NOVEMBER TDM

[monstertruckers]

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A chilling mist and storms cling to the surrounding area. The cold and the wet pierces even the garage, making for a poor welcome. This time around the garage and gas station lurks amidst multiple farms, and a fall colored forest. The seasons have decisively shifted. And the environment is doing its best to shift the new arrivals in turn.

01: SUMMONING CIRCLE

New Drifters arrive to gloomy skies seen through the broken windows of a garage… And a large barn house looming overhead. Rain echoes on the roof, along with the occasional rumble of thunder. When it isn’t raining outside, there’s a damp and chill mist that lingers over the farmlands.

It makes the large Convoy pulling up to stop at that garage seem that much more tall and imposing: though it’s also clear the Convoy has seen some wear and tear, metal scuffed and a few gashes and dents in the cars.

The summoning circle in the garage is lined with candles that can be used to ward off some of the mist and the chill, but it’s advised to find more stable shelter in cars or in the barn. The roof of the garage leaks. And wet, cold concrete isn’t very comfortable for very long.

02: START UP

There are various cars surrounding the garage. Some of them parked directly outside, though a few of them are parked in various farm fields and vegetable patches. Drifters are advised to watch out for hostile farm life and produce (such as exploding pumpkins) if their ride is out in the farm patch.

There’s also a certain connection between different newcomers and cars. Something that suggests a particular vehicle is theirs, backed up by possessing the key to that vehicle. The key may already be in the ignition, on the dashboard… It may have even been on their person, ever since they woke up in that garage. Either way, Drifters have the keys to the vehicle now.

…But there’s a few rough edges on these vehicles. Flat tires, cracked windows and mirrors, maybe some stuck doors and locks; all of them the sort of thing that requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.

03: FARM HOSTILITIES

The farm isn’t always the friendliest place; the assorted livestock are all monstrous, and ready to fight any Drifter that looks at them funny. Cockatrices, bull gorgons, bullfango, and bicorns are all present and grumpy.

In addition, Drifters should look out for scarecrows in the farm patches. Their eyes glow with an eerie light, and anyone who meets their gaze will find their fears manifesting. At first the fears last for only a blink, and appear to be hallucinations. The longer any Drifters stay under the scarecrow’s gaze, the more their fears become real and dangerous.

Leaving the gaze of the scarecrows (or destroying them) can end the effect. Though any lingering trauma and bloodshed will need different solutions.

04: MOON WARP

Various glowing moon shards have taken root across different farm fields. Thanks to them, there’s more than just produce and livestock growing on the farm. Magic has sunk into the buildings and the soil, and is ready to work on the Drifters in turn.

The scarecrows take on a more sinister glow some nights, pulsing violently with light before exploding; moon shards lay dormant in many of them, before activating one night and forcing changes in Drifters. Along with activating other monster traits, two event monsters are available:

04: MONSTER SHIFT, KITSUNE

A fox monster possessing multiple tails. They may take the form of Kitsune, Gumiho, or Huli Jin. They may feature a full or partial vulpine transformation, and with all Kitsune traits also have:
+Trickster Curse: Anyone who steals from farms or acts with trickery/deception risks activating traits.
+Liver Eater: Begins to feel a clawing hunger that can only be satisfied by the liver from prey. The fresher, the better. Husk monsters can fulfill this craving!
+Fox Fire: can generate phantasmal fire either at will or while emotional. These fires cannot burn, unless willed to do so… Or if one’s emotions grow out of hand.
+Fox Fright: If fear or anxiety becomes too great, may become a fox (either small or giant!) in an attempt to flee and hide.
+Tails To Tell: Growing extra tails, up to nine. This may interfere with balance, or even reach out to brush against other people like they have a mind of their own.
+Thief Feet: Gains a talent for moving quietly and stealthily, even able to hide from the farm monsters and the scarecrows.
+Favored Prey: gains an appetite and a ferocity for cockatrices.

