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remmushound · 3 years

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Beyond the Bay chapter 3: What we’ve become

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The yelling started early today. Donatello was already working in his lab when the shouts reached him and he moved only to close the door before continuing his work; the muffled argument was a little less annoying, and he wasn’t going to let that new everyday occurrence disturb him. He just hoped they’d get over it quickly this time. His room felt hot as a sauna with the door closed. Michelangelo was still sleeping when the argument came to its peak and, though he woke up with the violence just outside his door, all he did was curl deeper into the blankets and try to ignore it.

“Why can’t you just trust that I’m right on this one?” Leonardo’s voice was softer than his older brother’s, but carried a viper's poison in the sharp words.

“Because you’re not!” Raphael boomed, his shouts like a deep base drum bouncing off the wall. When he prodded Leonardo’s chest, the slider hardly moved. “You think you are, but you’re not!”

“And you think you know what’s best for everyone, but you don’t, Raph!”

“I never said that!”

“You didn't have to.” Leonardo hissed through his teeth, and when he advanced on Raphael, the snapper kept backing up until he met a wall and could escape no further. “You keep acting like a dictator and won’t take our thoughts into consideration!”

“I DID CONSIDER THEM!” Raphael shoved his way past Leonardo to escape the interaction, “Don’t get in my face, you know I can’t stand that!”

“I didn't mean to.” Leonardo said, and there was truth in the statement; the relapse of calm didn't last very long as he pursued Raphael, “This is a lose-lose situation, Raph, and we need to choose what’s better for him!”

“Or what’s easiest for you.” Raphael snarled, his eyes darkening as he snapped back to look at Leonardo.

“You think that’s what this is about?” Leonardo pulled back, his mouth agape as he stared at his leader.

“Isn’t it?” Raphael flashed his teeth, “You just don’t want to put in the work. Like. Usual.”

Leonardo’s face was hot and flushed, his eyes burning, but still he stared into Raphael’s cold gaze. “You really think I would do that for something this serious…?”

“Right now, I don’t know what to think Leo…” Raphael lost his sharp tone, but his words were still bitter as he turned his back to his brother.

“Guys.” Donatello knocked on the wall to announce his presence, startling both mutants. “I’m getting a strange inter-dimensional reading from downtown; we should check it out.”

Donatello took his leave quickly before he could be addressed or questioned. Raphael started to give a response, but Donatello was already gone. Instead, he sighed and turned to Leonardo.

“We are not done talking about this.”

The trip over was spent in silence, Donatello in the lead of his brothers to guide the way. Raphael wanted badly to talk with Michelangelo, but when he saw the look of pure sadness imprinted on his youngest brother's face, he thought better of it. Michelangelo’s eyes were heavy, a small frown etched into his features where there had once almost always been a smile. One by one the brothers dropped into the alleyway, the younger two looking to the left and the older two to the right to make sure there was no obvious danger to them. When their shared mindspace revealed nothing but peaceful solitude, Donatello flipped his goggles down over his eyes to search for the signatures unseen.

“Maybe our friends came to visit…?” Michelangelo suggested hopefully, his voice painfully soft as he fiddled with his mask tails.

“No, there’s only one signature.” Donatello hummed as he started to track the signature, “It’s not mystic, but it… doesn’t seem quite mutant either. There’s definitely mutagenic properties though…”

“So… a non-mutant with mutagen?” Leonardo asked, his doubt creeping into his voice with a scoff. “Makes sense.”

Donatello pulled up his goggles so he could face Leonardo unobscured. “Or a potential baddie transporting mutagen. Wouldn’t be the first one to attempt to recreate mutagen with his own sick twist.”

“He’d be the first to succeed though.” Raphael muttered, his voice low. “Doctor Feral has been trying for years to get it right according to Draxum.”

“Well today might just be his lucky day.” Donatello commented.

“Or unlucky.” Leonardo said, “Can you track where he or his lackey went?”

“Yes, that should be no problem…” Donatello said, distracted as he started to play around his his holographic screens.

“Is there a separate problem then?”

Donatello didn't immediately answer. He finished up whatever he was working on, his brothers waiting impatiently, before he responded. “The signature is definitely inter-dimensional and Feral has never shown any interest in the subject. I’m just wondering how he could’ve gotten his hands on something capable of making a controlled black hole without us noticing, or without ripping himself apart. It’s a really delicate process.”

