Mutant Ninja Turtle--What? \\ Donnie and Chavez

[ding_chavez]

Who: Donatello and Chavez
What: Chavez has got to see this to believe it. A mutant turtle? Com'on.
When: Now.
Where: Kitchen.
Rating: PG

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Donatello lounged on a barstool rather close to the coffee pot. He figured that he might as well brew himself up some while he was down here; besides, the new guy he was meeting might want some.

Opting against the trench and fedora, seeing as how it didn't seem to matter any more, Donnie was instead decked out in all his ninja glory, teleporter clipped onto his belt.

Donnie wasn't exactly too sure who he was waiting for, but he figured the guy striding into the kitchen looking as if he half-expected someone to jump out and yell "Gotcha!" was it. "Hey," he called out with a wave.

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Chavez would actually look quite normal, casual even, to the normal eye. The slight skepticism on his face aside he acted and walked normally. Maybe a bit too casually, but that was how it went. Act casual, non-threatening to the extreme, just another passerby, and you were easily ignored. It was training from being an unobvious bodyguard in the CIA. Not that he would ever tell anyone that.

Of course training for intelligence operatives and even military tactics does not prepare one for the sudden sighting of a giant walking, talking turtle. Shell and all.

This caused Ding to actually pause, one fraction of a second hesitating in his next step. His mouth dropped open only slightly and his eyes probably widened just a tad as he looked over the green man. But then he carefully crafted his face into a normal expression, and then even gave a large grin as he further approached.

"Hey, hombre," Chavez said, trying not to sound anything but normal.

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Donnie gave Chavez a friendly smile. "Wanna pull up a seat? I've got some coffee brewing if you want any."

((*headdesk* This post if full of suck and fail D:))

[ding_chavez]

((lawl. Well, it was a reply. :3))

Chavez, still with a slight smile, nodded and pulled up a seat for himself. He glanced towards the coffee and decided, though it may not be the army's blacker-than-black brew, he could definitely go for some at the moment.

"Yea, sounds good," he replied as he took his seat and waited for it to finish. He glanced over his new acquaintance while he did so then raised a curious brow. "Wow," he said simply.

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Donnie grinned. After his time in Paradisa, he's developed an odd sort of amusement from people's first reactions to him. "Wow, what? Wow, that I'm a turtle, or wow that I'm a coffee drinker even though I shouldn't because the caffine would stunt my growth?"

((Did you know that on one of the movie dvds (either the first or second), there are character profiles? Apparently, the turtles are only about 5 ft tall. o.O ))

[ding_chavez]

((What? Really? Know, I didn't. I'm gonna have to check that out. That's short... whoo-hoo! Chavez isn't so short now! >XD Anywho, I guess that makes sense... wasn't April kinda taller than them? X]))

Chavez started to reply only to stop short and restart, a slight "alarm" to his voice. "What? Caffeine stunts height growth? Aa, shit. Why didn't anybody ever tell me that before?" the Latino said, his shoulders slumping briefly in a slight pout. He waved a dismissive hand. "Coffee is good for the soul. I'm not sure I could survive without it."

Chavez eyed his companion again with another smile and a shrug. "Yea, you're really a turtle. That's... something." He answered as truthfully as he could manage with a lack of proper (as far as he could currently think of) language to express himself.

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Donnie nodded sagely. "Coffee is to mortals what ambrosia is to the gods," he commented before returning the smile. "It should be done in a few minutes, by the way."

The ninja stood to hunt down a second mug for Chavez while he waited for the man to seat himself. "Would it be too surprising for me to say that I'm actually one of the more normal ones around here?"

((Yep. How tall's Ding?))

[ding_chavez]

((5'7''/5'8''-ish. Short for a man, but not a turtle apparently. XD))

Ding smiled in response and nodded. "Good."

The small Latino man watched Donnie get up and move about. He noticed, and refrained politely from commenting on, the fact that the mutant turtle was actually shorter than himself.

He tilted his head to the side slightly. "Normal ones?"

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"Normal," Donatello repeated. "You'd be surprised at how many people there are with 'special powers,'" the turtle explained, marking the quotations with his fingers.

"By the way, you want anything in your coffee, or do you drink it black?"

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"'Special powers'?" Chavez had to repeat, his eyebrows going up skeptically. "What, like, comic book like stuff?" He had to laugh at that, in a scoffing manner.

"Black's fine. It's nothing compared to the Army's brew anyway."

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"Comic books, fairy tales, sci-fi and fantasy movies, you name it, Paradisa's got it." Donnie plunked down on his stool, handing Ding his cofee mug. "And if it doesn't have it, it'll grab it the next time."

"Army, huh? Cool."

[ding_chavez]

((Excuse me while I have fun with this one. *Evil grin*))

Chavez started to reply in a doubtful manner only to stop and pause to think about the thought for a moment. He stared at Donnie while he thought. "Well, why not? I see you here, after all, with my own eyes. I wouldn't believe in something like you in any other case... so why not, right?" He leaned back a bit and narrowed his eyes in thought. "Strange," was the best he could come up with.

"Yea, I'm an ex-Army puke," Chavez grinned. "Bravo, 3rd of the 17th--Ninja, baby!" He waved his hand a bit flippantly. "Got something else goin' for me now though." He didn't elaborate, and he hoped he wouldn't have to dance around pointedly not elaborating that one.

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((Noo! XD))

"The people here are just the start of it. Paradisa's a very random place, and we're all pretty much learning as we go along." Donnie then changed his attention over to the coffee pot, muttering, "Percolate, damn you."

Ding needn't worry about Donnie pushing the 'something else' issue. With an eyebrow ridge quirked up in inquerie, he simply stated, "Ninja, hm?"

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Chavez shrugged but with an eager grin, more than willing to go on this subject. "Yea, that was our motto: 'Ninja! We own the night!' A bit ambitious now that I'm older to properly think about it, but we did own the night. We were good. Nobody could spot us at night, and I mean nobody!"

He shrugged again, somewhat apologetic. "Those were good times. I was a Staff Sergeant, had command of my own squad for a while. On one job," and here was another bit he'd have to not explain much of, but none of what he currently would say would hurt anything or, more precisely, anybody, "I was the point man and the Captain put me there for a real good reason. I was the best at stealth in that group. Nobody was better 'n me that round." He smirked. "Not to brag or anything," he added half-heartedly.

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Donnie smiled as he listened with interest. 'We own the night, indeed. And I thought my bandana would've made it obvious.' His smile slowly transformed into a half-smirk. "I'd suggest holding off until you test your skills against an actual ninja before you start bragging."

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"Yea, well, you point one out to me and maybe I'll do just that," Chavez said with a friendly enough smile. Yea right! Even if they were real these days, they'd have nothing on the real men at play on the battlefield. He kept his thoughts to himself, safely hidden even from his eyes.

That over with, or so he thought, he glanced towards the coffee maker. "Ready yet? It's sure takin' its sweet time, 'mano."