[Action/Forward dated to 10/11]honorthecodeOctober 12 2011, 06:06:56 UTC
[It was three days after Don and Robert were kidnapped, when Leonardo was dragged in by the bots and tossed in a cell. Stripped of his gear, including his swords. He was left new feather clothes, but for now he's refusing to wear them. Since he woke up, he's been trying to find a way to escape the cell. But so far it's proven futile.]
It's dark and it's cold and Robert is in the half-catatonia that comes from being relentlessly experimented on for a few days. His frail body has been given a chance to recuperate, but his mind still swims, hazy from anaesthetics that combine in unsettlingly familiar ways, harking back from half a decade ago.
He's terrified, honestly. But more for Don than him; what atrocious things are they doing to his lover? Right now he can't even see him, despite having his fingers hooked clawlike through the bars, peering through, an animal trapped in a cage.
There's another presence in the cage across the sterile white hall (why does it have to remind him so disgustingly much of the Institute?), is there? For a moment, Robert dares to hope, at the barest edge of green hidden in the shadows...]
... D-D... D-Don...?
[His voice is dry, with a hollowness that betrays how much damage this captivity has done in three days.]
[Leo's noticed the cold. He hasn't seen or heard Don which is making him agitated. Not knowing what they could possibly be doing to his brother. He's pacing his cell, or at least as much as he can, when he hears the voice. He glances at the cell across from his. He probably noticed Robert earlier.]
L-Leonardo...? [Robert blinks confusedly a moment. He thought he might've seen the other turtle, when he was clinging to Don - but didn't they leave him?
... Now they must have decided that they needed another subject.
The little scientist's shoulders shake as he reflexively wrings his hands, conscious of his bare arms and their painful-looking scars even now and hoping Leo can't make them out in the gloom.]
... I... I see... [He draws in a breath; it just might turn into a small sob before he swallows it down.
They're all going to be tortured together. And Carbon is all by herself; Robert hopes she'll be alright, but it's hard to worry too much when they're all slated to be experimented on.]
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I am... s-sorry, Leonardo. Nobody... n-nobody should have to be here.
I... I d-do not even know where... where they took Don... [He feels sick admitting that, like it's his fault.]
[And yet he is anyway, especially after what they did to Raph that one time. He gives a frustrated growl, and suddenly hammers his fist against the bars, which results in them rattling.]
[Nearly. And even if he had there would have been more. But yes, at least he was strong enough to do that.]
You are strong. S-Strong and capable. It is... h-hardly fair, to judge yourself against droids that are... s-specifically manufactured by those who know every weakness we h-have...
I know, they're made to take down anybody. But I've gotten better. [But even a small victory is a good one. He's gotten better than that time April was kidnapped.]
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It's dark and it's cold and Robert is in the half-catatonia that comes from being relentlessly experimented on for a few days. His frail body has been given a chance to recuperate, but his mind still swims, hazy from anaesthetics that combine in unsettlingly familiar ways, harking back from half a decade ago.
He's terrified, honestly. But more for Don than him; what atrocious things are they doing to his lover? Right now he can't even see him, despite having his fingers hooked clawlike through the bars, peering through, an animal trapped in a cage.
There's another presence in the cage across the sterile white hall (why does it have to remind him so disgustingly much of the Institute?), is there? For a moment, Robert dares to hope, at the barest edge of green hidden in the shadows...]
... D-D... D-Don...?
[His voice is dry, with a hollowness that betrays how much damage this captivity has done in three days.]
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No Robert, it's Leonardo.
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... Now they must have decided that they needed another subject.
The little scientist's shoulders shake as he reflexively wrings his hands, conscious of his bare arms and their painful-looking scars even now and hoping Leo can't make them out in the gloom.]
... th-they... they took you, too...?
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Yeah. They dragged me in today. [At least he thinks it's the same day. It's been hard to tell.]
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They're all going to be tortured together. And Carbon is all by herself; Robert hopes she'll be alright, but it's hard to worry too much when they're all slated to be experimented on.]
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I am... s-sorry, Leonardo. Nobody... n-nobody should have to be here.
I... I d-do not even know where... where they took Don... [He feels sick admitting that, like it's his fault.]
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Then, more quietly:] I know. I just... I wish there was s-something I could do.
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He sighs softly. He's worried about his brother though. He doesn't know what kind of shape he's in. He leans against the bars for a moment.]
I hope Don is all right.
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M-me too.
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Who knows what the... M-Malnosso have planned for him...?
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[And yet he is anyway, especially after what they did to Raph that one time. He gives a frustrated growl, and suddenly hammers his fist against the bars, which results in them rattling.]
I should've done more. to stop them.
[Two can play the self blame game Robert.]
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Then:] ... N-none of us could do anything... a-at, at least you tried.
[To Robert, the fact he tried is more than enough. Only one person ever managed to destroy the droids utterly...]
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I nearly took two down.
[But it was like they knew he'd fight hard, as there was plenty of back those up.]
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You are strong. S-Strong and capable. It is... h-hardly fair, to judge yourself against droids that are... s-specifically manufactured by those who know every weakness we h-have...
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I know, they're made to take down anybody. But I've gotten better. [But even a small victory is a good one. He's gotten better than that time April was kidnapped.]
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... I think we... a-all have. Adversity... h-has a habit of... of improving people, sometimes.
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