“So maybe it’s not Feral…” Leonardo mused, “Maybe it’s someone else?”

“We’ll just have to see.” Donatello sighed, his spider arms deploying and digging into the stone of the closest building to carry him upward. “Come on, signature’s this way.”

His brothers hopped after him one by one, leaving the alley and its single, hidden occupant in silence.

Following Donatello, the brothers took the rooftops straight for a long while before taking a sharp turn. They passed a water tower, and what remained of Cassandra’s bakery; the brothers stopped for a moment in silent mourning of the burnt-out building before carrying on. Thirty minutes into the search and Donatello hesitated, tapping the device that had been guiding him.

“What’s up, Don?” Raphael asked, approaching his brother's side to peer down at the machine; he couldn’t tell if it was broken or not by just eyeing it, so he asked a followup question. “Is something wrong with the tech?”

“I don’t know…” Donatello mused, tapping the machine several more times with a furious growl. “It stopped calculation…”

Leonardo looked around, and then pointed to the same water tower they had passed by ten minute earlier, “Looks like it was taking us in circles anyway.”  

“Odd.” Raphael said, narrowing his eyes slightly, “Don, explanation?”

“Working on it.” Donatello said, and he was.

“Donnie’s tech malfunctions all the time.” Leonardo commented, a smirk splitting his face as he leaned against a nearby wall to wait. “I’m sure it’s fine.”

“Can it, Nardo.” Donatello growled softly. “It was working just a few minutes ago.”

“If you say so.”

While the rest of the family waited, Donatello paced, mumbling lowly under his breath as he fiddled and tinkered. It didn't take long at all for Raphael to grow anxious; every moment they spent in the same place was another moment they risked being spotted by the Foot Clan or, even worse, the AMA. The city streets that used to be so quiet at this hour weren’t nearly so anymore; catching sight of a small group of humans in the streets below, Raphael and his brothers all ducked for cover. Donatello had to be practically dragged out of view and away from his hyper-focus on his tech issue.

“We can’t hang out here.” Raphael said, “We’re exposed. We can go back to the lair and Don can fix his geek tech, then we can come back.”

“But Feral or whoever it is could be long gone by then.” Leonardo brought up.

Raphael pursed his lips and gave a low rumble. Leonardo had a good point. With new mutants popping up what seemed like every day, they really couldn’t afford even more mutagen being produced and released to the public. They already had enough to deal with as the new super swarm of oozesquitos were emerging, and it would only get harder to contain them. Then he reconsidered again, and when the potential for injury or capture resurfaced, he quickly made his mind up.

“It’s a risk we’ll have to take then. We’re sitting ducks out here, and unless you want to find out if the rest of you are bullet proof, then we should hustle back home. Snipers could be anywhere.” Raphael winced at the painful memory of the bullets striking his shell, doing little damage but still hurting beyond measure.

“Ah yes, the infamous night snipers.” Leonardo rolled his eyes, “Sniping in the night. Gotta fear them.”

“Not funny, Leo.” Raphael snorted, “No time for joking, so let’s head home.”

The lair was painfully quiet when the brothers entered and called out to their father to announce their presence. There was no response, but then again they hadn’t been expecting one either. Raphael gave a nod of dismissal to his brothers before he strode off toward their fathers room. Donatello separated from his brothers quickly, still muttering his agitation at the device that refused to cooperate. Leonardo was waiting for Michelangelo to take off first, most likely toward his room or toward the kitchen for a quick snack, but the youngest brother didn't move. He was taller than Leonardo now, making the blue brother the smallest of the four, but still he clung tightly to his brother's arm like he always did; it was a habit not easily broken.

Leonardo frowned, but then tried to smile as he wrapped an arm around Michelangelo and started to lead him toward the gaming room.

“Hey Hermano, what say we squeeze in a quick game before Don fixes his doohickey? Might be a good way to pass the time.”

“Leo?” Michelangelo pulled away, resisting his brother's attempt to steer him away.

“Yeah, Miguel?”

