mnt_raph | [OOM: The Roof.]

*If one were to follow the path of blood that goes up and over the outside wall of Milliways one might just find themselves with in earshot of the moody grunge rock that blares from within the tent that dreams of being a studio apartment. And for good reason, the sole inhabitant of said tent is feeling less than stellar at the moment. Actually, less than stellar is a rather large understatement. Raph feels like ass reheated in a non-microwavable container on high for fifteen minutes. That's sort of what happens after you go three rounds with a Slayer.

While it's entirely possible that that he's suffered worse injuries in the past, he's never looked worse. There's something about green skin that just hides bruises better than the pink he's currently sporting.

Currently the entire right side of his face is swollen and purple. He has a staggered line of black stitching running from his elbow to his wrist of his left arm. There is a square of gauze taped to his right thigh which is clearly visible below the cut off sweat shorts he's forced to wear due to his...um...other injuries.

Sleeping hasn't been much of an option. And eating is right out as well. Thankfully, Raph has a well stocked fridge when it comes to beverages.*

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From:

mnt_raph

you make a habit o' showin' up on random rooftops to make people dinner?

From:

someonesdog

"There's a trail of blood," she points out.

From:

mnt_raph

*He swallows just a bit harder than normal.*

there...uh...there is?

*He was hoping rain would have washed that away.*

From:

someonesdog

"Uh huh.

"Course, it's nearly washed away now, but I couldn't not follow it. Sorry."

From:

mnt_raph

*Raph blinks back at her, fork half way to his mouth.*

huh?

From:

someonesdog

She raises a hand and waves sheepishly.

"Copper. It's like when you see someone running away. You have to chase."

Oh the convenient irony.

From:

mnt_raph

*Okay, that's something that Raph understands. People who've done nothing wrong rarely have a reason to run.*

you need to drink more decaf.

From:

someonesdog

"I think I tried that once," Angua remarks. "Here.

"Rather defeats the purpose of coffee, doesn't it?"

From:

mnt_raph

yup. which is why i brew the strong stuff in the orange container.

From:

someonesdog

"Do I want to know?"

From:

mnt_raph

the thing...the thing you make coffee in? the glass things. the one with the orange top is supposed to be decaf. so i make strong stuff in it so people think i'm drinkin' decaf.

it ain't like you can taste the caffine.

From:

someonesdog

The explanation actually makes sense, and Angua snorts with laughter.

"Oh that's a good one."

From:

mnt_raph

*Raph tries to smirk back at her, but with the yellowing bruises it just sort of comes off as being rather pathetic.*

ain't a dummy all the time.

From:

someonesdog

"No, you've got being a conniving bastard right down," Angua admits. "You'd love the lads back home."

From:

mnt_raph

oh yeah? how's that?

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someonesdog

"Suspicious, pranking bastards the lot of them," she says. Except for Carrot, of course, but that's why she loves him, really.

"You'd fit right in."

From:

mnt_raph

right on.

...

wait...ain't you a cop?

From:

someonesdog

That at least makes the corner of Angua's mouth twitch sheepishly.

"Yeah, and?"

From:

mnt_raph

didn't really 'magine cops havin' a good sense o'humor.

*It's a challange as much as a statement of fact.
Of course, in defense of New York's finest, being faced with a five foot tall turtle with weapons tends to prompt shooting first and asking questions later.*

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someonesdog

"I didn't say good," she points out. "I said conniving pranking bastards.

"Like... well, we've just got a new recruit a couple of days ago? A vampire."

From:

mnt_raph

*Raph squirms as much as his macho demeanor allows.*

okay.

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someonesdog

"Oh I don't like them anymore than you do, believe me," Angua says. "But I ended up having to watch over her anyway.

"Anyway, the lads tend to prank the new recruits. And they decided it would be a good idea to put two bulbs of garlic in her locker."

She pauses, waiting for a reaction, but that's not the end of the story.

From:

mnt_raph

no shit, really? that ain't right.

*Says the clearly amused smiling ex-turtle.*

From:

someonesdog

"Well, she just reaches in there," Angua says, after smirking at his smile, "and pulls out the bulbs. Then she turns to the lads, smiling like butter wouldn't melt, and shoves an entire one of the two in her mouth. Whole."