[Kronk has adjusted to the sudden crises with as much aplomb as he can muster for the middle of the night; his ever-present backpack is hoisted over his shoulder, and he's still in his nightshirt, slippers and sleeping cap as he tries to keep any stragglers entering the hotel from messing it up too much.]HEY! Put down that firehose! Don't knock ( Read more... )

[Demyx is sitting in the Traverse Hotel lobby with his belongings and looking miserable. Genuinely miserable. He stopped by the Old Man's place on the way to the hotel, the guy who took him in when Demyx came out of the Mist.

He's gone. Likely dead, according to a passerby]

[Shortly after the Mirror's message, anyone in Joe West probably heard a loud, panicked cry. Everyone who's not can hear it over the mirrors instead.

The feed clicks on after being knocked over and Demyx is freaking out. From what can be seen here, he's pale and pacing furiously. He keeps twitching, swinging out at something that isn't there, and ( Read more... )

[Hey, folks, Clopin's window is mysteriously broken. And there's bloody glass everywhere. And his clothes are thrown carelessly on the ground. And he's nowhere to be found ( Read more... )

So this Christmas rubbush... what are you supposed to do if someone's dumb enough to get you something and you don't have anything to give back.

[Guess who actually found time for presents? This guy!

He left his presents to his brothers in their rooms. For Leo, it's a series of smooth retractable poles and chains tipped with weights--both more specialized for ninjutsu training than anything he'd find in the gymnasium (and the latter are very useful as weapons and tools). For Mike, he'll ( Read more... )

[Donatello does not look happy. And his bo is gripped in his hands.]

Which one of you messed with my coffee?

[Warning: that voice is way too soft. He didn't appreciate the two straight days of sleep.

Get to running, boys.]

[Compared to his last post a few weeks ago, Demyx sounds way better!]

So...the Black Mist is gone now or something?

[It was a simple matter to figure out the communications device, and his full grasp of its functions shows in how precisely he aligns the camera angle to show himself standing with his arms crossed as the video turns on. This is the first glimpse those of the Academy will have of a very tall, very purple turtle from the waist up.]I will make this ( Read more... )

Damn it! [The communicator turns on because it falls from his bed, hitting the ground and activating. Donatello's sitting on his bed in a meditation position, but he's not meditating anymore. His face is buried in his hands, and he's muttering swears that sound very out of place with his voice. His breath is coming in short inhales, and his chest ( Read more... )