Michelangelo, not expecting to actually be heard, was at a loss of words for several moments. He averted his gaze, arms folding behind his back as he hung his head low. His feet danced a nervous dance, tracing against the ground. Leonardo put a hand on his brothers shoulder, angling his head to try and get a glance at Michelangelo’s hidden expression.

“Bro…?” Leonardo asked softly, and when no response came, he pressed his nose to Michelangelo’s neck and gave a snorting chuff. Michelangelo giggled and pushed him away, and Leonardo smiled at the response. “Come on, you can talk to me about anything!”

“I… it’s just that…” Michelangelo rubbed his arm anxiously, “Would you wanna have a movie morning in the morning? You know, after Don fixes his thingie and we do our thing? You know, us, April, Casey, and… and dad? It’s just… we haven’t had one in a while and we used to really like them.”

Leonardo nodded slowly, his smile growing more genuine by the moment. He gave Michelangelo a solid pat on the shoulder. “Of course. I’d love to have movie morning with you, baby brother.”

Michelangelo scrunched up his beak. “Leoooo! I’m not a baby anymore!”

Leonardo practically hung on Michelangelo, using his baby voice to further mock and annoy Michelangelo. “You’ll always be a baby to me!”

“We were mutated on the same day, Leo!” Michelangelo giggled.

“Mikey, when you get to be my age—“

“You’re seventeen!” Michelangelo groaned.

“And you’re fifteen~” Leonardo booty-bumped Michelangelo. “And someone has a sweet sixteen coming up~”

Michelangelo bumped him back. “You know mine’s still a month away.”

“You’re already planning it, aren’t you?” Leonardo smirked.

Michelangelo gasped at the accusation. “I can’t plan my own surprise party! Then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

Leonardo’s expression didn't falter, simply staring at his brother with an even smile. It didn't take long for the box turtle to break under the pressure.

“I have a five page wish list already…”

“Of course you do.” Leonardo ruffled his brothers head, “I’d expect nothing left from the master of all things party!”

“What, say what?! That is not my title!” Michelangelo and Leonardo started to walk side by side toward the gaming room.

“Oh? Then what is it, oh Party Master?”

“Definitely not that!” Michelangelo laughed, “Buuuut I’ll think on it.”

“We have all the time in the world, little bro.”

#sooner or later all brothers argue #what could raphael and Leonardo be arguing about?~#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #bay turtles #bayverse turtles #bay mikey #bay leo #bay Donnie #bay Raph #bayverse #rise Donnie #rise leo #rise Raph #rise mikey

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bionicragdoll · 5 years

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Nerds of a Feather Part 1

A/N Here is part one of my Donnie X OC fanfiction. I’m not super thrilled with the title so that may change, if anyone has any suggestions I’m open to them. While I have a general idea of where I want to go with this story I’m willing to incorporate any ideas that you the reader may have. Anything that doesn’t get added to this story will be filed away for future use. Feedback is always appreciated. Chapter 2 is in progress but since I’m going to be at Granite State Comic Con all weekend any updates are going to be at least a week out. Enjoy!

Four massive figures moved through the New York night, careful to keep to the shadows. With the mid autumn chill came shorter days and longer nights, something the mutants of New York took advantage of whenever they could. Hidden from prying eyes they were ever watchful for danger, or a hapless citizen in need of help. Movement at the street level caught Leo’s eye. He held up his hand in a signal for the other three to stop. Without a word he pointed down to the building across the street, its intricate pseudo-grecian facade and stone statues lining the steps made it an imposing structure despite being dwarfed by its neighbors. A team of familiar foes streamed out of the windows, running away from the scene of whatever crime they had just committed.

Donnie adjusted the settings on his goggles, “Foot Clan.”

“What are they doing?” Raph asked, “Shredder disappeared years ago and Leo took care of Karai. Who would be leading them now?”

“No clue,” Leo said, “Mikey, you and I will follow them and try to figure out what they are up to. Raph, you and Donnie go into the building and see if there are any clues or witnesses that can help us figure this out.” For a moment he thought Raph would argue about being left out of the fight but after a second he merely nodded and the two pairs went their separate ways.

