[Thugs are a little different from people probably getting paid barely above minimum to guard a recycling facility of all places. Leo would rather not have to hurt some nobody. Criminals are a different story.
He may be fine with steal- recycling, but he's not going to do something immoral like seriously injure someone for some computer parts.]
Don't worry, we'll get in and out without trouble. Just work on that core strength, Accy, and think about how you move your body a little more.
And I guess that means we're done for today! Which is great because I'm starving.
Agreed, things shouldn't be too difficult. Aside from watching for guards, I'd say the only other thing we'd have to account for is transporting whatever we manage to gather.
Too bad we don't have the tank, but I guess around here subtlety would probably be in our best interests.
[He leans on Accelerator's crutch, nodding as Leo calls the session.]
[Woo, core strength. Just what he wanted to work on, instead of doing something more interesting like taking a nap. Which is what he could use right now, honestly. That or -]
I need a coffee. [All this exercise has caused his caffeine levels to take a dive, and they still have to leave here and head back to the less industrial-y part of the city. It's tempting to use his choker for that instead of doing all the walking....
Ow. [More out of reflex than it actually hurting. Leo still gets something of a look though, because it's just called for. Of course he can still look smug about having built a tank.]
Yeah I did and it is amazing. [Humility, thy name is not Donatello.]
...I know, right? It just feels more complicated to do so around here. I blame the whole government and guild thing.
[He has so many questions. How do some mutant turtles and their dad acquire all the parts for a tank? Especially when they were living in the sewers! Seriously! He'd assume this is a joke but neither of them seem like they're joking.]
I doubt the guilds would let you keep it even if it fell through a Confluence portal.
[Never mind the fact that things can pop up through portals- although he may have kind of already heard about that because some weird guy in armor apparently has an entire ship but anyway-]
-yeah, I know. It's on my list.
[Of course he'd already have a list (it's hard not to compile things when you keep getting hit over the head with 'oh right, we don't have that here'), although to be fair he'd had the thought for a new ride on there early on.]
[They can't honestly think either of the guilds would just be cool with two teenage disasters having a tank with god-knows-what kinds of armaments racing around the country..........
He doesn't say that part out loud, though. It would probably cause more outrage.
He also isn't sure if them acquiring a car here is all that much better.]
[God, they're older than him. He didn't expect that.
He sighs and looks at the pictures Donnie is pulling up, raising an eyebrow and realizing just how hard they are leaning into the whole turtle style thing.]
That's a lot of fucking effort put into the aesthetic. [Which is very commendable!! In fact -]
I know, it's not exactly subtle, but why travel in anything less?
Oh! I know I have a few...
[Donnie starts flicking through photos until he comes up with shots of the Shellhogs. Which may or may not have Leo and/or Mikey posing in some of them.]
Accelerator is silent for several moments, glancing up at Leo, then back down at the photos. He wouldn't know anything about sex appeal and he's pretty sure saying that out loud is only going to introduce an opportunity for more sass that he would be absolutely terrible at handling, so he tries to skirt around that subject.
Even with the pictures. At least he knows what brother #3 looks like?]
They look like something out of a movie.
[Like Akira or some shit.
He also points at one of the photos with Mikey.]
Which brother is this?
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[Leo is unfazed by Accelerator not saying anything to that. He just leans in to look at what picture he's pointing at, even though he has a feeling he already knows.]
That's Mikey. He's our little brother.
[Leo misses him so much but he can't dwell on it right now.]
If he shows up here you better tell me this time, Accy.
[He mostly means it as a joke, but... okay maybe he's still a little mad about it.]
Technically the base vehicle for the tank did come from a movie...
[But he is totally taking that as a compliment, 'Rator.
Donnie's expression softens a little as he looks at the picture, a sharp contrast to his usual expressions. He knows he misses Mikey and Raph so he can't imagine how much more Leo does.
He does cast a mildly dry look at the esper with the implication of Leo's comment. It's not something Donnie cares to revisit himself, but the way he arches his brow at Accelerator suggests they'd both like to be in the know if any other turtles surface around this place.
But at least Accelerator had apologized on that rooftop, so he doesn't let the esper stew too long. He holds out the guy's crutch.]
Anyway, if we're packing up, I guess I'd better give this back. Sorry, you'll have to work with it a little longer. I know you're getting attached to that one but I'm not sure how long it'll last for you.
