mnr_splinter: (Meditating)
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It's often easy to tell when the master and mistress of the house have gone for the day. For one there is considerably less in the way of background noise, for another the ambient light in the living room shifts from halogen lamps to tea light. But really the biggest tip off is the whistle of a teakettle from the stove.

On a low table in the center of the room lay a chess board. Seated at either side of the board are two brothers. Their hands move with such speed that it almost appears as if they are playing their sides simultaneously. In terms of Speed Chess this would be remarkable game to behold. As an exercise in Ninja Chess, however, it leaves a bit to be desired. At least as far as Splinter's high standards are concerned. 

Perhaps he should allow them to take the blindfolds off....

"Your move, Donatello," says the old rat as he heads for the kitchen to see to the kettle.

Date: 2011-02-05 04:39 am (UTC)
mnt_donnie: (you're hurting his brain)
From: [personal profile] mnt_donnie
Don manfully (turtle...fully?) does not sigh, or peak out from under his blindfold, because he knows Leo won't do either.

Leo may be a little faster in the reflexes department, but Don wagers he is a little better at chess. Of course, ninja chess makes strategy a little trickier.

"I guess we're not getting a tea break," he mutters to Leo.

Date: 2011-02-06 01:37 am (UTC)
ginsu_master: (human - little smile)
From: [personal profile] ginsu_master
Serene, "There is always a time for tea."

"Also, I have you in check."

Honestly, Leo only has a vague idea that maybe he might have Don in check. Half the "fun" of speed ninja chess is bluffing until you are actually are winning.

Date: 2011-02-06 03:17 am (UTC)
mnt_donnie: (A moron says what?)
From: [personal profile] mnt_donnie
"You do not," Don says, quickly reviewing the past moves in his head. Then he moves his knight, taking a pawn.

"Thank you, Master. It's always good to have your support."

Date: 2011-02-06 03:34 am (UTC)
ginsu_master: (human - messy hair)
From: [personal profile] ginsu_master
"You did have to think about it," Leo teases and speeds through a move. He might actually be much closer to checkmate now.

"At least he isn't making us balance on bamboo poles on one foot again." Leo likes to look on the bright side of things!

Date: 2011-02-06 03:39 am (UTC)
mnt_donnie: (Shut up Raph)
From: [personal profile] mnt_donnie
If Donatello wasn't blindfolded, he might be glaring, now.

NICE JOB, LEO.

He spitefully captures one of Leo's bishops.

Date: 2011-02-06 03:54 am (UTC)
ginsu_master: (human - little smile)
From: [personal profile] ginsu_master
Leo serenely takes Don's pawn, still all smiles and happy as can be.

"He's teasing. He has become quite the kidder in his old age. Besides, I do have a student to meet later today."

Date: 2011-02-06 04:12 am (UTC)
mnt_donnie: (Thinking hard)
From: [personal profile] mnt_donnie
"Oh?" Don says, interested and trying not to be distracted as he moves. "Katana, or...?"

Date: 2011-02-06 04:24 am (UTC)
ginsu_master: (human - squint)
From: [personal profile] ginsu_master
"You are dirty minded," he informs the kitchen. "You have been staying with Mikey for too long, Master. Do I need to start checking my room for pranks again, like when we were children?"

"And no. Annja Creed." Leo moves and puts himself purposely in check to Don. "She has found that her job now requires more experience with sword work. We practice together."

Date: 2011-02-06 04:33 am (UTC)
mnt_donnie: (Default)
From: [personal profile] mnt_donnie
Don makes a note to search his room when they get home.

"Check."

Date: 2011-02-06 04:39 am (UTC)
ginsu_master: (human - little smile)
From: [personal profile] ginsu_master
"Ah, checkmate in one move to you, Donnie." And little brother gets a blindfooded noogie for his troubles.

Leo pulls off his blindfold and grins. "You said something about chocolate, Father?"

Date: 2011-02-06 04:41 am (UTC)
mnt_donnie: (Thinking hard)
From: [personal profile] mnt_donnie
"Gah!"

