New York

[mnt_raph]

*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*

Comments

[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*

[ooc: if you want to change the origin of your post, feel free to delete this response. I've got a copy of the text. If not, don't worry about it.]

[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.

[cosmicquartz.livejournal.com]

*He leans back and laughs*
Don't worry kid. That's what apprentices are for.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a retirement to get back to.

You two, on the other hand, you've got a whole whopping five minutes to clean up and go back to what ever bubble dimension you've been hiding out in. Otherwise, things might be a bit bumpy on the reboot.

*he waves a hand over the watch again, and a five minute counter begins to count down. Simultaneous returns to the Oz like manifestation. Just before it winks out of existence, it says*

Oh and Raph, you may want to change your sheets.
I'm just sayin'.

[mnt_raph]

Five minutes? I think he's bluffing.

*Then there's an earthquake, and what sounds like the squeal of metal under high stress*

Okay, or not.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim curses, then touches the black disc on his belt. Strands of black cloth extend from said disc, wrapping Tim in a looses ninja-ish outfit. He smiles at Raph.*

Ready bro?

[mnt_raph]

*Raph fights back a snicker*
Yeah.
*he looks around, while a hand absentmindedly feels for the silver ankh*
Yeah, I think I am. Let's blow this popstand.

*as he exits through the living room, he grabs the house copy of Return of the Jedi and The Empire Strikes Back. Then he opens what would be the front door, and gestures towards Tim.*

After you.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tims moving faster in this outfit, a bit more coordinationthen usual. His left hand is clenched tight still, and he's carefulyl keeping it away from anything. He moves out in front of raph, then pauses, gesturing a head of him.*

You know the way.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph gives the Lair one last look, and then shuts the door behind him. And they're off*

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*and baring any other issues, Tim and raph escape relatively unscathed?*

[mnt_mike]

*There's a yawn and a stretch. Feels like he's been asleep for, like, half a year or something. Or he was hit by a small truck. It's hard to tell the difference sometimes. Scratching his shell he makes his way into the living room, just as the front door closes.*

Raph?

*not getting an answer he makes his way to the kitchen, and opens the freezer door*

HEY! Who ate all my drumsticks?

[ginsu_master]

Leo sits slowly. He scratches his head then looks at his palm.

"...why do I feel like I should yell at Raph...?"

[mnt_mike]

*Mike leans his head in, mad grin on his face*
Dunno Leo, maybe because you're breathing?