They stepped into the main foyer, a large oak desk in the back center of the room, behind it a wide granite staircase swept downward, a dim light shining at the bottom. The two brothers looked at each other and nodded before descending. The stairs led them to a large room lit with florescent lights. Rows upon rows of metal shelves extended before them. The boxes that had once been carefully organized and labelled were now strewn about the basement. Whatever the Foot were looking for they had torn the place apart to find it. At first glance the room appeared to be empty, until movement in one of the aisles caught Donnie’s eye. A young woman was walking up the aisle toward them, one hand holding a piece of fabric to the back of her head, the other gripping the shelves in order to keep her balance. From the way she was looking back and forth he guessed that she was surveying the damage. She hadn’t seen them yet and he was still trying to determine what their next move should be when he saw her foot catch on an overturned box. Before he stopped to consider the consequences of his actions Donnie rushed forward and caught her before she hit the floor. “Are you all right?” He asked.

Startled she looked at him, eyes wide in disbelief, before flicking over to Raphael. “That depends.” She said slowly, “Am I currently seeing two giant talking turtles?”

“I’m afraid so.” He replied.

She studied him for a minute, her green eyes full of more curiosity than fear. “I don’t know if that me feel better or worse. But,” She continued, untangling herself from his arms and pushing her black plastic framed glasses into place, “I have bigger things to worry about than mutant turtle men. Like figuring out what the hell the Foot were after and how I’m going to explain this to my boss.”

“Yeah why would the Foot care about some moldy old papers?” Raph asked, joining the duo.

The woman rounded on him. “Some moldy old papers? For one thing these papers are not moldy. We take great pains to keep everything in here in good condition. Second this is the National Archives. We have records in here that have been classified since before your mother was hatched. There’s literally thousands of things that they could be after.” She takes another look around at the chaos that surrounds them. “Each one of these records had a specific place in the collection, until we get it all put back where it belongs it’s going to be almost impossible to find out what’s missing.” Her delicate fingers began to massage her temples, “Just thinking about what a nightmare this is going to be is giving me a headache.” Raph and Don looked at each other, eyes wide with shock. Not many people had the gumption to get in Raph’s face like that, especially having only just met him. Donnie looked back at the woman, she was shaking, whether it was from anger, frustration, or fear he didn’t know but something needed to be done to calm her down.

“Here,” Donnie said, leading her to the stair case, “Sit down. I’m Donatello, and my brother over there is Raphael.”

She sat down, still cradling her head in her hands. “Emily. Nice to meet you guys.”

Don sat down next to her, “Our other two brothers are already going after the thieves. With any luck they’ll be able to recover whatever it is that got stolen. Is there anyone that you need to call?”

“No. The silent alarm went off the instant they broke the window. FBI are going to be on their way right now and I already got a call from my boss about the situation.”

The techy turtle gave a quick look to his brother call Chief Vincent. Raph nodded and pulled out his phone to explain the situation. “We have friends in the FBI,” Donnie explained, “If you’d like we can stay with you until they get here.”

“I’d like that.” Emily replied.

Raph made his way back towards the pair, “Vincent’s already aware of the situation and sending a team over that knows us.” He looked down at Emily and how close she was to Donnie, “How come you’re not freaking out? Most people scream or pass out when they first see us.”

Emily looked up at him, “One I’m in shock and having a hard time processing anything at the moment. Two I’m probably concussed from getting hit in the back of the head which is not helping my thought process any. And three if you guys wanted to hurt me you would have done it already. Besides I’ve heard the rumors, this just confirms what I’ve been hearing around the city.”

At the word concussed Donnie’s head snapped up. It was then that he noticed that the fabric she’s been holding to her head was in fact a scarf, the pale yellow now stained with blood. “Can I take a look at that?” He asked.

She was silent for a moment, whether it took her time to process the question or if she was considering saying no he wasn’t sure. At last she nodded and pulled the scarf away, wincing as the hair dried with blood stuck and pulled against her skull. “Well it’ll need stitches but it’s not that deep. It looks worse than it is because head wounds bleed a lot.”

The sound of several pairs of heavy boots came thundering down the stairs. The pair of ninjas stepped in front of Emily, weapons at the ready. “Three men,” Donnie whispered, looking through the thermal imaging on his goggles, “Heavy armor and guns.”

“Could be ours.” Raph replied. Donnie simply nodded in reply but neither of them made a move to stand down.

