Latimir 110+111+210 Never Sleeps?
Who: All Four Turtles (Donatello and Michelangelo, then Raphael, then Leonardo), Eald'narche, Knuckles, and Minato
Where: Latimir 110+111+210
When: Late the night of Wednesday, May 26th, (2010 in player time)
Rating: PG-13 (in case of Raph's mouth)
Summary: Don thought his nightmares were gone, but because of events that happen with BlackStar, they come back with a vengence. The entire apartment (and probably neighbors, sorry!) is woken up.
the log:
Michelangelo's arrival in Discedo had been more than just a blessing. With Mikey sleeping in the same room, Donatello had experienced a cessation of his nightmares. His relief that his Mikey was still alive and well had shuttered some of his fears.
But then Black*Star had walked by, and Mikey had collapsed, calling out to him. A trigger. Memories of hearing another Mikey, an older Mikey, calling out to him just as the Karai Legions surrounded him. Just before he--
Donatello murmured in his sleep, his head shifting away from his brother. It was happening again. They were fighting the Shredder once more. But something was different this time, wrong. Things shifted. Leo and Raph were already dead.
It wasn't just one Mikey surrounded--there were two. Back to back, surrounded by deadly robots. The older one, one arm gone, scarred. And a younger one, both arms intact, looking scared to death.
"No..." Donatello moaned quietly, shifting onto his back. "Get.. get out of there!"
They tried, but they couldn't.
"Donny! Donny, I'm--" The older Mikey went down first, taking the blows for the younger, screaming out in pain before being abruptly cut off.
"Mikey!" Donatello called out weakly, voice still quieted by sleep. "Mikey, no!"
The fear on the face of the one remaining was clearly visible. He was shaking, trying to back away, moving forward when he realized there was no safe place to back out. Mikey's head jerked back and forth, looking for any exit, any route of escape.
There were none. His eyes turned to Donatello's, pleading, almost begging forgiveness. The blades, already covered in the blood of the first, came down.
Donatello began screaming and thrashing, trying to get to him. The blades moved slowly, but he moved slower still. One strike, and then another, and another, more blood, too much blood--
"MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEEEEEEEY!"
Where: Latimir 110+111+210
When: Late the night of Wednesday, May 26th, (2010 in player time)
Rating: PG-13 (in case of Raph's mouth)
Summary: Don thought his nightmares were gone, but because of events that happen with BlackStar, they come back with a vengence. The entire apartment (and probably neighbors, sorry!) is woken up.
the log:
Michelangelo's arrival in Discedo had been more than just a blessing. With Mikey sleeping in the same room, Donatello had experienced a cessation of his nightmares. His relief that his Mikey was still alive and well had shuttered some of his fears.
But then Black*Star had walked by, and Mikey had collapsed, calling out to him. A trigger. Memories of hearing another Mikey, an older Mikey, calling out to him just as the Karai Legions surrounded him. Just before he--
Donatello murmured in his sleep, his head shifting away from his brother. It was happening again. They were fighting the Shredder once more. But something was different this time, wrong. Things shifted. Leo and Raph were already dead.
It wasn't just one Mikey surrounded--there were two. Back to back, surrounded by deadly robots. The older one, one arm gone, scarred. And a younger one, both arms intact, looking scared to death.
"No..." Donatello moaned quietly, shifting onto his back. "Get.. get out of there!"
They tried, but they couldn't.
"Donny! Donny, I'm--" The older Mikey went down first, taking the blows for the younger, screaming out in pain before being abruptly cut off.
"Mikey!" Donatello called out weakly, voice still quieted by sleep. "Mikey, no!"
The fear on the face of the one remaining was clearly visible. He was shaking, trying to back away, moving forward when he realized there was no safe place to back out. Mikey's head jerked back and forth, looking for any exit, any route of escape.
There were none. His eyes turned to Donatello's, pleading, almost begging forgiveness. The blades, already covered in the blood of the first, came down.
Donatello began screaming and thrashing, trying to get to him. The blades moved slowly, but he moved slower still. One strike, and then another, and another, more blood, too much blood--
"MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEEEEEEEY!"