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 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....

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Raph.

*very quietly*

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

[mnt_raph]

*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.

[cosmicquartz.livejournal.com]

*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?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*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.*

[cosmicquartz.livejournal.com]

*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.

[mnt_raph]

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

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*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.

[cosmicquartz.livejournal.com]

*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*

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*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?

[cosmicquartz.livejournal.com]

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.

[darksunlight.livejournal.com]

*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?

[cosmicquartz.livejournal.com]

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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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*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?

[cosmicquartz.livejournal.com]

Oh but they do mind. They just choose the path of least resistance. And this time, it could have cost them their lives. This time he didn't come right back. He's been gone for...

*he looks at his watch*
Well over two months. I know, I've been here waiting.
That's an awful long time to keep someone with a concussion waiting.
Or even worse...someone with all of time to lord over. Thankfully, I can work from home. Got great bennies.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Crosses his arms across his chest, staring.*

So, what are you proposing?

[cosmicquartz.livejournal.com]

*He holds up the ice cream cone and it disappears. With his now free hand he strokes his chin.*

Well, I was proposing to just torment while holding his family and city hostage. Nothing too serious. Maybe inspire a mental break down or two. You know, for old time's sake.

Of course, I wasn't expecting him to come crawling back with Merlin holding the leash, now was I?

*he takes a deep breath*
Really, I was just hoping to weedle an honest apology out of him.
*He turns to Raph*
If he can manage that, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Turns to watch Raph.*

[mnt_raph]

*Raph, who has been trying to avoid eyecontact since the mention of Death, looks up when the weight of the stares becomes just a touch too much to bear. He looks from Tim to Lord Simultaneous, then rolls his eyes for good measure before nodding*

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Well then, you see/ Raph knows how to keep things simple.

*Tim prays he does.*

[cosmicquartz.livejournal.com]

Yes well, Simple Is as Simple Does.

*The Time Lord rolls up his sleeve revealing a pretty schnazzy looking digital watch. He waves his hand over it, and the energy bands that restrain Raph are lifted.*

Okay buddy boy, let's hear it.
If you forget your lines, just ask. I know you're not off book yet.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph lands easily. Three feet is not that hight. He cracks his neck, and begins to walk over to Lord Simultaneous, much the way he would if he were going to break up a fight...or maybe start one.

But instead of throwing a punch, he extends his hand to the little man.*

I...I'm sorry for trying to punch you in the head.

[cosmicquartz.livejournal.com]

*Lord Simutaneous looks the ex-turtle over, and eventually nods his approval and accepts the hand*

See? Now that wasn't so hard, was it?

*He turns towards Tim*
I'm amazed. He can be taught.
Nice work kid.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim smiles smugly*

Well, you know how it is. Good friends and good drink. Oh, speaking of training.

*Tim lifts his left hand, the slow time still held within it.*

I have your signature here. A trace of your essence. It means that no matter what you do, or what you try, i can find you. And it means i don't have to follow your rules. Which means, if you try this shit again? I'll scatter your atoms throughout a billion universe.

*No trace of bravado, no cockiness, not even any menace in his voice. He just states the truth as he knows it.*

Sorry I'm not as well mannered as Raph.