The three men came down the steps, the words FBI emblazoned across each of their chests. “Donatello, Raphael,” one of them said with a nod, “Good to see you again. Is she a witness?”

“Good to see you McDonnell and yes she’s a witness. She’s has a minor head wound but other than that seems to be unharmed.”

“Thank you,” McDonnell said, “Chief Vincent wants to speak with you both, I’ll escort her outside so that we can get her statement.”

Emily cleared her loudly. “Her name is Emily, thank you very much.”

McDonnell and his two cohorts had the decency to look embarrassed, “Of course. My apologies. If you’ll come with me please ma’am we’ll get your head looked at and ask you just a few questions.” He guided placed his arm gently around her shoulder and guided her up the stairs. “If you don’t mind my saying so ma’am you look very familiar.”

“I get that a lot.” She said in deadpaned, almost resigned voice.

Outside of the imposing stone building the street was lined with sleek black cars while a crowd of men and women in cheap black suits milled about waiting for orders. Emily allowed herself to be guided to an ambulance. Without really processing what was going on around her she found herself wrapped in a blanket, a hot cup of coffee in her hand. She was aware that her two rescuers were standing mere feet away, giving their statements. The tall one, Donatello she reminded herself, kept glancing at her in what appeared to be concern. A stern blonde woman sat down next to her, “My name is Chief Vincent, Bureau of Organized Crime, we’ll be working with the FBI to track down the people that did this. Can you tell me what happened?”

Emily brought the coffee to her lips and took a deep swallow of the hot bitter liquid before nodding. “I was closing up, making sure everything was put away in the correct place, that nothing was misfiled and getting everything prepped for the next morning. Normally we work in pairs for security purposes but Eric said that he had tickets to the Rangers game so I told him that I could handle it myself.” She shook her head briefly before a lancing pain made her stop, “I never imagined something like this could happen. We have a night security guard Bob-” Emily stopped midsentance. “Did you guys find Bob, is he okay?” Before Vincent could respond a team of EMTs came into view, wheeling out a gurney that with a body covered in a sheet. At that moment the full weight of what had happened hit her. Bob was dead, those Foot soldiers could have easily killed her too. It seemed that all of the oxygen had been sucked out of her lungs, she began gasping, trying to get a breath. Her thought process, already compromised, stopped functioning entirely. Some part of her brain registered that Vincent was still talking to her, perhaps trying to calm her down even but the words were no longer registering. Her vision was started to swim and she felt herself going faint.

A strong pair of hands dragged her back into reality. For the second time that night Emily found herself into a pair of amber eyes framed by tortiseshell glasses. “Breathe,” Donnie said, “Look at me, focus on me. Breathe.” He led her through a series of the breathing exercise that Splinter had taught them to help them mediate. Eventually she found herself feeling calm, focused, and clearheaded. “There we go.” Taking a chance he wiped the tears from her cheeks. “It’s okay.” He assured her, “It’s all over now, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

Without thinking Emily threw her arms around his shoulders, desperate for the security and comfort that he was offering. “Thank you,” She whispered, voice still shaky. Once her heartrate had returned to normal she pulled away but still kept her hand tucked inside his to keep her grounded. Taking another deep breath she continued. “Eric left early to go to the hockey game. I was down in the basement getting everything ready for tomorrow when I heard a window upstairs in the reading room break. I heard,” Her voice caught and Donnie gave her hand an encouraging squeeze, “I heard Bob check on it. There was- there was the sounds of fighting and then I saw Foot soldiers come downstairs. One of them hit me, on the back of the head. Next thing I know Donatello and Raphael are there.”

“Do you know what they could have been after?” Vincent asked.

This time Emily didn’t shake her head, “No. Most of our records are kept offsite. They have to be requested in advance then we let the user know when they’re available. I think that knowing the Foot that they were aware of that and had someone request whatever documents they were after to make sure they were onsite in order to steal. Right now the records room is a disaster. It’s going to take us weeks to sort out everything enough to figure out what exactly is missing.”

Another suit walked up to them and cleared his voice as polietly as possible, “Ma’am?” He said, looking at Vincent. “Leonardo and Michelangelo have arrived. They’re requesting to speak with you.”

“Of course.” She then directed her attention back to Emily, “Thank you for your cooperation. We’ll be in touch.”

