mnr_splinter: (Angry)
[personal profile] mnr_splinter
It still counts as cooler heads prevailing if the heads in question haven't so much cooled as gone from a rolling boil to a serious simmer, right?

It had been hours since Michaelangelo Sven had been found and returned, and at least an hour more since he'd regained consciousness. In that time Splinter had watched as his family attempted to process the situation that lay before them.

Melaka kept mostly to herself, and if pressed into conversation responded with as few words as possible, and a smile that was tight as a drum.

Donatello and Leonardo kept quiet watch over their youngest brother, the swine herd, while also making polite conversation when requested to do so.

Sven, who had finally calmed enough to accept some honeyed tea to help soothe his sore throat, kept to the back corner of the room. The one with the clearest pathway to the exit. Though it was clear from his expression that he knew escape was not an possibility. Especially not with the Lioness seated just outside the front door. The sounds of a whetstone upon steel ring through the windows.

Through it all, and even in spite of the circumstances, both Abigail and her brother Thomas maintained the highest level of hospitality, for which Splinter was eternally grateful.

Raphael and Agent K had exited the tavern to have words outside, but had not as of yet returned. Splinter guessed that the two had a mission of their own that would be occupying the bulk of their time, and that the two men would not be returning to Milliways.

It was really the only feasible option left in their arsenal. It had been decided early on, albeit grudgingly, that a swift smack upside the head would most likely not banish this Sven from their sights. No matter how satisfying may have been. Familiar faces and tales of the past provided no jog to Michaelangelo's memory, and Splinter had even attempted to access his son's mind via the astral plane to no avail.

No, Milliways was where they needed to be. If for no other reason than to finally grant Abigail and Thomas some respite from the insanity that the family had brought into not only their lives, but their very home. The hope was that Bar would have some insight to share. At this point Splinter was willing to drop his youngest headfirst into the Lost and Found box.

And so with a sigh of frustration mixed with exhaustion, Splinter rose to his feet, retrieved the chalk from his pocket, and drew a door back to Milliways on the wall of the Designated Tortoise.

Date: 2012-02-10 05:52 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (stubborn)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel stands when Splinter starts drawing the door, her hand slipping to the well worn corners of her Security Badge.

She's been waiting, patiently (ish), for Mike to remember who he was, with every beat of her heart hurting a little bit more as Sven persists, her mouth setting a little harder each time she refused to wonder if the damage could ever be undone.

Since Raph and K left, her knuckles have been white.

So seeing the door drawn is nothing short of a release - an excuse to get out of here.

She stands, and then she heads back home.

Date: 2012-02-14 03:18 am (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Bed head)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Sven couldn't believe his eyes. A door drawn on the wall that became real! Surely only the gods would have such magicks.

The gods...or demons.
He swallowed hard and was just about to attempt yet another escape when the Shang and the turtle demon took him by the arms and frog marched him towards the door.

Panic stricken, he turned back to implore Miss Abigail to save him, but he could find no voice.

And then...just as he is carried over the threshold, all goes black.

The world is all motion before the sound begins to bleed through. His head is throbbing and it feels almost as if he's...he's being carried.

Date: 2012-02-14 02:01 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (awkward)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel stands in her apartment, facing the far wall with her arms crossed, for the time it takes them to bring Mike-who-isn't-Mike into the bar. She stares at the knives someone left lying on the bookshelf, and she tries to remember if they're hers or Mike's. It doesn't come, and for some reason that angers her even further.

Something about the struggle makes her look over her shoulder, to see that now he's passed out.

Date: 2012-02-21 05:59 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (clean up)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mike is still unconscious, so Mel does what you do when there's an unconscious person in the equation. She checks he's comfortable and rests her hand on his forehead for a temperature - though why he'd have one is beyond her. Then she strolls into the kitchen, and makes him a cup of tea the way he does it - weak and milky.

She puts the mug on the floor next to the love sack and retires to the wall, where she sits on the floor and waits for him to wake up.

She gets time to think, at least.

Date: 2012-02-21 07:44 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (twitch)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel just sits, back to the wall, legs crossed, elbows on knees, face sunk into fingers.

She watches Mike stir, and her first instinct is to look right away from him. She doesn't much want to look at him.

