[Give Don a handful of data and he'll sort it for you in seconds. Ask Don for a deus ex machina in the form of a gun or rocket or vehicle and he'll build it overnight.
Disrupt his routine? Cut him off from not only his own comfort tech, but two thirds of his support network? Take previously established laws and rules and turn them on their head?
Yeah, Raph's not wrong. Donnie isn't doing well. So the tnk tnk of Raph knocking against his own plastron makes Donnie jump out of his pre-shutdown, the coping mechanism of complete and utter withdrawal from the Bad Stimuli by virtue of ignoring all stimuli, as he looks up at his big brother.
Raph moves his hands; palms up, up his chest. Palms down, slowly down his chest. Deep breaths. Right. Okay. Raph is still here; they won't want for both defensive and offensive power. His tech bo is still communicating with his wrist computer and battle shell. Raphael is here. He's not completely adrift.
Donnie nods and gulps in a breath, his eyes fixed on the chip in Raph's plastron at his left shoulder. Leo still won't look too closely at it but it's a grounding reminder for Donnie; Raph can and will protect his brothers with everything he has. Donnie's in safe hands, and he needs to make sure Raph is too.] I'm good. I'm okay.
[Takes a couple more breaths to prove it, then half-steps away to look around them. The smashed piles of junk from Raphael's attempts are still there, so they can interact with their environment in a permanent way. It's just that their environment has inexplicably changed.] Can you use your mystic powers to get big and try to look around?
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Disrupt his routine? Cut him off from not only his own comfort tech, but two thirds of his support network? Take previously established laws and rules and turn them on their head?
Yeah, Raph's not wrong. Donnie isn't doing well. So the tnk tnk of Raph knocking against his own plastron makes Donnie jump out of his pre-shutdown, the coping mechanism of complete and utter withdrawal from the Bad Stimuli by virtue of ignoring all stimuli, as he looks up at his big brother.
Raph moves his hands; palms up, up his chest. Palms down, slowly down his chest. Deep breaths. Right. Okay. Raph is still here; they won't want for both defensive and offensive power. His tech bo is still communicating with his wrist computer and battle shell. Raphael is here. He's not completely adrift.
Donnie nods and gulps in a breath, his eyes fixed on the chip in Raph's plastron at his left shoulder. Leo still won't look too closely at it but it's a grounding reminder for Donnie; Raph can and will protect his brothers with everything he has. Donnie's in safe hands, and he needs to make sure Raph is too.] I'm good. I'm okay.
[Takes a couple more breaths to prove it, then half-steps away to look around them. The smashed piles of junk from Raphael's attempts are still there, so they can interact with their environment in a permanent way. It's just that their environment has inexplicably changed.] Can you use your mystic powers to get big and try to look around?