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[nexuschamp]

Who: gaijin-ninja, thesevencodes and nexuschamp
What: Raph and Mike (and Leo) at the barrier.
When: Right after this thread over yonder.
Where: The south woods and barrier and such.
Summary: Raphael is a rebel without a cause, so he makes one. Mike has a crappy persuasive argument because he is way too whiny. Leo ninjas right into Luceti unnoticed because that is how he rolls.

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[meanandgreen]

A single word echos through his head. "Prison." No matter what kind of walls surrounded this place, a cage is a cage, and Raphael is nobody's pet. He's been locked up, strapped down, and chained more times than he'd like to remember, and all those memories come flooding with adrenaline-fueled fury.

A cage is a cage, but this one has no straps and no chains. No bars or concrete floors. And in Raph's mind, that's almost worse.

He needs something tangible. He needs something he could hit, rip, tear to pieces with hands and weapons. Because without those bars and walls to seal him in, he feels more helpless than anything

[nexuschamp]

Michelangelo can hear Raphael raging before he even makes it within sight of him; can hear the clang clang of deflected blows, hear the harsh gasping and growling as Raphael grows out of breath and can almost hear the frustration pouring off of him like a tangible thing. His temperamental brother's fits were famous within the family; he would scream, shout, rage- curse, strike things, people, but eventually his anger would bleed itself dry and he'd shuffle off somewhere to reflect. Raph's temper never really truly scared anyone; not in the sense of fearing for one's own safety. Raphael had only seriously lost his temper with Michelangelo a couple times, but he could forgive him that

[meanandgreen]

He's getting tired. Tired and cold, but the fury's lit a fire in his stomach, and it boils in his blood, urging him on. Yet the blows are becoming slower, and his bellows turn to grunts, his hot breath snaking out of him in the frigid air.

It's not working. It's not working, because the wall will never give or fight back, and honestly, Raph would've taken either. The fit of rage dulls his weapons and his stamina, but does nothing to soothe the twisting frustration in his bones.

The wall won't give, but Mikey will.

He turns and sees Mike sitting on the ground, watching him sullenly.

"Don't just fucking sit there!" He storms closer, chest heaving and breathless, snarling through gritted teeth. "Do something!"

[nexuschamp]

Oh boy; Raphael's fury has just been displaced. Michelangelo tenses when Raphael stomps his way but he doesn't make a move to stand and go Do Something, instead choosing to glare up at Raphael. "Sorry, you used up all your brother loyalty points when you made me chase after you. Besides, what'm I supposed to do? Throw rocks at it?"

He knows -he knows- he's asking for an ass-kicking, giving Raphael sass when he's in this sort of mood, but he doesn't really care at the moment. He's cold and tired and hungry as all hell, and Raphael just wasted their time being a stubborn jerk. Sure, he probably had some crazy reason for it in that brain of his, but not only does Mikey not see it, he doesn't want to see it. He's cranky now, too.