04: MONSTER SHIFT, TAURUS

Hoofed monsters who can appear as minotaurs, satyrs, and centaurs. In addition to having Taurus traits the following also occurs:
+Red Flag: several of the scarecrows carry red rags on them, which flap in the breeze… And have a way of inflaming Taurus tempers, prompting them to charge. On impact, the red fabric shreds but tries to put off one more pulse of fear.
+Eat Your Veggies: on top of a craving for vegetable, Taurus can also heal their wounds or restore their stamina when eating vegetables from these gardens!
+Horn Sharpening: when horns grow in, they can itch and ache on a Drifter’s head. Rubbing and sharpening them against hard surfaces is the best way to dull the discomfort.
+Safety In Numbers: There is a sudden pressing need for Taurus to stay close to others; being alone causes anxiety and irritability.
+Raging Bull: Threats to a Taurus’ herd invokes anger and aggression from a Taurus, and they will do whatever it takes to crush said threat.
+Digging In: Drifters should take care with their steps. Pressing their feet too hard into the ground can cause a small quake… or even compel them to charge someone, if they make eye contact for too long.
+Stir Crazy: going indoors for longer than a minute causes restlessness and agitation in a Taurus, and a pressing need to get back outside.

05: HUNTERS

Time passes, and a fog rolls into the farm lands. It obscures much of the surroundings, but one thing does shine through the gloom; red, electric lights that look suspiciously like eyes. A metallic growl echoes through the farm fields, before robot canine shapes step out of the fog. A few of them carry speakers mounted to their shoulders, and a voice echoes out from them:

“All chromehounds, set commands to seek and destroy. Any infected you find, you eliminate. Keep Nirvana safe from their taint at all costs. Now hunt.”

At those orders, the chromehounds spring out and begin to course through the farmlands, hunting for prey. A single chromehound can be handled by a Drifter on their own, but the danger is how often they hunt in pairs or in packs; in that case, a Drifter will need help to either fight or flee from them.

Those in the midst of Kitsune or Taurus changes will also need to deal with a howl the hounds send out; it is pitched at a fight or flight frequency designed to distress monsters. Either by causing intense bouts of fear, or near blinding rage. The intent is to flush any Kitsune and Taurus out of hiding and into the jaws of waiting chomehounds… Though hounds don’t account for monsters also having pack.

06: CUCCO WARNING

There's one more oddity at the farm; one that isn't immediately hostile to newcomers, though it does regard them with curiosity. It takes the form of a rather innocent (and slightly vapid looking) chicken. Many of them roam the farmstead, trying to avoid any conflict.

A few of them even gather around an abandoned pie eating booth and peck at the remarkably well preserved pies. They might even be willing to share. (And the pies themselves are still edible and tasty, somehow.)

But this good will and tolerance can swiftly come to an end if they are attacked. If agitated, the cuccos can summon more of themselves to swarm the threat, causing plenty of pecks, scratches, and assorted injuries. There's even a ruined scarecrow laying nearby, torn to death by little beaks to show how dangerous they can be.

They also don't take kindly to threats from other denizens of the farm; the robot dogs, scarecrows, and some of the angrier farm life can quickly learn that the hard way!

MICRO ENCOUNTERS:

PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.

Snow Warning: Mountains rise above both farmlands and forest, and it seems clear that the road leads on towards them. It might be wise to plunder the nearby garage and farmhouses for any winter wear, before going further.

Food Forage: The local fields hold supplies… Some of them unconventional thanks to the Moon Warps. It’s probably best not to ask why corndogs are growing on corn stalks, but they’re still edible enough.

Misty Step: Sometimes the gloom and mist can do strange things to one’s perception, and stride. Walking into the mist can easily tun a Drifter around and place them in a spot they weren’t intending to go: whether that’s back in the garage, in the middle of the approaching Convoy, the middle of a field, or maybe somewhere else entirely!

Holy Cow-Car, Batman: One last quirk of the region, is that occasionally the vehicles here (including Drifter vehicles) seem to have a mind of their own. And that mind is similar to a cow. The vehicles can be found wandering in fenced off grassy areas, flattening grass to a degree where it appears to be eaten.

