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route666rp2025-06-23 12:29 am
purplexing) wrote in route666rp2025-06-23 12:29 am
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What Was I Doing Again
Who: Donnie and whoever!
What: Makin' stuff and inadvertent harpy-brain kicking in
When: That precious lull after the shield has been repaired
Where: Convoy; the Turtle Tank
Warnings: N/A
Notes: Will switch to bracket/action if that's your preference!
I. I Work with My Hands
Even with the shields back up, not even a somewhat more peaceful night's sleep promises that sleep will actually be taken advantage of, particularly not from an enterprising teenaged turtle. It only means that he can work on things without worrying about something unwelcome making way past the Convoy's perimeter.
...of course, with his brother sharing sleeping space within the Tank, it does mean he's limited to less noisy tasks in case that space is to be used.
The restless and the general insomniacs might find the harpy-winged turtle settled on top of the Tank, on the hood of the taxi cab that seems to be embedded into it. There are cables and wire coiled up beside him, and a few old sheets. Interestingly enough, it seems he's wrapping some of the cables around the sheets once he's got them loosely rolled, lengthwise. When he gets to the end, he uses a claw to cut the rest of the cable after he's secured it with wire, at which point he might instead be found halfway in the taxi to situate the reinforced blanket noodle, tucking things in here, weaving them together there.
...huh.
II. Crafty
Daytime means that he can be as noisy as he wants to be, and crafting parts from metal is not a quiet task. Once the Convoy's gotten themselves situated again after another day on the road, Donnie's set up shop beside his Tank. Given that the skies are cloudy in the near distance, he wants to try and get some of this scrap metal melted down so it's more suitable for working with.
This is done, not by a physical device, but a mystical one, as Donnie employs his ninpō to create an electric arc furnace. Sure, it's cutting corners but he's hardly going to complain if it'll do the trick. He might end up with a bit of a headache and a mighty need for a nap later but for now he's feeling pretty good despite having to hold the mystical constructs up while he brings out other boxes of parts and things, including one of various weapons he's gathered from previous cyborg engagements. He's always willing to offer anything to someone who might have better need for them.
What: Makin' stuff and inadvertent harpy-brain kicking in
When: That precious lull after the shield has been repaired
Where: Convoy; the Turtle Tank
Warnings: N/A
Notes: Will switch to bracket/action if that's your preference!
I. I Work with My Hands
Even with the shields back up, not even a somewhat more peaceful night's sleep promises that sleep will actually be taken advantage of, particularly not from an enterprising teenaged turtle. It only means that he can work on things without worrying about something unwelcome making way past the Convoy's perimeter.
...of course, with his brother sharing sleeping space within the Tank, it does mean he's limited to less noisy tasks in case that space is to be used.
The restless and the general insomniacs might find the harpy-winged turtle settled on top of the Tank, on the hood of the taxi cab that seems to be embedded into it. There are cables and wire coiled up beside him, and a few old sheets. Interestingly enough, it seems he's wrapping some of the cables around the sheets once he's got them loosely rolled, lengthwise. When he gets to the end, he uses a claw to cut the rest of the cable after he's secured it with wire, at which point he might instead be found halfway in the taxi to situate the reinforced blanket noodle, tucking things in here, weaving them together there.
...huh.
II. Crafty
Daytime means that he can be as noisy as he wants to be, and crafting parts from metal is not a quiet task. Once the Convoy's gotten themselves situated again after another day on the road, Donnie's set up shop beside his Tank. Given that the skies are cloudy in the near distance, he wants to try and get some of this scrap metal melted down so it's more suitable for working with.
This is done, not by a physical device, but a mystical one, as Donnie employs his ninpō to create an electric arc furnace. Sure, it's cutting corners but he's hardly going to complain if it'll do the trick. He might end up with a bit of a headache and a mighty need for a nap later but for now he's feeling pretty good despite having to hold the mystical constructs up while he brings out other boxes of parts and things, including one of various weapons he's gathered from previous cyborg engagements. He's always willing to offer anything to someone who might have better need for them.
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"Might be an open air thing, huh? It... I don't know how to explain it. It's harder to relax when I'm on the ground unless I'm doing something. Being up higher helps."
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It’s kind of weird to think about that being a problem, since they grew up underground. Really, the first time Leo saw the sky here, it felt too big, without skyscrapers or trees or anything to break it up.
But the changes that are happening to them are affecting more than how they look. It’s not that much of a surprise that Donnie likes heights now. He always liked flying even before.
“You can leave the hatch open, too. I don’t mind.”
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But ever since his wings had grown out and he'd learned to use them, the feeling he gets when he's flying up high is indescribable, far better than the adrenaline rush he'd get zipping between buildings back home.
He lifts his head a bit, a faint but appreciative smile touching his face at that. It's not like it's something he figured he needed permission for, but it's nice knowing Leo understands.
"Okay."
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But Leo’s only goal is to make his brothers happy, unless he’s the one who wants to annoy them. And if it makes Donnie happy to leave the hatch open, then they’ll leave the hatch open.
“I’m still good sleeping on the ground, though,” he adds, stretching back even though he doesn’t really have a back for stretching. “So don’t go dragging my mattress to your roost.”
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He coughs a laugh as he straightens, seeming to finally relax. "I don't think it'd fit anyway," he says. "...but it's not as cramped as it looks up there, if you want some scenery."
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Leo trails off, thinking again of the time he was tied to it.
“Yeah… maybe I’ll check it out some time…”
Maybe.
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"Anyway, I should probably get back to melting things down," he says as he collects the things he'd dug out for makeshift molds to fill. Maybe he should've grabbed a steel sink from the hospital. The basin would've at least been useful... Ah, hindsight something something.
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Leo sits awkwardly for another second, then gets up too. "Okay. Uh... take care of Mikey's lasagna recipe."
He nods at the paper. He doesn't want it to get blown away.
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It's okay; Leo still has the picture, after all. When he feels down he can look at that instead. Besides, Donnie looks so happy with it. Leo wouldn't take it from him now.
"Good luck with the roost," Leo says over his shoulder as he starts walking toward the convoy. "And try not to skip dinner today."
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"I'll try," Donnie says, and at least he intends to mean it this time. But he anticipates that by the end of all this melting metals down, he'll need the sustenance.