[Right, name acquired. But at what cost, because that friendly reminder from Leo is causing a fresh wave of guilt to wash over him. He has apologized to Donnie, albeit poorly, but he has yet to do so with turtle #2 (#1 technically).
A kind person would say something right now, but Accelerator just feels awkward and a quickly increasing need to get out of this social situation and put himself in an environment that suits him better. AKA, go be alone.
His expression remains impassive the entire time.]
[And because there's a strange sort of comfort in it, he reaches up to hit the switch on his choker so he has his powers back.
Except he's still holding the crutch Donnie made.
There's a BANG!, like a gunshot going off, and a small explosion of sparkly light where the crutch once was. There's a shockwave too, a smallish one since his reflection isn't reflecting a whole lot. All of that is bouncing right off Accelerator harmlessly - he only looks down because of the noise, and the fact that this reflection is feeling entirely abnormal compared to normal instances.]
[Leo isn't actually expecting an apology, so the lack of one doesn't faze him. He just shrugs in a sort of "you do you" way.
And then Accelerator switches on his choker.
At first Leo doesn't know what's happened, or even that the two events are related. All he registers is a sound like a gunshot, and his immediate instinct is to protect Donnie, but in that moment the only thing he can do to accomplish that is throw an arm in front of him (like that would stop a bullet).
And then he realizes that there's purple light debris and the crutch has disappeared, and as his brain catches up with the situation he lowers his arm again.]
Uh... whoa?
[He's seen Donnie's mystic tech get destroyed before (though not often), but the flashy method has him a little stunned.]
Donnie flinches back at the sudden reaction, mostly at the suddenly unexpected release of whatever concentration he was putting into maintaining that mystic-tech crutch. He shakes his head, looking past Leo at the remnants of his ninpō.]
What the...
[Immediately he's pulling his goggles down as he looks at Accelerator, piecing things together even if he's still not exactly sure what all had just happened.]
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Knocking them out is a lot more reasonable.]
Alright. Should be simple enough.
[Between the three of them there's no way they'll have trouble knocking a guard or two out, if it comes to it.]
That's my only question. If you two think we've got our shit covered then we should be okay.
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He may be fine with steal- recycling, but he's not going to do something immoral like seriously injure someone for some computer parts.]
Don't worry, we'll get in and out without trouble. Just work on that core strength, Accy, and think about how you move your body a little more.
And I guess that means we're done for today! Which is great because I'm starving.
[Definitely need an after training nosh.]
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Too bad we don't have the tank, but I guess around here subtlety would probably be in our best interests.
[He leans on Accelerator's crutch, nodding as Leo calls the session.]
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I need a coffee. [All this exercise has caused his caffeine levels to take a dive, and they still have to leave here and head back to the less industrial-y part of the city. It's tempting to use his choker for that instead of doing all the walking....
Hold on hold up.]
Wait, 'tank'? You guys have a fucking tank?
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Back home we do! [He gives Donnie a big SMACK against his battleshell.] This guy here designed and built it himself.
[He may be proud of Donnie's accomplishments, but he still has to be a little violent about it.]
Man, starting from scratch has seriously been a real drag. Even when we had to move we still had some stuff...
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Yeah I did and it is amazing. [Humility, thy name is not Donatello.]
...I know, right? It just feels more complicated to do so around here. I blame the whole government and guild thing.
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[He has so many questions. How do some mutant turtles and their dad acquire all the parts for a tank? Especially when they were living in the sewers! Seriously! He'd assume this is a joke but neither of them seem like they're joking.]
I doubt the guilds would let you keep it even if it fell through a Confluence portal.
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Leo makes a face at that.]
Seriously? They’d just steal our tank? I thought this was America!
[Rude! So rude!]
Maybe we should look into getting a new car…
[And no, he does not mean legally acquiring one. At least he and Donnie would only take an abandoned clunker!
Though he won’t push for that now. He knows Donnie likes keeping busy but Leo doesn’t want to overload him. It’s only been a few weeks.]
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WHAT?! If they touch my baby, it's war!
[Never mind the fact that things can pop up through portals- although he may have kind of already heard about that because some weird guy in armor apparently has an entire ship but anyway-]
-yeah, I know. It's on my list.
[Of course he'd already have a list (it's hard not to compile things when you keep getting hit over the head with 'oh right, we don't have that here'), although to be fair he'd had the thought for a new ride on there early on.]
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He doesn't say that part out loud, though. It would probably cause more outrage.
He also isn't sure if them acquiring a car here is all that much better.]