Something about her tone bothered Donnie for a reason he couldn’t pinpoint. “What did she mean by that?” Donnie asked.

Emily gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Statisically speaking most thefts from museums and archives are orchestrated by people that work within the institution. It’s perfectly rational that she thinks I may be a suspect. It’s her job.”

Another convoy of black SUVs pulled up to the National Archives building. The team that stepped out of those vehicles looked more like Secret Service than FBI agents. Finished giving his statement Raphael finally walked up to Emily and Don, “Who are those guys?”

“My dad’s bodyguards.”

The turtles’ eyes widened in surprise as Mayor Danvers stepped out of one of the SUVs and came rushing towards them. “Emily! Sweetheart! Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?” The man that always seemed unflappable on TV now wrapped his arms around his daughter, eyes wide with worry.

“I'm okay Dad.” She assured him, and then Donnie cleared his throat, “Mostly, I got hit in the head but Donatello said I’ll be okay.”

“Donatello?” Mayor Danvers turned to look at the purple clad turtle kneeling next to the ambulance. “Ah Yes, I’ve heard about you.” He cleared his throat and drew himself up straighter, as though he had suddenly remembered to maintain his composure. “You saved the city from both Shredder and the Kraang, and from what the police tell me you also thwart petty crime on a nightly basis. I apologize for not being able to attend the Key to the City ceremony after the Kraang incident but you have my sincere thanks for everything that you’ve done, and continue to do. Most importantly thank you for taking care of my daughter.” He pulled Emily close to him in a one armed hug. “Let’s get you to the hospital to get that looked at. Not that I don’t trust you,” He said to Don, “But I'd feel better if she got looked at by a professional.”

Donnie stood up, doing his best not to look imposing even though he towered over the mayor. “Of course sir. I agree.” He held out his hand, “It was a pleasure to meet you sir, and your daughter.”

Mayor Danvers took his hand in a firm but not overpowering grip, “Likewise. You and your brothers are welcome in our home any time. And if you ever wish to make your identity public, as long as I’m mayor, I’ll make sure the city has your full support.”

Both Raphael and Donatello stood up straight and bowed at the waist. “Thank you sir.” Raphael said. “We’ll let you get Emily to the hospital, and we’ll always do everything in our power to protect the people of this city.”

“Thank you gentlemen, and please pass my thanks along to your brothers, and whoever it was that raised you to be such fine, upstanding young men.” He began to guide Emily but she resisted for a moment.

She pulled a business card out of her wallet and handed it to Donnie, “If you get a lead on the Foot before I do, let me know."

Donnie watched the mayor lead Emily to a shiny black Bently. She gave him another small half smile before the door closed, hiding her from view. Absentmindly he ran his thumb back and forth across the card in his hand.

"What just happened?” Leo’s voice jolted him from his stupor, there was a hint of disapproval in his voice. When had he gotten so close?

Eyes full of disbelief Donnie looked up at his brothers, “I think she just gave me her number."

Leo crossed his arms, frown deepening, “And since when do we keep in contact with the people we save."

True to form Raph stood toe to toe with Leo, “Since she’s the first one that didn’t freak after seeing us. We helped her, now she’s willing to help us. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” There was the usual challenge in his eyes but there was also something deeper. It didn’t take an idiot to figure out that Emily had made an impression on his brothers, and Leo was many things but an idiot was not one of them. Whatever the reason for this sudden protectiveness he would deal with it later.

“Fine,” He relented, “If you're sure we can trust her. But she doesn’t come to the lair without Dad’s permission.”

There was a nod of agreement from the group and they all headed home. Donnie fell back behind the rest, card still in hand. When they got back to the lair the four filled in Master Splinter on what had transpired. “I failed Master Splinter,” Leo said, the words were becoming all too familiar, “The Foot got away, and now we don't know what they took or what they’re planning.”

“The only true failure,” Master Splinter said, “Is not learning from your mistakes. Both you and Michelangelo will meditate on your actions tonight to understand what you could have done better."

“Both of us Sensei?” Leo asked, making eye contact with Splinter.

