[He slides into a ready stance and eyes the quiet woods.]
Show your face! [He hesitates, listening to his voice echoing through the trees.] Ya cowards!
[Nothing. He almost laughs at himself for being so jumpy. But these woods are quiet, too quiet, and he knows he can’t let his guard down.]
[His nerves are only slightly eased when he finds his
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[He'd be really fucking relieved if he could find his brother, but for now it looks like Raph's on his own. Mike, for the love of GOD, please find him!]
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Put those iron lungs to work.
Mike is going to start for the treeline and start pacing up and down it, screaming himself hoarse.]
Raaaaaph!
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[Keep tryin', bro, before he hurts someone...or himself.]
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[His eyes flick involuntarily in its direction before he leaps out of the tree he's climbed, seething in a fit of rage.]
[If he has any luck at all, the yelling might carry out a bit and Mike can save poor Uhura before he snaps her neck.]
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Michelangelo finally comes to a stop on a branch, far enough away from those crazy almost-dead-by-Raph's-hand people and just kind of flops against the tree with an exaggerated groan.]
Geeez!
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[So far this isn't looking much like any prison he's been to, but a cage is a cage, and he's already itching to get out.]
[He ignores Mike's complaint with a sigh, a bad feeling dropping in his gut like a stone.]
I think we're dead.
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[But his speech is slurring a little. He's got to try harder to sound awake and coherent.]
And if we're not dead, then explain the wings.
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[He leans back against the tree and stares up at the sky; the last day and a half had been so amazingly surreal that Mike still wasn't sure if he was in a dream or not. Raph's appearance didn't really help him to decide one way or the other; it wasn't odd for Mikey to dream about his brothers.] And I don't know about the wings. Everybody here has 'em...nobody knows why.
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Oohh yeah, 'cause that makes so much more sense than bein' dead. Prove me wrong, then maybe I'll start thinkin' different.
[He crosses his arms stubbornly, but mostly to suppress a shiver. He's fine. Really. He's fine.]
[...he doesn't even realize he's closed his eyes...]
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Oh great heavenly powers! As we have passed on from the mortal...um coil and into this...spirit world, please spare us further pain and ensure this snowball does not strike its target! If you do that, I'm definitely your little dead slave for all eternity.
[And so he chucks the snowball at Raphael's head.]
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If you ain't dead yet, I'm gonna kill you myself!
[He clambers to his feet, only to realize how sluggish he's become. He braces himself against a tree instead, waiting for the feeling to come back to his legs. Okay, so maybe he's not as fine as he thought.]
...After we build a fire.
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