But she forces herself to keep that gaze on his face, to see who it is that wakes up. It's hardly a steady gaze, though. The corners of both eyes twitch.

Date: 2012-02-21 07:58 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Bed head)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
He winces, and grunts, and then his hands come to his face and he winces and grunts some more. Rubbing his eyes doesn't seem to make the uncomfortable headache he's experiencing go away, which is never a good sign.

"......ow."

At once he stops moving. It's almost as if he doesn't know where he is, because...well, he doesn't.
He peeks through his fingers, and relaxes. Just his living room. No need to panic.

...

Wait, why is Master Splinter looking at him like that? One hand leaves his face and and moves towards his thigh. Yup. Wearing pants.

Date: 2012-02-21 09:16 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (you don't say)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"Welcome home."

That was the reaction of a person waking up in his own apartment. Not that of Sven the Llamaherd waking up and deciding to skitz out about things. Mel is relieved to have Mike back.

But...

...yeah, that's about it.

Date: 2012-02-21 09:22 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Confused)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
He jumps ever so slightly at the sound of her voice, and then instantly regrets having done so.

"Ow," he repeats. "Also hi. And ow. And...wait..did I go somewhere?"

Date: 2012-02-21 09:41 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (unimpressed)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel shrugs. "Dunno where you went, but we had to put up with a Sven for a while.

"What'd you remember?"

Date: 2012-02-21 09:50 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Yeeeeaaaah.)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Mike's face screws up in thought, and there's a good fifteen count before he answers.

"I remember feeling Raph storm into the bar, and talking with Alanna. Who's Sven?"

Date: 2012-02-21 09:51 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (explaining)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel just outright ignores the question.

"Not playing 'hide the brain function' with your sister in law?"

Date: 2012-02-21 10:02 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Hardswallow)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
"Wait, what? Why the hell would you ask me





...
oh.

oh no."
Someone just remembered something.

Date: 2012-02-21 10:07 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (twitch)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel's eyebrow asks him just that - if he's remembering something that he'd like to share with the whole class?

Date: 2012-02-21 10:11 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Cringe)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
He's slowly starting to put together his own personal timeline. The conversation with Alanna. The impending breakup of Abigail and Raph.

That's what Mel must mean by sister-in-law.

"Bar...Bar offered me one of the MIB things...you know, in case. But...that's it. There's nothing....else."

Well crap.

Date: 2012-02-21 10:13 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (explaining)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Oh good. So Bar was in on it, too. That's juuuust great.

"Yeah, well that'd be why," Mel says. She uncrosses her legs, stretching them out in front of her.

"Go see Guppy tomorrow if you've still got the headache."

Date: 2012-02-21 10:18 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Caught)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Mike looks from Mel back to Splinter.
Splinter who hasn't said anything this whole time.
Splinter whose ears are flat against his head.

Splinter who then turns his attention to Mel, bows his head slightly, and then wishes his Daughter a good evening before leaving the room towards the bar.

The room is so quiet Mike is afraid to disturb it even by swallowing hard.

"what did i do?"

Date: 2012-02-21 10:24 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (bitter)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Flatly, "You used it on Abigail. 'Nuff times that she got sick of it and sent you on your way.

"Now, best as I can see, jesu-knows how many people having their brainmeats royally fucked without their say-so."

Date: 2012-02-21 10:25 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Disbelief bad)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
"is she...is she okay?"

Date: 2012-02-21 10:27 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (bitter)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"What'd you think?"

If Mel were a better person, she'd have stopped to make really sure. But she was too desperate to get out of there.

Date: 2012-02-21 10:33 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Cringe)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
"Well I'm here breathing."

Which means that Abigail isn't hurt physically, because Raph would have killed him. But she's not 100% well, because both Mel and Splinter are pissed.

Date: 2012-02-21 10:37 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (unimpressed)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"Not sure why."

Which implies that Mel didn't just shoot through someone else's universe like a rocket powered torpedo to bring him back to her.

But for the life of her, she couldn't justify that as she stands here.

And she's sure Raph will have plenty to work out in his own time.

Date: 2012-02-22 01:54 am (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Scared)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Mike...has no words.
In addition to having no words, he now has no color in his face.

