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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.
Rating: Uh probably up to PG-13 because of Raph's mouth.
Mike was just not cut out for this "leadership" stuff; that was painfully clear now, as he chased his probably-freezing-to-death older brother through the snow-dusted woods to God knows where that stupid barrier started. What did it even look like? A wall, a fence? They didn't know what they were looking for, didn't know what they'd do when they got there and didn't even know where it was but hell if that would stop the great wise Raphiki of Too-Much-Pride Rock, who knew everything.
Dammit, Raph. Michelangelo was cold and hungry and worried, because they were here and Raph wouldn't listen to him if he looked like Splinter. Don wasn't here to look after them if they got sick, Leo wasn't here to make a Grand Plan and Splinter wasn't here to keep Raphael in line; Mike was up the proverbial creek without a battle and with a hole in his canoe.
And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it besides chase after his big brother and hope that he was right about that blood-pumping thing keeping them from falling asleep. Otherwise they were so screwed.
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.
Rating: Uh probably up to PG-13 because of Raph's mouth.
Mike was just not cut out for this "leadership" stuff; that was painfully clear now, as he chased his probably-freezing-to-death older brother through the snow-dusted woods to God knows where that stupid barrier started. What did it even look like? A wall, a fence? They didn't know what they were looking for, didn't know what they'd do when they got there and didn't even know where it was but hell if that would stop the great wise Raphiki of Too-Much-Pride Rock, who knew everything.
Dammit, Raph. Michelangelo was cold and hungry and worried, because they were here and Raph wouldn't listen to him if he looked like Splinter. Don wasn't here to look after them if they got sick, Leo wasn't here to make a Grand Plan and Splinter wasn't here to keep Raphael in line; Mike was up the proverbial creek without a battle and with a hole in his canoe.
And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it besides chase after his big brother and hope that he was right about that blood-pumping thing keeping them from falling asleep. Otherwise they were so screwed.