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ginsu_master"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII--"
Leonardo does not make a habit of cursing.
Shouting expletives when someone has left a bucket of pudding above your door that proceeds to fall on your head just leads down the path to more shouting expletives (and worse than pudding).
"--IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"
But, he thinks he can make an exception here.
Right, still falling.
Still falling.
Well.
This is not at all what he expected the inside of the Lost and Found box would be like. Honestly, he had not really thought what the inside of the box would look like. He didn't lose things often, and therefore, had not thought about the existence of the box beyond a few jokes from his brothers. Really, he should learn to stop doing that. As soon as he gets home, he should make a list of things he should think about the inside of, how to escape the inside of, and how not to fall into/be trapped in the inside of that he would not normally ever think about the inside of.
...well, that was a good diversion.
Still falling.
The inside of the Lost and Found box is... well, there isn't really an "inside", as far as Leo can figure out. It is just a big, black void.
Well, that isn't true. It is a big, black void, but there are things floating in the void. Sometimes falling with him for a period of time, sometimes he rushes straight past them and only has a vague impression of a red police box or a saucer shaped craft. He swore he saw a giant, green vine growing out of the void at one point.
Swords and guns like to fall with him for the longest time, he has observed. It was hard not to reach out and touch a shining long sword that gave off an aura of purity, but he held himself at bay. Who knows what destiny he would find himself chained to, if he did that. Don would be sad to have miss the giant mechbot (it waved good by when Leo finally sped past).
The cat was the strangest thing. It was a fat tabby with mismatched eyes. It would appear and disappear, sometimes sleeping peacefully on a falling chair, other times leaping from one side of the void to the other, glaring at Leo the entire time. At one point, it sat on a falling dressing table, glaring at him for what he was sure for hours. Then, it jumped into the void and he had not seen it since.
The giant purple glowing mushrooms were not something he wished to experience again. Leo rubs at his arms and still thinks there might be some of the glowing fungus might be still on him.
Ug. Things he has discovered: astral katanas can cut giant, purple glowing mushrooms just as well as real ones. Good thing to add to the list of "important facts to remember when inside of things you do not normally plan to be inside of". That would be #182.
He hates mad hatters.
He is friends with Miyamoto Usagi, so he knows he only hates that particular rabbit.
Really, though, he hates mad hatters.
Leo is not entirely sure how long he has been falling, but it has been a Long Period Of Time.
He has added a few new things to his "important facts to remember when inside of things you do not normally plan to be inside of" list.
#196: Don't pet the cat, no matter how much it bothers you to pet it.
#208: Do not talk to the potato.
#217: Robots are people, too. Always be polite.
#218: Except when they have rocket launchers.
#219: Or nuclear warheads.
#231: If it has a giant sign on it that says "drink me", DON'T DRINK IT. No matter how much the teapot might yell at you.
#263: Talking teapots are bastards.
#265: Talking furniture are also bastards.
#266: So are beachballs that won't stop smacking him.
#289: Do not answer riddles form purple ocelots. They are not just making conversation.
#291: Orange ocelots are just as frustrating as purple ones.
#301: It's always poison, never tea.
One moment, he was in the void, as he had been for... he doesn't know for how long, to be honest.
Suddenly, there was a grey, washed out sky and he was falling with a sense of gravity.
"CRA--"
And Leonardo crash lands, face first into hard (actual real ) dirt.
The beachball bounces off the top of his head and lands next to him.
Leonardo does not make a habit of cursing.
Shouting expletives when someone has left a bucket of pudding above your door that proceeds to fall on your head just leads down the path to more shouting expletives (and worse than pudding).
"--IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"
But, he thinks he can make an exception here.
Right, still falling.
Still falling.
Well.
This is not at all what he expected the inside of the Lost and Found box would be like. Honestly, he had not really thought what the inside of the box would look like. He didn't lose things often, and therefore, had not thought about the existence of the box beyond a few jokes from his brothers. Really, he should learn to stop doing that. As soon as he gets home, he should make a list of things he should think about the inside of, how to escape the inside of, and how not to fall into/be trapped in the inside of that he would not normally ever think about the inside of.
...well, that was a good diversion.
Still falling.
