squirming away from me? I'm begging you here-
[He manages to grab something, given the triumphant Aha! that escapes him as he shifts and holds up a very tiny soaked kitten. The pitiful orange creature mewls, squirming in Leo's grasp.]
For all the trouble you're giving me, I'm calling you Pissant.
[He's shoving the kitten into the backpack he's got on and moving to reach for however many other kittens are trapped below.
Care to help?]
B. Of the night
[Whilst a good majority of the base is asleep, Leo is most decidedly not. The teenager looks tired, but not about to fall asleep. From 12pm up until 3am, Leonardo is drifting through the library. Anyone he recognizes will be chatted at until they leave.
The teenager is wearing an over sized hoodie, seated in a chair at a table in the library. He shuffles through books somewhat absently. Some reading is happening, but he's mostly trying to kill time. He is not tired and not about to get any rest, so he's amusing himself.
Any Outsider who wanders into the library around 3am has the likelihood of seeing Leo standing on a table, singing into a closed fist like he's holding a microphone.
...Okay, he does have a good singing voice for a seventeen-year-old. He could probably sing show tunes.
When he notices someone come in, he stammers on the song. Initially surprised before, he leaps across the way to a table closer, holding out his imaginary microphone. He is making aggressive eye contact now.]
Lemme hear it, sing!
[go to bed, Leo.]
C1. Nightly Sauntering
[He did not in fact go to bed. Leo is in fact in front of a vending machine in the recreational space.]
You gotta be kidding me. I paid your toll!!
[The vending machine is not impressed. It is in fact an impassive machine, unfeeling, fold and full of beverages.]
Give, give!!
[He smacks the front, shaking it. The machine does not yield. It persists. The seventeen-year-old releases a frustrated sound. He stares at the vending machine. Eventually losing the staring contest as he blinks first.
Leo raises a hand, miming a circle in the air.
Nothing happens.
He does it again.
And again.
He stares at his own reflection, aggressively miming circles. He expects nothing to happen, really. His portals only really work when he has his katana.
Only for a portal to manifest, lower on the machine. Leonardo startles, laughing in surprise. Soda cans just come rushing out of the machine onto the floor. He closes the portal hurriedly. He shushes the rolling soda cans as if that will help.
Leo drops to his knees, quietly fist pumping as he sorts through his ill-gotten gains. Only to realize, the portal was a bit too low. He flicks his gaze back at the machine. The singular soda he wanted still sits untouched inside the machine.]
OOhhhhhmigosh, you gotta be kidding me!!!
C2. God damn it, turtle boy.
I think you're a criminal and a charlatan. In that order.
[Leo is in fact STILL in front of a vending machine in the recreational space. He is on his knees, reaching into the machine. Soda cans litter the floor, all unopened tripping hazards at this fine 5am.
His tongue is poking out of his mouth as he feels around. The turtle is actually managing to get his fingers in places they shouldn't be. He is shockingly flexible.]
I am owed compensation for your theft. Two sodas! Two sodas for me!
[His fingers scrabble at the very egde of the can. Leo groans in annoyance, going slack. Only to realize, he is stuck.]
Uh-oh.
rescue mission!
turtlehandling?) a kitten, and the next minute Power is suddenly next to him on her hands and knees, staring into the grate with fierce intensity. She takes kittens very seriously! ]How many? I could smell them, but I cannot tell their numbers in the dark!
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Felt like four more down there. So, five total if we include grouchy here. [Its an awkward fumble as he tries to get his backpack off.] If you can handle kitten holding duties, I can probably squeeze in and try to grab the others.
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[ she is gravely serious when she says this, and reaches to take Pissant the Kitten from Leo so that he can have both hands free for kitten-wrangling. If he'll allow it, she'll tuck the kitten into her own jacket, tickling him under the chin. ]
Do you actually intend to go inside?
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He drops his bag aside casually.]
I mean, someone has to. Not the first time I've gone into a sewer. [He's pretty sure he's small enough to squeeze in.] I'll be passing you kitten, you take 'em and put them in my bag.
[If it wasn't too flashy, he would just portal his way in and out. For now, he can handle physically getting in there.]
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Power wrinkles her nose. Her sense of smell is very, very good, which unfortunately means she can smell the sewer as well as she can smell the kittens. ]
Better you than I. Let me know if you need any tools.
[ Power isn't sure what tools you'd need to fish kittens out of a sewer drain, but she could like... make a ramp or a ladder out of her blood or something. ]
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It takes a bit of squirming but he pops in, out of sight. Power can likely hear the pitiful meows, hissing and splashing.
Only for a hand to pop up holding out a soaked orange kitten.]
Omigosh, no scratching, you gremlins
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[ Kitten #2 is getting gently dried off with her sleeve and then going into the jacket as well, next to Pissant! ]
... More to the point, are you going to be able to get out of there once the kittens have been saved?
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I'll be fine. Not the weirdest place I've gotten into.
[There are some truly pathetic meows that come up as Leo attempts to grab another kitten. And some hissing. So much hissing.
A black and orange kitten is soon held aloft. It squirms and kicks out, with a mighty yowl.] This one might kill you, soooo, watch out for Spicy here.
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[ Power takes the spicy kitten by the scruff of the neck and holds it up to eye level, giving it a scrutinizing look as it flails and yowls its little heart out. Once it's tired itself out, into the jacket he goes! ]
He fights well, but I shan't be bested by a mere infant. How many are left, do you think?
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The turtle yelps a little.] Hey! Keep those to yourself, you little gremlin!
Three more! [There is some muttered swearing before Leonardo hoists up another beast. A purely black kitten that kicks its legs out and spits.]
We got a Biter here!