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semilethal) wrote2022-08-24 09:34 pm
semilethal) wrote2022-08-24 09:34 pm
LEO - POST MOVIE
[ nobody asks where april found the van. some mild criminal activity feels irrelevant in light of the day they just had anyway, and they couldn't exactly walk all the way back to the lair.
not with leo like...this. not just leo either; raphael couldn't hardly hold his head up, hunched and clearly wearing his 'i'm the eldest and i won't complain' face as he cradles leo so carefully on their way to the van. mikey's hands and arms won't stop trembling, even when he twists them together and presses them to his plastron. donatello is sore all over and his skin and shell feel raw, like someone rubbed him down with sandpaper.
and leo's quiet. leo's too quiet.
so there they are in the cargo van, raph tucked toward the front with a leg stretched out for mikey to use as a pillow to doze upon. april and casey sit up front, throwing concerned glances over their shoulders as often as is safe while april slowly weaves the vehicle through the half-destroyed streets toward the nearest access point. splinter sits near the doors as their only other capable fighter, though he keeps his tail curled around leo's uninjured ankle.
and donatello, he's stripping off his gloves because he's going to have to touch his brother to get a better idea of his injuries, and his skin doesn't feel like his own and that'll interfere with his judgement. the fewer layers between he and his brother, the more accurate he can be. ]
Alrighty Leon. Look alive, let's...let's diagnose.
not with leo like...this. not just leo either; raphael couldn't hardly hold his head up, hunched and clearly wearing his 'i'm the eldest and i won't complain' face as he cradles leo so carefully on their way to the van. mikey's hands and arms won't stop trembling, even when he twists them together and presses them to his plastron. donatello is sore all over and his skin and shell feel raw, like someone rubbed him down with sandpaper.
and leo's quiet. leo's too quiet.
so there they are in the cargo van, raph tucked toward the front with a leg stretched out for mikey to use as a pillow to doze upon. april and casey sit up front, throwing concerned glances over their shoulders as often as is safe while april slowly weaves the vehicle through the half-destroyed streets toward the nearest access point. splinter sits near the doors as their only other capable fighter, though he keeps his tail curled around leo's uninjured ankle.
and donatello, he's stripping off his gloves because he's going to have to touch his brother to get a better idea of his injuries, and his skin doesn't feel like his own and that'll interfere with his judgement. the fewer layers between he and his brother, the more accurate he can be. ]
Alrighty Leon. Look alive, let's...let's diagnose.
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Shelldon floats back over next to Leo with a fresh set of sheets on, lowering himself a bit in case Leo wants to climb back on and get back to resting after all that. Donnie doesn't turn around.] Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a lot of work to do.
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Yeah. See you 'round, Dee.
[He'll just quietly lean to Shelldon to whisper we are making one stop to get clean clothes and then the bathroom for the love of all that is good before he starts climbing on.
Away they go, cleaning to hopefully happen with no issue.]
A WEEK LATER
I've done it!
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What'd you do this time.
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[Stumbles half a step before the metal arm steadies him. All right, well. It's the best mood Don's been in since before the invasion. He carefully steps off the treadmill and starts following.]
All right, let's see it.
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Displayed is the same graphic from before; a wormhole readout, numbers calculating beside it in different sets and matrices, as well as a soundless video from almost exactly Donnie's POV of when Mikey (with Donnie and Raph's help) was tearing open the spacetime portal to retrieve Leo.]
[Donnie taps a few keys and the video minimizes, the wormhole graphic enlarging to engulf the entire screen. A diagram of Leonardo's skeletal structure overlays it, with brain scans popping up as well.] But 'fixed' is still the correct sentiment in that all items of concern should be addressed before one can be deemed functional. Your spine has been repaired, and rehabilitation is proceeding apace. Naturally, there are still other items of concern given that you haven't slept longer than an hour at a time since then, most likely due to the nightmares you've been having. [Donnie presents this information all with a sort of manic excitement, a curious sense of detachment alongside his observations as if recalling a distant study he'd read in a textbook.] 'Fixed' is still relative. Until the core trauma has been sufficiently addressed, we're not there yet.
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How do you know about that? I mean - not that I do have them. [He knows Donnie records everything, he knows Donnie's probably been keeping tabs, but he still has to deny it instinctively.]
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Donnie taps a couple other keys, and the wormhole graphic is suddenly overlaid with another image; a render of New York on one side of the wormhole, and the prison dimension on the other.] Given that I'm not a psychologist and cannot render appropriate medical treatment for whatever emotional scarring you have due to what you went through, I did the next best thing.
I mathematically recreated Mikey's portal-opening technique, and have finally confirmed the formulas necessary for the simulations to return with a success. And then I built a model fission bomb that we can send through that portal to obliterate anything and anyone within a fifty mile radius of its epicenter.
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Donnie's still wanting to kill Krang Prime.
Not that Leo is entirely against it, he's just also been focusing on recovery and rest before he thinks too much about the anger there still.]
...Why are you showing me this?
[He isn't mad. Leo just wants to have all the facts here. To understand.]
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As far as this particular application, I just couldn't keep it to myself. [Donatello straightens and claps his hands, nearly bouncing on his toes with restless energy.] Of course there's still practical application, and the methodology of making sure we actually get the bomb -or bombs, if we'd like to be thorough- in the vicinity of Krang Prime, but I may be able to finagle that with my own mystic powers, though I don't know how reliable that would be after we close the portal. Still, the biggest hurdle was the theoretical research and with that out of the way, I'm back in my wheelhouse. I don't doubt this is completely doable.
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It's difficult. It's really, really difficult. Because a very large part of him does want the Krang to suffer for what they did - to other worlds, to their city, to him and his family. But is that really... really worth it? Isn't being alone in the Prison Dimension with no escape enough?
Maybe. Maybe not.
But Donnie's excite about even this unfinished... project? No, it's more than that. But what even does he call this.]
If it works, then what?
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...what do you mean? [Gestures to his simulation. The 8-bit bomb travels through the portal and detonates with a cartoonish KAPOW overlay.] Then it's over. He's dead.
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[He's still wrapping his head around this. There's still the other two Krang in their world as well.]
What about the other two Krang?
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[He can't really put his finger on why this doesn't sit right to him. Something about it's off, but he's been too tired mentally and physically to really string thoughts together properly. Something either with his brother's motivation or the act itself.]
Okay. So... we send it in. Kill him. Then what?
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He rubs at the back of his head, feeling that bump that's just on the "almost" side of healed up. Moving his arm this way still hurts, honestly, but he doesn't know what else to do with his hands right now, not while he tries to sort his brain out.]
Okay, but I mean... After all that. After they're gone. What's the plan then?
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He just... doesn't know. It's a call he didn't think he'd have to make - killing the only three of an alien race that they know of. For all they know, this could make them extinct. Is that something Leo wants to have on his shoulders? In the back of his mind? Knowing his go ahead did that?
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He looks at the simulation on the scree again.]
Do we still have any of that chemical stuff April got from her school? That seemed to do plenty of damage.
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[Whew. For a second there, Donnie was concerned that Leo would tell him they can't do this. Like, how weird would that be, right?] The Krang are made of organic material. There's plenty of their nasty goop around that I've already stuck onto cryo for testing. I'm sure powerful acids would do the trick regardless, but I can try different methods on the growth samples while we're looking for where the sister is being kept.
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Before we go ripping a hole through the universe again, let's track down the sister.
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STILL WITH STRAIGHT TO KILLING THOUGH. If he didn't know better he'd almost think Donnie's mad.]
Then. Yeah, let's work on that. [Y'know, after he finishes healing up, who knows how long that could take right]
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