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[purple_bo]

Who: Donatello and Raphael  (closed-ish, but if you're in the kitchen, the feel free to gawk at the giant turtles

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[x_nightwatcher]

Raphael walked into the kitchen as his usual self. He glanced around at all the ghosts and furniture and appliances before settling his gaze on his brother. He smirked as he walked towards Donnie. "What? Stealing my sense of style? Com'on. You can do better than that, o'genius brother of mine."

He pulled up another stool next to Donnie's and sat down facing his brother. He glared at a ghost for a moment until it walked towards him. Snatching the cola can out of it's hand, Raph popped the lid and re-settled his sight on Donatello. He took a swig. "So, what happened to you?"

[purple_bo]

Taking in his brother's lack of disguise, Donatello took off his fedora and placed it on the counter. "What happened? Let's see..." Thinking over Raph's question, Donnie blew on the hot coffee before taking a drink. "I was in my room, going over the test results I got off of the zombie ooze, when all of a sudden I really wanted to sleep. The next thing I know, I'm in bed with a pounding headache."

Taking another sip, Donnie relaxed as he felt the banging in his skull start to fade. "My guess is that it has something to do with this place."

[x_nightwatcher]

"What else could it be?" Raph said, shrugging it off like a true Paradisian. Really, he was beginning to become way too used to this place and its oddities.

With a sigh, Raphael shook his head. He looked back up to Donnie. "I'm not surprised," he clarified. "This place does all kind of weird shiat."

"So, what exactly am I supposed to be doing? Oh, right. Helping you play 'catch-up' in the Paradisa history of hell."

[purple_bo]

With the head-ache well on its way to admitting defeat, the more... "intellectual" aspect of Donnie's mind started to come out. "Yeah, but I'm sure there's gotta be some sort of explanation as to how it all happens, not to mention why these things happen."

Shell, there might even be some books hidden in the library that might shed some light on the subject. He drank from his mug absentmindedly before shaking away the thoughts. First things first, Donnie needed to know what's going on. "Right. So, you said vampires?"

[x_nightwatcher]

Raphael shifted his position on his stool a bit, sheepishly. Then he remembered he had nothing to be ashamed of as far as he was concerned. "Yea, as a matter of fact, I am." He straightened his posture, both in a puff of pride and in a daring manner.

[purple_bo]

Donnie gave a half smile as he watched his brother's preening. "Consider yourself glad that Mikey's not here. I think we'd both be deaf from his squeeling by now."

[x_nightwatcher]

Raph, the tension he had only imagined evaporating completely, actually laughed at Donnie's jest. "Damn, you're right. He is such a fanboy, isn't he?"

[purple_bo]

"Enough to consider dressing up as you for Halloween," Donnie chortled. Granted, Mikey had declared that only once after the news managed to show a rather spectacular home clip of one of the Night Watcher's escapades.

But it still counted.