The vehicles are at least fairly docile, and once they are removed from the fencing revert to being normal cars/motorcycles/etc. But until then, they retain that odd quirk.

NAVIGATION || RESERVES || APPLICATIONS

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Michelangelo Hamato | Rise of the TMNT (post-movie) | New Player/Character

[mystic_hands]

1 - Arrival

He's cold.

The shiver that runs through him is hard enough to wake him up and the turtle blinks his bleary eyes open. He goes reaching for his blanket, thinking he kicked it off in his sleep somehow, only to find that he's actually lying straight up on the floor. Did he fall out of bed somehow?

Pushing himself up to sitting, Michelangelo looks at his dim surroundings, trying to make out what he's looking at when there's a flicker of lightening that flares through the window and throws the room he's in to stark bright contrast for a second.

This is not his bedroom...

"Where..?!" practically squeaked and the turtle is up on his feet, spinning in a circle as he looks around, wildly. There's candles around him in a circle. Oh... oh oh no, that looks like a magic circle he's in. The sound he makes is small and terrified and he bolts out of the circle to press up himself up against the wall, eyes wide in the dim. He knows what those things are! He doesn't wanna get his soul ripped out, thanks!

"What..?!" A distant rumble of thunder before another flash of lightning illuminates the building and Mikey realizes there's a door on the other side, standing slightly askew and open. He edges around the circle of candles like they're going to rise up and devour him, before he sprints, silently, across and out the door.

Straight into the pouring rain.

He squawks at it, pressing back against the building again to the vague bit of shelter under the overhang and stares out at the landscape before him. Sprawling fields and parked vehicles. Some look abandoned. Others maybe not.

He has no idea what's going on and for a moment, he's just frozen in place, staring out at what is definitely not New York city.

"Raph?! Donnie?! Leo?! Dad?!"

2 - Start Up

When he finally stopped panicking so hard, Michelangelo had wandered carefully around, exploring silently and taking everything in. There wasn't anyone trying to come after him right away and certainly nobody cackling and talking about destroying him so he'd settled down quite a bit.

That's when he sees it among all the parked cars.

Bright yellow and orange and green with the surfboard rack on the top! Laying his eyes on it makes Mikey feel a rush of excitement and he's bounded over to press his hands against the door and peer inside it. It's his dream van! The instant he's touched it, he knows it's HIS. He pulls the door open, excitedly, bounding up into the driver's seat and looking around at it. It feels almost familiar somehow?! Like he's supposed to be sitting here. He runs his hands over the steering wheel and then realizes the keys are already in the ignition.

The keychain dangling from it is the familiar shape of the Mad Dogs symbol.

He lifts the keychain up, almost reverently, looking it over as the roll of melancholy rushes through him, too. Whatever's happened, he's here all by himself. Wherever his family could be is a complete mystery at the moment. A second later, he clenches his fist around it and then sits up straighter. Well, if this is his van then he can use it to find them! He grabs the key and turns it.

The engine splutters like it's going to start... coughs... and then dies. His brow furrows deeply and he tries again. The engine turns over with a grumbling roar before it wheezes, painfully, and then stops again.

The next second comes the disappointed wail.

"Oh, come ON!? I dunno anything about engines!?"

3 - Wildcard

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[purplexing]

The rain's let up, but even when it had been pouring, it had hardly been enough to stop him from going out. Besides, he could fly higher than the worst of the rain clouds, dipping in and out of the thick of it, riding the wild shifts of the winds. It's exhilarating, and the rolling thunder and the flashes of light below the blanket of clouds is mesmerizing.

But it eventually begins to clear up, and so as the rain lightens, Donnie dips back down beneath the cloudy layer, looking down at the sights below.

Something tugs at the back of his mind, a memory. It's been some time since they've last come across a gas station, and the parked cars is a familiar setup. But there's something else, something deeper, in that nebulous realm of feelings. It's familiar and it pulls him to fly lower.