“Yes both of you.” He leveled a firm gaze at each of his four sons. “While Leonardo is your leader you are all still responsible for your own actions. It is long past time for the rest of you to take accountability for the mistakes that you make." Splinter turned back towards Leo, “I’m afraid that this is my fault.” Leo opened up his mouth to interrupt but Splinter held up a hand to silence him. “Yes it is my fault. For too long I allowed you to shoulder the responsibility of the team’s successes and failures. That was wrong of me. It led to too much pressure being placed on you than you deserved, and not enough being placed on your brothers. I hope that it is not too late to fix my mistake and that you will be able to share the burden that you share with your brothers and that you can all grow into the wonderful young men you were meant to be. Now go meditate you two, and report to me when you are done. Raphael and Donatello, you are dismissed but do not disturb your brothers.”

Stunned oldest and youngest brother shuffled off to the dojo to do as they were told while the middle siblings went their separate ways. Raph started to head for his weights before changing his mind and followed his nerdy brother into the lab. “So you’re going to call this girl right?”

Donnie didn’t look up from the wall of monitors that he was analyzing. “Once I have info on the break in.”

The muscle-bound turtle gave out a low chuckle, “I meant like tomorrow genius.” That got Donnie’s attention.

“Why on Earth would I call her tomorrow? She gave me her number so we could work on the robbery, not so I could flirt with her.”

“Yeah? Who ever said anything about flirting?” Raph asked, causing Donnie’s cheeks to flush, “You could just check up on her. Make sure she's okay. Pretty traumatizing night for her, and you did a pretty good job calming her down. Not like she has any way of getting a hold of you. So you're going to have to make the first move.”

Donnie leaned back in his chair, processing this information. “Since when did you start making so much sense?”

“Since I saw the way she didn’t let go of your hand until she had to.” He tussled the top of Donnie’s head affectionately, “Don’t stay up all night braniac, you have a phone call to make in the morning.”

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donnie x oc #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt leonardo

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oroku-venus-demilo · 7 years

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Verses

This blog has several verses and AU’s below are the comprehensive guides to each;

TNM [Original Verse]

This is the verse that follows the cannon of "The Next Mutation" Venus's original name was Mei Pei Chi, and she is a Shinobi from Asia. She has Chi abilities and a deep connection with the spiritual realm. She is clever and witty and can easily outsmart and fight all of her brothers. She is somewhat illiterate in English terminology and often messes up common sayings. She was given the name Venus by Mikey and does her best to help her brothers defend the mortal realm from dragons.

2012 (Oroku Verse)

This is described in full details on the muse page and later events in the timeline can be found in the OVDMAU and OVDMASK tags.

2012 Switched Verse

In this Verse Venus is raised by Splinter and is the eldest of the turtle siblings. She wears bottle bottom glasses and tends to constantly readjust them. She often stays in the lair and gives on the go information through a com line and functions as a living Siri. She is about 7’ 6" and she is quite strong. She can match Slash and LeatherHead in strength and when on Missions is a no-nonsense gal. She looks after her brothers and protects them and refuses to let them go solo or without their coms. She is closest to Leo and she is practically a co-leader to the team. She gets cold easily and often wears sweaters and leg warmers if not then boots and gloves. She is a gentle giant and has a pet Flying Fox (Bat) named Paul Robsen. She is well read and tends to write journals about their lives. She wields two hand held double sided axes.

Wheeled Switched Verse

This Verse is an alternative to the switched Verse. On one of her missions she came in between Shredder and Leo and due to her soft shell taking the blow that was meant to kill Leo she was paralyzed from the waist down. She is missing an eye (From the same fight) and has a Monocle with google glasses type technology. She mostly stays in the lair and offers constant tactical, emotional and informative support.

Tribal Verse

In this Verse Venus goes only by Vee, She lives in a cave in the woods and keeps to herself. She knows much about plants and herbal remedies. She is mostly fearless but keeps away from the local Villages humans. She takes care of the forest and it’s animals. She is rather wary of her own kind and keeps to herself. She only knows a few words and her name. She can speak bat and lives in a cave full of them.

NightWatcher Verse

In this verse she has moved out and is trying to make it on her own as the next night watcher. Raph is nor very pleased by this and they have a love hate relationship. Her primary weapons are Cat Claws and Poisons of Many Varieties often used alongside throwing needles. She has a gliding attachment on her suit and will often glide from roof to roof. She lives in an apartment building on the top floor of a rundown building on the wrong side of town.

