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

[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?