His sharp eyesight can pick out the details of the cars, but more importantly, the little figure who's poking around the vehicles. It's been months since he'd last seen that coloring, that shell, that shape...

He dives.

It's as Mikey's wailing about engines that something lands on the top of his new ride with a light thump, a shadow peering through the windshield from the rooftop, eyes flaring with a bright purple glow.

THANKS FOR THE HEART ATTACK BRO

[mystic_hands]

There's a second there where Michelangelo can feel something. It's a niggle in his shell. One that rises, swiftly, to feel like eyes on the back of his neck. He looks around, quickly, no longer trying to get the engine to start. His senses are on alert as he listens, staying still and quiet on the driver's seat now.

Wait, that's a familiar feeling! He knows what that--!!

The thump on top of the van startles him and the next second he finds himself faced with some kind of dark shadow peering at him and being pierced by wide, glowing purple eyes. So he does the first thing that comes to mind.

He screams.

And slams on the horn.

Anytime bro

[purplexing]

He knows that scream anywhere.

The horn, however is unexpected, startling him enough for a direct wire to his instinct to flee. Donnie pushes off the roof in a flurry of feathers, back into the air and safety.

He doesn't go far though, circling once he catches the wind again. He can't go far, because down below is one of his own. And he's...not sure what to feel about that. He'll sort it out later, but right now, he's happy, because family is here, his little brother is here.

Mikey might get an odd sensation, a pulse of happiness that seems very misplaced given his own current emotions.

[mystic_hands]

Whatever it is takes off again and Mikey eventually stops pressing on the horn to scramble for the door handle, instead. He slams it shut and slaps the lock, all on instinct, scrunching down into the seat and half into his shell as he does. He stays very still, breathing hard, staring out at the rainy dim as his heart races furiously.

But why does he feel happy about it?!

His head lifts from his shell a little bit in confusion, peering around through the windows of the van. He... he can feel that! It... It feels familiar, too! It's a little bit like how he knows whenever one of his brothers is about to enter the room! He leans forward, cautiously, trying to get a better look. Are they out there somewhere, then?! What if that thing he just saw is dangerous?!

"... oh no... okay, c'mon Mikey, you can do this..!" he murmurs to himself and carefully opens the door again to try and slip outside, quietly.

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[saisdoesmatter]

Once the convoy came to a stop after the whole circus bullshit and the rain rolled in, he's content to just stick around the encampment. Water didn't really bother him much, but the cold seeps into everyone's bones and he'd much rather stay where it's dry for the time being.

Also it gave him time to get used to his body again after the wild transfer that happened before - he was essentially back to normal, except for the shift of his eyes - black sclera and his green eyes have gone slitted, but otherwise he's back to being a 'normal' mutant turtle.

It isn't until there's definitely a cry - somewhere out past the safety (and dryness) of the convoy that gets his attention. That is definitely his name. And the names of his brothers. Or a set of brothers, since the ones here aren't directly his, but by rights - the turtles have banded together regardless.

He's out into the rain before he really thinks too much about it. It doesn't sound like his brother but there's only one name that wasn't called out there, so he's cupping his hands around his mouth to call out. Maybe it was a long shot but...

"Mikey!? Where you at!?"

Y HALO THAR NEW BRO

[mystic_hands]

He's been edging around the building, staying out of the rain best he can, eyes and senses sharp for anything nasty that might be around. There doesn't seem to be much at all except cars and fields, though. Maybe some... uh... cattle? he thinks?

The voice calling his name has him straightening up, sharply. He doesn't really recognize it but that's his name!

"Here! I'm over here!" he yells back, already trying to follow the direction it's coming, weaving rapidly around the building again to see if he can spot whoever it is. "Where are you?!"

HI BABY LIL BRO

[saisdoesmatter]

Scouting the area in rain isn't the easiest thing to do, but it doesn't deter him from going. If this is Donnie and Leo's little brother, then they'll want him safe and sound in case there's any random critters in the neighborhood that might want to chew on him.