Date: 2012-02-22 03:14 am (UTC)
slayer_fray: (unimpressed)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Now Mel actually stands, breaking off from looking at his face to glance towards the door to Magellan's room, and the monkey-demon snoring loudly on top of the door frame.

"So I'm going home," she says.

Date: 2012-02-22 03:17 am (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Waitaminute)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
His stomach drops.

"How...how long?"

Date: 2012-02-22 03:18 am (UTC)
slayer_fray: (moody)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray













"I don't know."

Date: 2012-02-22 03:29 am (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Sad pout)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Oh.
It's like that.




"okay."

Date: 2012-02-22 03:42 am (UTC)
slayer_fray: (fighting tears)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel starts towards
Gates, jamming her toe between doorframe and corner of the wall in order to leap up and bundle half-asleep spider monkey demon under her arm. He screams in his sleep, and digs his claws into her hips in protest.

She pauses by the door, hesitant only for Magellan, but a look over at Mike cements it.

She cannot be here right now.

Tell her I... the words refuse to form. Look after her... She doesn't even feel them.

"See ya."

Date: 2012-02-22 03:49 am (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Sad pout)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Mike doesn't move, his attention fixed on a spot on the floor a few feet in front of him.

"Please be safe."

Date: 2012-02-22 03:56 am (UTC)
slayer_fray: (awkward)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
When you have a sleepy demon currently drawing blood from just above your waistband, and are off to your calling of killing things before they they kill you and your job of throwing yourself off buildings while running from people with guns, its hard to find sincerity in the promise to be safe.

And Mel - well, she doesn't put a lot of effort in.

"I'm going to be smart."

That's the nearest she'll get to promising not to throw herself off skyscrapers unnecessarily just because she's mad at her boyfriend.

Date: 2012-02-22 04:14 am (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Mel)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
He opens his mouth a few times, but words don't come out. He doesn't turn to look at her because he's mere seconds from tears.

And while he knows it won't change her mind, or her direction, the only thing he can think to say is:

"i love you."

Date: 2012-02-22 04:22 am (UTC)
slayer_fray: (welling up)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
As a response, it just makes her angrier. That he'd take a shot like that at a time like this. When inside she strains with the effort of not exploding in a fit of violence and anger and passion, railing against the thick stone wall of sheer disgust with him.

It's not about love.

(She loves him too. Jesu, she loves him.)

"Yeah," says Mel. She glances up and around the apartment again, wondering if she's missing anything.

Nothing she can't do without.

She heads towards the door.

Date: 2012-02-22 04:29 am (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Seated)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
He did wrong.
He's not sure of the levels of wrong he did, but they're deep.
So deep as to send his entire world spinning out of control, to the beat of the throbbing of his head.

He wants to be sick.
He wants to run to her.
He wants...to fix this.

But he can't move.

"i'm so sorry."

Date: 2012-02-22 04:37 am (UTC)
slayer_fray: (insulted)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel pauses at the door, hand on the handle, caught in the middle of wondering how many ninja have just fled so she wouldn't catch them listening.

"That doesn't..."

She doesn't have to stop. She doesn't need to talk about this. She doesn't owe him an explanation.

Gates almost drops from her hip, and scrambles up to take a better resting place in her shoulder, claws now embedded around a scar she long ago gave up trying to hide, and which he never asked her about. The shift in weight from her stomach sends a ripple of nausea through her.

"Don't touch those things again. Don't do that to anyone else."

It's habit that makes her tone take the shape of a threat.

Date: 2012-02-22 04:49 am (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Caught)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
"okay. i...i promise."

Date: 2012-02-22 04:52 am (UTC)
slayer_fray: (bitter)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"OK," she parrots back, emotionlessly.

"I'll... I hafta go."

She estimates she has just enough time to walk calmly across the bar and make it safely back to Versi before she has to throw up.

"...


"Bye."

She opens the door to their apartment, and walks out.

Date: 2012-02-22 07:23 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Mel kiss)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Mike listens to her steps down the Staff Hallway. He hears the door swing open, and for a brief moment the quiet is overrun by sounds of the bar beyond. Then...the door swings closed and the sound is gone.

She is gone.

When Mike finally moves it's to curl into a ball on the beanbag chair, and finally free those tears he's been holding back.

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