Why does everyone like giving him noogies now? Is it because he still doesn't have hair?

Don makes the last move and tips over Leo's king before pulling his own blindfold off. Then he carefully sets the board up again.

Date: 2011-02-09 01:21 am (UTC)
ginsu_master: (human - ...scowl)
From: [personal profile] ginsu_master
Leo is up and grabbing Splinter's arm. "Master? Master, what is it?"

Date: 2011-02-12 03:43 am (UTC)
mnt_donnie: (Shinobi-iri)
From: [personal profile] mnt_donnie
Don is also up in a flash, looking sharply around for anything that might have caused such alarm. Nothing in the suite. Something down in the bar?

Date: 2011-02-15 03:17 am (UTC)
mnt_donnie: (Thinking hard)
From: [personal profile] mnt_donnie
"Did she mention anything in particular?" Don asks, already packing what he brought with him back up. "Is there any equipment that might be helpful?"

He's never been to Tortall, and Raph doesn't talk about it much.

Date: 2011-02-15 03:32 am (UTC)
ginsu_master: (human - expressionless)
From: [personal profile] ginsu_master
"Cloaks," Leo tells him firmly, and starts digging around in corners of the apartment for something might function as a cloak or a hood or anything as he throws both his swords over one shoulder. "Long cloaks. With hoods."

He finds something suitable enough and throws it over Don's head. "Fedoras and trench coats won't cut it there."

Date: 2011-02-15 03:47 am (UTC)
mnt_donnie: (Did you turn it on?)
From: [personal profile] mnt_donnie
....a what? Don can hypothesize based on the name, but he isn't familiar with the technology.

He slings the cloak the right way around and settles it on his shoulders. "Has he been scrounging in the Lost and Found again? What does he think he's doing, anyway?"

Date: 2011-02-15 03:52 am (UTC)
ginsu_master: (human - expressionless)
From: [personal profile] ginsu_master
Leo settles down on the floor indian style and lights a short candle that he places where Splinter asked.

"...Neuralyzer? Neuralyzer. Why do I know that word?"

His innermind theatre creates a stick!Mikey zapping a stick!Raph into a giant Godzilla-Turtle Monster that starts to chew on fantasy land style castle. And Alanna riding out on a white horse to poke Godzilla!Raph in the flank with her sword.

"...this can't end well."

Date: 2011-02-15 04:12 am (UTC)
mnt_donnie: (you're hurting his brain)
From: [personal profile] mnt_donnie
"...great Googly Moogly."

The combination of the Men Who Dress In Black and Mike trying to help is not a good one.

Date: 2011-02-15 04:41 am (UTC)
ginsu_master: (human - ...scowl)
From: [personal profile] ginsu_master
Leo looks at the ground with both his hands on his knees, thinking this through. Mike trying to help Raph with a disagreement their brother had with his pretty-much-wife. Mike taking some sort of technology that didn't below to a world of magic that hadn't yet stepped out of its own High Middle Ages. Mike innocently plowing ahead and just plain helping. His baby brother is not stupid, very far from it; he is just...well, Mikey.

"Right."

Leo pushes himself back up to his feet and tucks his swords properly over his shoulders. "Mikey probably has bitten off a little more than he can handle on his own and needs an extra hand. It happens to us all. We go in, we find Raph first, and then we go help Mikey."

Date: 2011-02-15 04:59 am (UTC)
mnt_donnie: (Tinkering with the fabric of space-time)
From: [personal profile] mnt_donnie
...well, he's seen weirder. Trans-dimensional doorway, no problem.

Just don't think about the particle physics involved in creating said doorway with a piece of chalk. Don't do it, Don. It'll just give you a headache.

"Ready when you are, Master."

Date: 2011-02-15 05:06 am (UTC)
ginsu_master: (human - little smile)
From: [personal profile] ginsu_master
"I'll go first. The locals will stare at me and not even notice either of you. Hoods up!"

Leo reaches out and wraps his hand around the chalk doorknob. And smiles just a tiny bit. "Never gets old," he mutters. And opens the door.

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