Granted, it could be a trap too - there's been plenty of those around, but he gets a response. It's a bit further off, near some of the forgotten cars and another garage, so he's heading that way when he hears a confirmation.

"Over here!"

Weaving in between cars isn't going to help line of sight, so he scurries up one to get a better vantage point, squinting out toward where he thinks he heard the other turtle.

[mystic_hands]

The rumble of thunder in the distance sends a shiver through Mikey again. The rain is cold and it wants to seep into his shell. He doesn't wanna go back inside that building with the soul-sucking circle in it but he doesn't want to be out here anymore, either!

The figure suddenly standing on one of the cars catches his eye and he perks up. That looks familiar! At least... kinda?? Maybe it's the distance, maybe it's the rain, but it doesn't look totally right. Still, the shape of it says 'turtle' to him and that means it's gotta be one of his bros!

"Oh thank gosh! What's going on?! Where are we?!" he's calling already as he races in that direction, hopping up onto the cars himself so he can get there in a more direct line.

But he slows down and then skids to a stop on one of the car roofs and stares. That's not any of his bros!

"... w-wait, who are you?!"

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[undyingcrow]

A strange blur of black and white passes overhead. If Mikey turns his gaze upward, he'll find a peculiar creature perched above. Really, he's not unlike a mutant, with how animalistic he appears. Though his eyes carry a trace of humanity, the feathers, snout, horns, and more eclipses said humanity.

"Ah, another turtle." His ears flick forward with interest. "Donatello, Raphael, and Leonardo are all here, although I can't guarantee that they are the versions you're accustomed to." He chuckles. "Raphael is from a different dimension than the others."

[mystic_hands]

The blur of something overhead has Mikey yelping and ducking down and back as tight against the building as he can. He slides into the shallow shadows available as much as possible, looking around wildly as there's suddenly a voice.

What he finally lays his gaze on has him blinking in surprise. A youkai?! That's what his brain guesses anyways. It's the names, though, that have him straightening up again, quickly.

"Wait, you know my bros?!" he says, though he's totally confused. He's never seen this person before in his life! But that doesn't matter, he needs to find his family! "Where are they?! Have you seen them?!"

[undyingcrow]

"They should be close, though their appearances have... changed, since their arrival." Hm, how much should he disclose? He brings a hand to his chin, contemplative. "The flow of time may not match what you expect. Leonardo has been here for more than half a year, for instance."

[mystic_hands]

The orange clad turtle stares up at the stranger in open disbelief. He's just gaping like that for a moment before his brows furrow together.

"What do you mean 'half a year'?! I just saw him before I went to bed! We were watching Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Galaxies!"

wildcard kinda

[faceguy]

By now, Mikey has likely heard that his older brothers are here. Leo, however, doesn't have the reverse information.

It's dangerous for him to be outside during the day, so as usual he spent the days travel in the Turtle Tank, waiting for them to stop. Once it did, he portaled over to the dining car to spend a bit of time there, chatting with those who came to dinner. He'd heard from them that they'd stopped at a gas station, which invariably meant new arrivals, but he's not gone to check yet. He thinks Donnie will come find him if there's anyone important out there.

Though, he isn't properly accounting for Donnie's new and more animal instincts, or his lack of phone for texting.

So he doesn't know that Mikey is here. And that means when Mikey finally makes his own way inside the convoy, Leo stops dead in his tracks, gaping at his little brother like he's just seen a ghost.

Though maybe it's the other way around. Leo's skin is pale and sickly, his eyes a bit sunken into his face. The worst of the holes in his shell are covered up now by the battleshell Donnie made to cover his back, though there's still webbing to cover the gap in his front, and some of the shell around his shoulder is noticeably broken, as well. And his eyes have changed from dark brown to a very pale blue, practically shining.

"...Mikey...?"

Believe it or not, this is going slightly better than his reaction to Donnie showing up.

HELLO THERE DED BRO!