The inside of the Lost and Found box is... well, there isn't really an "inside", as far as Leo can figure out. It is just a big, black void.
Well, that isn't true. It is a big, black void, but there are things floating in the void. Sometimes falling with him for a period of time, sometimes he rushes straight past them and only has a vague impression of a red police box or a saucer shaped craft. He swore he saw a giant, green vine growing out of the void at one point.
Swords and guns like to fall with him for the longest time, he has observed. It was hard not to reach out and touch a shining long sword that gave off an aura of purity, but he held himself at bay. Who knows what destiny he would find himself chained to, if he did that. Don would be sad to have miss the giant mechbot (it waved good by when Leo finally sped past).
The cat was the strangest thing. It was a fat tabby with mismatched eyes. It would appear and disappear, sometimes sleeping peacefully on a falling chair, other times leaping from one side of the void to the other, glaring at Leo the entire time. At one point, it sat on a falling dressing table, glaring at him for what he was sure for hours. Then, it jumped into the void and he had not seen it since.
The giant purple glowing mushrooms were not something he wished to experience again. Leo rubs at his arms and still thinks there might be some of the glowing fungus might be still on him.
Ug. Things he has discovered: astral katanas can cut giant, purple glowing mushrooms just as well as real ones. Good thing to add to the list of "important facts to remember when inside of things you do not normally plan to be inside of". That would be #182.
He hates mad hatters.
He is friends with Miyamoto Usagi, so he knows he only hates that particular rabbit.
Really, though, he hates mad hatters.
Leo is not entirely sure how long he has been falling, but it has been a Long Period Of Time.
He has added a few new things to his "important facts to remember when inside of things you do not normally plan to be inside of" list.
#196: Don't pet the cat, no matter how much it bothers you to pet it.
#208: Do not talk to the potato.
#217: Robots are people, too. Always be polite.
#218: Except when they have rocket launchers.
#219: Or nuclear warheads.
#231: If it has a giant sign on it that says "drink me", DON'T DRINK IT. No matter how much the teapot might yell at you.
#263: Talking teapots are bastards.
#265: Talking furniture are also bastards.
#266: So are beachballs that won't stop smacking him.
#289: Do not answer riddles form purple ocelots. They are not just making conversation.
#291: Orange ocelots are just as frustrating as purple ones.
#301: It's always poison, never tea.
One moment, he was in the void, as he had been for... he doesn't know for how long, to be honest.
Suddenly, there was a grey, washed out sky and he was falling with a sense of gravity.
"CRA--"
And Leonardo crash lands, face first into hard (actual real ) dirt.
The beachball bounces off the top of his head and lands next to him.
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on 2012-03-19 04:51 pm (UTC)"...i just... wanted some cinnabon... was that too much to ask?" He coughs weakly.
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on 2012-03-19 04:57 pm (UTC)The beachball rolls next to both of them and knocks against Leo's shell.
"Mike, can you-- can you move at all?"
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on 2012-03-19 04:59 pm (UTC)...
for a couple of years first?"
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on 2012-03-19 05:07 pm (UTC)"Right."
Leo forces himself to stand, slowly. "You need to help me a little here--" He starts to tug Mike up to lean on his shoulder, but changes his plan.
He can barely feel any weight as he lifts Mike up into his arms.
He also has no idea where to go now.
"So, you, me, and a cinnabon after this," he stalls and tries not to focus on the real worry he has for Mikey right now. "Don's treat. He owes me for that memory I got him last month."
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on 2012-03-19 05:12 pm (UTC)Worse, even.
"leo? i don't want to alarm you, but...we're being followed by a beach ball."
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on 2012-03-19 05:23 pm (UTC)What the hell is he supposed to do? There is no hint of where he is supposed to go from here for an exit. He needs to get Mike back to his body right now and--
Deep breath.
Right.
He followed Mike's spiritual trail into the Lost and Found box and...this place. Then, he can follow it--
He looks down at Mike and can see through his brother to his hands under his body.
-- he can follow his own trail back the way he came.
Taking another deep breath, he tries again. ...there. The faint smell of lilac and Splinter's favorite green tea.
Careful of his burden and moving as quickly as his body will let him, Leo sets off. And the beachball followed.