[OOM: The Roof.]

[mnt_raph]

*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.*

Comments

[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.*

[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."

[mnt_raph]

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

okay.

[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.

[mnt_raph]

no shit, really? that ain't right.

*Says the clearly amused smiling ex-turtle.*

[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."

[mnt_raph]

*Raph blinks back at Angua.*

she like, dust right then an' there?

[someonesdog]

Angua shakes her head, just managing to suppress a giggle.

"No. I'd tipped her off beforehand, and she'd carved a radish in advance. That, and the one loaded in hot chilli seeds that she made young Fittly eat in front of all the other lads."

[mnt_raph]

an' they fell for that?

*Raph manages a cackle.*

that's some damn fine carvin' on her part. Don't sound like your uh...lads are all that bright.

[someonesdog]

"Well it's not like he had much of a choice," Angua points out. "It was that or chicken out in front of everyone else. She swallowed one of them, he had to do the same."

To be honest, it pisses Angua off, that she wouldn't be so vindictive. Angua just uses pure and simple violence.

[mnt_raph]

*Ahh the power of a gift/prank. Raph knows it well, as the bunny slippers by the edge of his bed can attest to.*

true 'nough.
what i don' get is why.

[someonesdog]

"Because it's a power struggle," she says. "You can't back down. Don't show them weakness, or you'll never hear the end of it."

[mnt_raph]

nah, that i get. what i don' is why you helped her in the first place.

[someonesdog]

"Because I'm the sergeant," Angua explains, frowning slightly, "and she was put in my care. If I didn't, it would be abusing my position."

[mnt_raph]

right. responsiblity. gotcha.

*This is why Raph refuses promotion.*

[someonesdog]

Angua had promotion thrust upon her.

"Well, it pays well," she says.

[mnt_raph]

don' take it personal or nothin', i mean, when it comes right down to it 'm as much of a baby catcher as you are.

[someonesdog]

"Yes, I know," she concedes. "And I don't... take it personally. It's just a job, really."

A job that permeates everything you do.

[mnt_raph]

you like it? or is it just somethin' to make ends meet?

[someonesdog]

Angua considers this for at least a whole mouthful of pasta.

Chew, and swallow.

"It started of as the only thing, but I don't really see myself doing anything else, now."

Not really an answer, but it will do.

[mnt_raph]

fair 'nough.

*Raph looks down at his own pasta before slowly turning to reach into the drawer of his nightstand, where he retrieves a throwing knife.*

[someonesdog]

Angua watches him retrieve said knife with a puzzled frown.

"The pasta's not good?"

[mnt_raph]

huh? nahh s'fine. look that way so i still look like a tough guy as i cut this up.

[someonesdog]

"Ah," Angua does so, successfully hiding a fond smile.

"Guess it isn't tender enough?"

[mnt_raph]

ain't the pasta's too tender, s'my jaw.
...
er...i mean,...yeah, stuff's like a frickin' rock.