[mystic_hands]

Michelangelo has no idea what's going on! To say he's confused would be the biggest understatement of the century! And he hasn't even been alive for one yet! He's got so many questions and it feels like the answers aren't making any sense, either! Some kind of a group traveling in a bunch of cars?! Monsters or something?! Trying to find Nirvana?!

Everything is such a tangle in his head, Mikey has just been kind of moving in a haze as he follows along where he's been lead to.

His head snaps up at the familiar voice saying his name.

He stares only for a second before he bolts over without even thinking. He doesn't register any of the changes for the first second, all his brain really registers is 'Leonardo'.

"Leo?! Leo!! Ohmigosh you're okay!"

Already throwing his arms around the other turtle to grab hold of him, heedless of the abnormalities. He's overwhelmed and scared and Leon means safety!

HELLO ALIVE BRO!!

[faceguy]

The emotions Leo feels as Mikey throws his arms around him are all over the place, and it takes Leo a second to sort them all out. There's fear, because the last person he wanted to experience this terrible place is his precious little brother, who out of all of them kept his shine no matter what their family went through. There's trepidation, because he isn't the person he was the last time he saw Mikey, physically or mentally, and he's always nervous letting new people see it. There's shame, about the things he's put his family through, that he might put them through here. But above it all, there's a rising joy in his chest, because he's missed Mikey so much, and finally he's here, and Leo can hug him and not let go.

Which is what he does. Because no matter what, he's Mikey's big brother first and foremost, and he'll always do everything he can to keep him safe and happy.

(Unless he's doing the teasing, of course.)

"Hey, Miguel," he says, with so much fondness, and no he's definitely not choked up! He's so cool and suave and awesome all the time! "'Course I'm okay. How about you?"

[mystic_hands]

Mikey clings to Leonardo, his own emotions a swelling tangle of so many things he's gonna need a while to sort it out. Before he can help it, he's sniffled, loudly, cause it's just been so much in such a short time.

"I'm not okay!" he practically wails, muffled against Leo's plastron where he's got his face pressed as he just holds on. "I don't know where I am and I don't know what happened and I woke up in a soul-sucking circle and there's a Raph who's not Raph and Donnie's a bird and I think I soul-bonded with a van, okaythatwaskindofcool, and somebody said you've been here for a long time and there's weird stuff outside and I don't know what's going onnnnn!"

Ending in a long, distressed wail. He doesn't even care if he's too old for this stuff right now. He's cold and confused and scared!

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[burnyoudown]

Kavinsky might have had a very different reaction to waking up in a circle of candles, but he couldn't blame someone for freaking out. Even if they were a... turtle?

He'd already been out in the rain himself, just a bit, and he still hadn't found a shirt, so he was more than a little uncomfortably chilly, even under the overhang. He was pale and skinny and shivering minutely, no tattoos or marks, just the flecks of tire rubber that was still stuck to his skin here and there.

"You know, man, it might not be a good idea to run around shouting." His tone wasn't cruel, but mild and maybe a little teasing. He didn't continue right away, wiping rain drops off the dark lenses of his sunglasses before sliding them into one of the pockets in his jeans.

"People do that all the time in horror movies. Never works out." Not that he tended to watch horror movies much on his own, but he'd still seen plenty of them, thanks to Skov. "They're onto something with safety in numbers, though."

[mystic_hands]

Mikey squawks in surprise at the voice, jumping back a bit, but then blinking in surprise at the human standing there. He looks around, his brows furrowed, very much worried and very much lost.

"Horror movies?!" he echoes, "But I wasn't even watching scary videos when I went to bed!"

He wrings his hands together a bit before rubbing at his upper arms. The rain is cold and, more than that, he's entirely on edge, big surprise. He should be worried about getting seen by a human but, given the situation, his brain isn't registering that even remotely! Ninja he may be, but scared lost teenager is the stronger thing at the moment.

"I gotta find my brothers! Have you seen them? They're turtles, like me, but taller."