I'm amazed you two can even drive.
[Assuming they can.
(Shit, they probably can't.)]
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At that observation, Leo huffs, folding his arms.]
We can drive just fine. Especially me - you ought to see me when I’m on a Shellhog, I leave everyone in the dust!
[They aren’t licensed, but they also don’t have birth certificates so who cares. Official documentation? Never heard of her.]
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[No license, in a tank or on ridiculous motorcycles and in the streets of New York. Clearly they're experts by now.]
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Firstly, I don't know what that is. [Shellhog? At least they're sticking to their aesthetic with that name.] Second... how old are you two now?
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[Leo waves a hand dismissively.] We’re sixteen.
[Two whole years of driving experience!]
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Donnie's poking at his phone, pulling up pictures as he steps over by Accelerator.]
Here, why are we even just talking about it- look, is this not amazing? And here would be where the motorcycles would launch...
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He sighs and looks at the pictures Donnie is pulling up, raising an eyebrow and realizing just how hard they are leaning into the whole turtle style thing.]
That's a lot of fucking effort put into the aesthetic. [Which is very commendable!! In fact -]
... Do you have any pictures of the motorcycles?
[Yeah okay he's curious.]
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Hey, aesthetics are important. I wouldn’t be caught dead in something that didn’t look as hot as me.
[Luckily for them all the tank is very cool.]
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Oh! I know I have a few...
[Donnie starts flicking through photos until he comes up with shots of the Shellhogs. Which may or may not have Leo and/or Mikey posing in some of them.]
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Accelerator is silent for several moments, glancing up at Leo, then back down at the photos. He wouldn't know anything about sex appeal and he's pretty sure saying that out loud is only going to introduce an opportunity for more sass that he would be absolutely terrible at handling, so he tries to skirt around that subject.
Even with the pictures. At least he knows what brother #3 looks like?]
They look like something out of a movie.
[Like Akira or some shit.
He also points at one of the photos with Mikey.]
Which brother is this?
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That's Mikey. He's our little brother.
[Leo misses him so much but he can't dwell on it right now.]
If he shows up here you better tell me this time, Accy.
[He mostly means it as a joke, but... okay maybe he's still a little mad about it.]
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[But he is totally taking that as a compliment, 'Rator.
Donnie's expression softens a little as he looks at the picture, a sharp contrast to his usual expressions. He knows he misses Mikey and Raph so he can't imagine how much more Leo does.
He does cast a mildly dry look at the esper with the implication of Leo's comment. It's not something Donnie cares to revisit himself, but the way he arches his brow at Accelerator suggests they'd both like to be in the know if any other turtles surface around this place.
But at least Accelerator had apologized on that rooftop, so he doesn't let the esper stew too long. He holds out the guy's crutch.]
Anyway, if we're packing up, I guess I'd better give this back. Sorry, you'll have to work with it a little longer. I know you're getting attached to that one but I'm not sure how long it'll last for you.
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A kind person would say something right now, but Accelerator just feels awkward and a quickly increasing need to get out of this social situation and put himself in an environment that suits him better. AKA, go be alone.
His expression remains impassive the entire time.]
... I'm going to walk back normally.
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Except he's still holding the crutch Donnie made.
There's a BANG!, like a gunshot going off, and a small explosion of sparkly light where the crutch once was. There's a shockwave too, a smallish one since his reflection isn't reflecting a whole lot. All of that is bouncing right off Accelerator harmlessly - he only looks down because of the noise, and the fact that this reflection is feeling entirely abnormal compared to normal instances.]
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And then Accelerator switches on his choker.
At first Leo doesn't know what's happened, or even that the two events are related. All he registers is a sound like a gunshot, and his immediate instinct is to protect Donnie, but in that moment the only thing he can do to accomplish that is throw an arm in front of him (like that would stop a bullet).
And then he realizes that there's purple light debris and the crutch has disappeared, and as his brain catches up with the situation he lowers his arm again.]
Uh... whoa?
[He's seen Donnie's mystic tech get destroyed before (though not often), but the flashy method has him a little stunned.]
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Donnie flinches back at the sudden reaction, mostly at the suddenly unexpected release of whatever concentration he was putting into maintaining that mystic-tech crutch. He shakes his head, looking past Leo at the remnants of his ninpō.]
What the...
[Immediately he's pulling his goggles down as he looks at Accelerator, piecing things together even if he's still not exactly sure what all had just happened.]
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