Some When in the Infirmary

[ginsu_master]

[...coming directly from here.]


Leo doesn't rush down the back corridor, but he does move quicker than his normal, sedate walk.


He pauses at the door and knocks on the door frame before entering. "Master? ...Mikey?"

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[realmrsreynolds]

"Is that why Leo's here as well -- besides wantin' to just be here, I know, I know."

Can Leo even -- Splinter said that Mike wasn't supposed to be able to do this, so Sallie doesn't know if Leo's capable.

[ginsu_master]

"I am a novice compared to my master," he offers.

Without teasing his father more about this sudden discovery of Mrs. Sallie Reynolds, Leo folds himself into lotus position on the floor. He unhooks his own swords from his back and places them next to his father's feet. Ever so carefully, he picks up the Vorpal Sword and closes his eyes.

He sits like that for a long moment before having a full body twitch. "...sorry." He sets the sword down in his lap and flexes his fingers. "It is not a pleasant blade."

This time, he only touches the upper part of the blade (the bit he assumed did the cutting) with the barest touch on one hand and closes his eyes again.

He tips his head toward Splinter. "I feel him. It is a very light touch, but him." It smells like pot, to be honest.

...no one else needs to know that.

[mnr_splinter]

Splinter nods.

"It was stronger before, but only just. I fear we are running out of time."

He pinches the bridge of his snout, but the action fails to elicit the focusing effect he was looking for.

[ginsu_master]

With his eyes still closed, Leo turns his head this way and that, as if looking around the room.

"It is very strange. It is almost... like a trail of Mike."

Deep breath, in and out.

"I am going to follow it."

[realmrsreynolds]

Meanwhile, Sallie is going to take a seat, and try to be as quiet as humanly possible.

Because the last thing she's going to do is break anyone's concentration.

(Even if she doesn't get it.)

[mnr_splinter]

As Sallie sits, Splinter rises. Like Sallie though, he makes as little noise as possible as he slips off his chair and makes to follow Leonardo wherever he may go.

[ginsu_master]

One more deep breath in--

Leo unfolds himself from the floor and looks down curiously at his human body. "Even stranger than looking in a mirror," he mutters to himself.

He looks down at his three fingered hand and smiles. His astral projection has always been himself as a turtle. He had not thought it would change, but sometimes, he does surprise himself.

Everything has a more dull, blue tinge to it. Sallie gives off a certain sparkle of golden light, and his Master is bright and true to color, even in a different plane. He nods to Splinter and walks out into the hallway.

The... feeling of Mike is faint but there. It's in the hallway and the floor, and trails itself in wonky loops and loop-de-loops up the stairs, down the stairs, under the stairs, over the tables, under the tables, and behind the bar. People, characters, and even some objects give off different levels of color (he keeps a wide berth around anyone brightly lit; no need to attract too much attention).

Bar herself is a rainbow of color, and it's more of an impression of maybe what a bar would look like rather than the wood and brass he sees every day. Leo touches the surface, careful and polite, and smiles at the feeling of both his brother, Magellan, and Bar herself.

The feeling is growing stronger here but not quite...

"Mike isn't here," his voice echos strangely in the between. "But I feel him more strongly-- woah!"

Leo started to walk around behind the bar, and he is suddenly yanked off his feet. He makes a grab for Bar, holding tight to one of her fixtures.

"Something is pulling me!"

[mnr_splinter]

Splinter follows the projected Leo from the infirmary and into the main bar. He was doing so well maintaining his distance, so as to not interfere with his son's search, but when he senses his distress he lunges forward in an effort to help.

"Leonardo!"

[ginsu_master]

"Wait! Wait, I can sense Mike more strongly here!"

Leo loosens his grip slightly and lets himself be pulled a little further, trying to pinpoint where--

"It's the lost and found box, Master! That's what is reaching for me, and I think--" He tries to tighten his grip again but can't quite make it. He's losing against the pull of the box.

But the sense of Mike is much, much stronger now. The smoke smell is strong, like when he would walk into his little brother's room without knocking when they were still teenagers.

"--I think that's where Mikey has gone." He looks up at Splinter. "I'm going after him!"

And lets go.

He spirals and twirls like smoke before being sucked down into the lost and found box and.

Poof! Gone!