[burnyoudown]

He actually hadn't intended to scare the guy, but he wasn't sure he could have avoided it, in hindsight, considered how spooked the turtle already was.

"I wasn't even in bed." And he hadn't been asleep, either. Which was saying something, considering he had been sleeping on and off, but only long enough to dream. He knew he wasn't dreaming now, though.

"I can say with complete honesty, that I've never seen turtles like you before." And he didn't mean it in a bad way; it was just the truth. "Could help you look for 'em, though. It's probably better to stick together."

And hopefully find a shirt. He was holding out hope for that much, at least.

[mystic_hands]

The answer doesn't seem to surprise Mikey all that much but it still seems to make him deflate some.

"Yeah, you'd remember them if you saw them. They're all taller than me, too. Specially Raph."

He perks up again, though, and nods. "Yeah, okay! That'd be great! This place is... really spooky. Like, the vibes out here are bad, man... I don't like it at all."

He seems to remember himself after a second of looking around and then 'ohs' and sticks a hand out to the human.

"Michelangelo." he says, simply, "But everybody calls me Mikey."

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[propatriamori]

The rain caught Edward by surprise, and he scuttled up into the eaves of a nearby building to wait it out. Pouring rain messes with his ability to navigate himself, and with that ability already in worse shape than usual, it makes more sense to not go bumbling around on his own. He's annoyed by it, but it could be worse.

When someone comes rushing out of the building, Edward perks up. He hadn't realised anyone was in there, and he creeps closer along the rafters, pressing two of his four hands to the beams to pick up the newcomer's vibrations. They have the unmistakable, chrome-like shivers of some of Edward's best friends here, and he starts crawling down the wall towards someone who can only be the missing fourth turtle brother.

"Hello. You wouldn't happen to be Michelangelo, would you?"

His voice is polite and British, but Edward has temporarily forgotten that not everyone is used to a spider centaur dropping down towards them from the rafters of a building. He's in full drider form, his lower half an English garden spider, his top half human but featuring four arms. At least he's aware that the turtles seem to have seen spider people before, and one of them might have almost been a stepmother? Unclear on that part.

[mystic_hands]

The voice startles him and Mikey gives a squawk, giving a little flail as he whips around to find the source of it. His eyes go wide and he steps back again in a second startle when he realizes the person talking to him is coming down from the ceiling. His brain seems to catch up after a second, though, and he gives a very rapid nod.

"Y-Yeah?! I'm Michelangelo!" he says, "Where am I?! Why is there a big soul-sucking circle in there?! Who put me in it?!"

He points back towards the door he came bolting through but then gestures (a little wildly) out at the rainy fields all around.

"This isn't New York city and I definitely went to sleep there!"

[propatriamori]

"I can confirm you're not in New York any longer." Edward climbs the rest of the way down and settles on the ground, but he gives Michelangelo his space. He doesn't want to startle him further, since he seems on the edge of flight already.

"You're on a new world called Revan. The circle is what brought you here. As to who brought you..." Here he spreads one pair of hands wide. "No one knows. There are theories but no conclusions."

He pauses then, to give the kid a chance to absorb it. He can't be entirely sure, but Michelangelo very much gives off the impression of being the youngest brother, and he doesn't want to spook him and have him go running out into the fields.

"The good news is, I know your brothers. They're here, and once the rain lets up, I'll be happy to take you to them." Edward offers his upper right hand to shake. "My name is Edward Courtenay."

[mystic_hands]

The box turtle listens, taking in the offered information. The calmness of this spider person seems to be helping him out a lot. Okay, maybe the cool accent helps, too. His brows are furrowed the whole time, though

"So nobody knows at all? Why did they bring me here? Does anybody know that?"

He perks up when he gets told that the stranger knows his brothers. The look of surprise and relief are very obvious.

"You do?! You will?! Ohmigosh, thank you!" He takes the offered hand, easily, even managing to smile. "Nice to meet you! W-Well... I mean... except for the whole 'got kidnapped to do it' part... but that's not your fault." He swallows.

"Are my bros okay at least?"