New York

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*Behind them is Milliways with all its hustle and bustle. In front of them, what could be any of a million nameless alley ways in the greater New York area. The air is not so much stale, as stagnant, which is a good thing considering that dumpsters and trashcans litter the street.

Raph sighs, for what has to be the umpteenth time today alone.*

After you.

*After a second or two of silence, he adds*

I'm gonna need some stuff from...well...up topside. Gimme a sec, okay?

*And with that he's gone*

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*Raph reaches out and brushes the fur on Splinter's face. He leans forward slightly, one arm going underneath his Master's neck, the other supporting his legs, and stands. Still avoiding Tim's eyes, he mutters*

I'm gonna put him in his room.

*Raph exits the room*

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*Tim watches raph go, letting his gaze slide around the room... until something catches his eye. "The Books of Magic." Wha-huh? He appraoches it as one would a wounded animal. Yup, thats him on the cover. With a scar. Oh, wow. Tim picks it up reluctantly, flipping through the pages. Yup. The converstion with Molly. Ypu, bringing her into his world. Wow. And... hey, theres that chick, the angels woman. io...the future? With...him as a dragon? Tim stares.*

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*Raph emerges through a beaded curtain to find Tim hovering around one of the livingroom bookcases. He doesn't mean to sneak up on Tim, it just happens.*

What'd ya find?

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*Tim jumps about a foot, slamming the book closed.*

Ah... it seems to be my story...uhm...before i came to milliways.

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*Amazingly Raph manages a smile at Tim's surprise.*

Huh, no kiddin'.

*he looks over Tim's shoulder and scans the titles listed there. Among the American Splendor and the Nexus there are many random and sundry issues of Batman as well as more Books of Magic.*

This is Mike's bookshelf.
I'm gonna put the guys to bed an' then clean up in there.
Stay outta trouble?

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*Tim nods, staring at the books.*

oh...woow.... yeh, no problem.

*Tim waits until raph is gone, then conviently slips some of the relevant books inside a dimensional pocket. Gonna need those later.*

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*As Raph passes by, he clap Tim on the shoulder*

Take a load off. The couch won't bite.

*Tim might want to ignore the high water marks on the sofa. It's for the best...really.

Raph returns to the task at hand. One by one he moves his brothers from the Dojo to their respective rooms. When that is all said and done, he sets about cleaning up the aftermath.

Raph has now been busy for a good half hour. The room is clean. His family is healed...and yet, nothing is moving. Fear begins to set in...*

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*Tim moves around the room, looking here and there, checking on things. He closes his eyes, feeling the magic...and checking for where the hang up is.*

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*From fear comes anger, overwhelming anger.

Things aren't going to change. They're going to stay like this forever.

Yes, he knows he fucked up, but he's here now. He's fixing it. Isn't that enough? WHEN WILL THAT BE ENOUGH?!?

From the Dojo, there is a large crashing noise as Raph, in a fit of frustration, flips over a weapons storage rack*

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*Tim stops his movement. Theres something...something out there. Right on the edge of finding so close....and then a crash, and he rushing that way.*

Raph? you all right?

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*Raph is near hysterical*

NO. NO I'M NOT FUCKING ALL RIGHT!
We did it Tim. It's fixed. They're all okay, right?

And nothing.....nothing....

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Raph.

*very quietly*

Theres somethign else here. I felt it. I feel it every time i reach out.

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*Raph leans up against the wall, and slides down until he's sitting. He puts his face in his hands.*

I don't get it. I just. Don't. Get it. What else do I gotta do?

*He looks up at Time, utterly hopeless*

I'll never get to tell them I'm sorry.

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*There is a small snapping noise, like that of an electrical spark. Suddently where there was nothing, there is now a pinprick of green light hovering in the center of the room. It grows exponentially until it's roughly five feet across. Within the ball of light, a plasma begins to form what appears to be a human face*

Well well well, Raphael. You have returned to the scene of your crimes.
Oh how the mighty have fallen, eh?

