Some When in the Infirmary
Mar. 7th, 2012 04:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[...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?"
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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on 2012-03-08 10:55 pm (UTC)"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.
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on 2012-03-09 08:13 pm (UTC)"It is very strange. It is almost... like a trail of Mike."
Deep breath, in and out.
"I am going to follow it."
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on 2012-03-09 08:36 pm (UTC)Because the last thing she's going to do is break anyone's concentration.
(Even if she doesn't get it.)
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on 2012-03-09 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2012-03-14 05:13 pm (UTC)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!"
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on 2012-03-14 05:33 pm (UTC)"Leonardo!"
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on 2012-03-14 05:43 pm (UTC)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!