Human Verse

In this Verse she is a human along with the turtles and Splinter. She wears a large Iron Turtle Shell on her back of her own black smithing. She is very handy with metal working and her weapon is a thick balanced staff with an axe on one side and a large hammer on the other. She is constantly dirty and refuses to wear traditional girls clothes. She dresses as a boy and often sneaks out to patrol on her own where no one can judge or underestimate her.

Child Verse

In this Verse she is an experiment conducted by Saki to make another turtle to weaponize against Splinter. What came out of it was a sweet little girl turtle named Venus. She was quickly rescued from Saki and lives as the turtles little sister. She is a quick learner and a smart girl who wants to be just like her brothers. She is anywhere from 5-10 years younger than the turtles.

Prisoner Verse

In this Verse Venus has been underground in a cell for the last ten years. She was taken when the turtles were all five and was believed to be dead. She is currently in one of Shredders underground cells, she is missing her right eye and left arm. She is skinny, frail, and scar covered from years of torture. She can’t remember her own name after years of psychological tampering. She is awaiting death and believes her family has no intention of rescuing her.

Street Verse

In this Verse Venus was found by A Teenage Hun. She was raised to be a street rat and thief. She is cocky and proud and wears goggles for glasses, she wears a hoodie and pants to help blend into crowds. She also occasionally paints her face and skin to look more human. She has several dragon tattoos and the speed and stealth of a ninja due to a lifetime of pick pocketing.

Experiment Verse

In this Verse Venus was found by Stockman and has spent most of her life sleeping in a test tube. She goes by “Experiment 733” and is Stockmans personal Guinea Pig. She is highly intelligent but never lets on she can speak for fear of punishment or torture. She wears a tracking shock collar to prevent escape and is only let out of her tube for experiments.

Sea Turtle Verse

In this Verse She is not a “sibling” to the turtles but rather the product of an experiment by humans upon finding the first of the mutagen. She escaped the lab after it was raided and lives on the New York coast. She ended up in the city after a freak storm whose currents sent her into hiding in the sewers. She got lost in them and is currently searching for her way out, she is weak and starving. She only understands a few words, Yes, No and Come. She has bad vision and the ability to eco locate both in and out of water.“

Blood Verse

In this Verse she was found by a young Vampire girl. She was turned and raised with the clan of vampires that reside in the local Forest. She often lures in meals for her family. She can turn into a small shelled bat and requires blood every 24 hours or she will starve.

Forest Verse

In this verse she lives in a small cave in the local forest of NYC. She doesn’t know how to speak and has spent her whole life fending for herself and living off the land. She is a savage and will attack if you get to close.

Reflections Verse

In an alternative time line where Mutants are common and the subject of racism like hatred and subjugation in a crime filled world. The Shredder is a wealthy businessman man leading a double life and standard. He is the leading source in Mutant discrimination however he uses mutants to raise his funds through dirty means. He is married to Tang Shen who never died but was never allowed to marry Splinter due to his becoming of a mutant (Planned by Saki of course to win Tang Shen) Splinter lives with the four turtles he calls his sons as he works on a cure and a way to thwart Sakis dirty business deals, working with his sons as protectors of the divided city. Venus was left behind when the turtles mutated because Splinter was chased out of the alley by a mutant hating Mob. Tang Shen quickly hid the infant child and brought her home. Saki agreed to raise her but only if her Shell could be removed and the fact she is a mutant hidden. So Tang agreed reluctantly, Venus’s soft infant shell was removed and she was left with horrendous scarring and a partially exposed spine. She has to wear a special corset like torso guard to heed her back from getting bruised and injured anymore than it already is. If her back is handled to roughly the skin easily tears and splits. So she has to walk very stiff and with a straight back to prevent tearing her back. She is forced to wear gloves, long sleeves, stockings, a wig, hat, and boots to hide her mutant features. She also wears body paints and makeups to hide her pale green skin in public. She has to hide her tail and lives a life shut in a house with her sister whom she can’t play with due to her back and her sick bedridden mother and her cruel father. She hides her tail and does her best to go about a normal life working at a small cafe as a waitress.

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