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*Tim stares at the head.*

Great shades of Oz. We shoulda waited for andrew....

*Tim lets one hand dropping, mentally pulling his magic missle spell to the forfront.*

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*The head turns to face Tim.*

Really? You think so? That's the look I was going for, actually. Nice call.

*it turns back to Raph*
I like this one.

*Then back to Tim*
OH, and don't even think about doing what ever it is you think you're doing. You were right, there was something here. Me. If trauma-boy over there wasn't so hung up on his own personal angst, you both might be a bit more prepared.

Thinking never was his strong point.

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*Raph's voice drops to a growl*
I should have known it was you.

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*Glances to raph.*

Friend of yours?

*Smiles at Oz.*

Ah... don't know what I'm doing then? Thats quite refreshing. And no, raph tends to be a fists first kind fo guy. S'why me and him make a good duo. I think, he fights, it all evens out.

*Tim closes his eyes, then nods, opening them.*

Kind of like dealing with Paul, Y'know?

*Spares a glance for raph there.*

I'm sorry, i didn't catch your name.

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*The light becomes brighter as Tim speaks. A stray bolt of lightning strikes out at Raph and forms a restraint around his waist which also pins his arms. The glowing restraint begins to lift and Raph is now a good 3 feet off the ground.

Raph now out of the way, the light begins to fade and the outline of a man no more than four feet tall appears. He has a DrumStick ice cream cone in his left hand. He extends his right to Tim*

Now that we've got Cap'n Bluster in protective custody, we can have a civilized conversation.
Lord Simultaneous. At your service.

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*Raph, obviously, tries to fight this but fails.*

You little fucker. When I get my hands on you...

*the sentence dies as another bolt of energy seals his mouth shut*

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*Shakes his hand, the left hand twitchign slightly, his eyes seemign to almost glow.*

Merlin Ambrosius, pleased to make your aquaintance. Why are you bothring these good people?

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Merlin, huh?
We-he-hell, aren't we self important then.
*he smirks in a not so kind way*

These good people?
*mock confusion*
OH you mean him. I had a small score to settle with our Young Mister Raphael.

*he turns to Raph, who is currently struggling against his bonds*
Human's a good look for you. Anyone ever tell you that?

*Back to Tim*
Almost didn't recognize him at first.
Anyway, as for the bothering part, way I see it...he now owes me a pretty large favor. I mean, if it wasn't for me he'd have surely lost Two Brothers and a Father.

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*Shrugs.*

I merely feel it right to properly introduce myself.

*Cocks his head.*

Is that score settled? And yes, quite a few girls have said that. He seems to have caught the eye of Death as well.

*Tim's left hand continues gesturing by his side, gathering not magic, but the slowness, the heaviness. Yup, that right, he's pulling the time stop into his hand. or at least enough to help him out.*

All right. What do you consider an equal favor?

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Death huh?
*He rolls his eyes*
Why doesn't that surprise me?
*Then a wide smile appears on the Time Lord's face.*

As I live and breathe....you just shut him up! You bring up Death, and he stops struggling. Ooh, there's a juicy bit of gossip there!
*he thinks and chuckles to himself*

But lest we digress, right?
The score isn't settled until he's learned some healthier conflict resolution strategies. Saving his family from distruction? Why that's just gravy from where I'm sitting.

You know what happens when he flies off the handle normally?
Nothing.
He storms off, everyone cools down, and then he comes back. Does he ever apologize? Nope. Heck, his family doesn't even ask for one. Why? Because that's just the way he is. They just accept it.

Well I don't.

That's a nice trick you got there...but I'd stop if I were you. I've seen what his brothers do to uninvited guests.
*He takes a bite of his ice cream cone*

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*Tim shrugs, and stops gesturing, keeping the stored time freeze locked in his hand, but watching this creature.*

Why is it up to you? Why do you feel its your choice, if they don't mind it?