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Video; UN: donatello
Mar. 12th, 2025 10:21 pmSO. Ahem. [The camera focuses on the form of a (potentially familiar) mutant turtle teen as he steps back further from the camera and clasps his hands behind his back, eyes wandering along past the camera uncomfortably.] For those of you who were kidnapped within the last month-ish, that was me.
Which was. Of course, very wrong. So...morally bankrupt, and- [A straight stream of water jets in from left frame, nailing Donatello directly between the eyes with almost a quart of water.] ACKGHTHPBTHF- I said it was bad! Synonyms! Why- [April's voice cuts in from off-screen, hissing sharply, "You could at least try to sound like you mean it!"
Donatello glares off-camera for a moment longer before clearing his throat, re-clasping his hands behind his back after wiping water out of an eye and facing the camera again.] And I am. Sorry. [He flinches and stares nervously off-camera for a tense second before continuing.]
For those of you who asked, you'll already know that I was trying to build a gate to be used for interdimensional travel. For those of you who didn't, an explanation: it would enable people to leave, return, find friends and family that had gone back to their home dimensions, reunite people separated from their same-dimension families, et cetera. Without consideration to timeline differences too, if I'd had the opportunity to test and tweak.
Obviously that did not happen. I'm still not entirely sure what exactly went wrong. If it's of any comfort, the misfire did kill me. [Donnie peeks off camera; no stream of water comes, but whatever he sees puts a shadow of guilt into his eyes. The matter-of-fact flat tone finally gives way to something more sincere.] If there's anything I truly regret, it's that I couldn't deliver any concrete progress equal to what was taken from you. With a working interdimensional gate, at least any suffering caused would have resulted in tangible improvements. The betterment of the lives of everyone in Folkmore, perhaps even for others trapped in lethal hub-worlds, like those of you from Trench.
Instead, your suffering resulted in...nearly nothing.
[There's a moment of silence; Donatello's face is downturned, hands still clasped behind his back, quiet likewise from off-camera. After a moment Donatello clears his throat again and continues:] I still have the data from the experimentation. Anyone who wants it is welcome to it.
[A stream of water fires from off-camera to the side of Donatello's head. "If there's anything you truly regret?" April's voice from off camera calls sternly, "C minus."
The affront on Donatello's face is immediate, but the camera feed cuts before he can protest.
Donatello will be available throughout Willow; stores, at the train station, and eventually at the ruins of his lab. People are welcome to find him (jump him, kick his ass, try to strangle) at any of these locations, even if he does try to put up a fight.]
Which was. Of course, very wrong. So...morally bankrupt, and- [A straight stream of water jets in from left frame, nailing Donatello directly between the eyes with almost a quart of water.] ACKGHTHPBTHF- I said it was bad! Synonyms! Why- [April's voice cuts in from off-screen, hissing sharply, "You could at least try to sound like you mean it!"
Donatello glares off-camera for a moment longer before clearing his throat, re-clasping his hands behind his back after wiping water out of an eye and facing the camera again.] And I am. Sorry. [He flinches and stares nervously off-camera for a tense second before continuing.]
For those of you who asked, you'll already know that I was trying to build a gate to be used for interdimensional travel. For those of you who didn't, an explanation: it would enable people to leave, return, find friends and family that had gone back to their home dimensions, reunite people separated from their same-dimension families, et cetera. Without consideration to timeline differences too, if I'd had the opportunity to test and tweak.
Obviously that did not happen. I'm still not entirely sure what exactly went wrong. If it's of any comfort, the misfire did kill me. [Donnie peeks off camera; no stream of water comes, but whatever he sees puts a shadow of guilt into his eyes. The matter-of-fact flat tone finally gives way to something more sincere.] If there's anything I truly regret, it's that I couldn't deliver any concrete progress equal to what was taken from you. With a working interdimensional gate, at least any suffering caused would have resulted in tangible improvements. The betterment of the lives of everyone in Folkmore, perhaps even for others trapped in lethal hub-worlds, like those of you from Trench.
Instead, your suffering resulted in...nearly nothing.
[There's a moment of silence; Donatello's face is downturned, hands still clasped behind his back, quiet likewise from off-camera. After a moment Donatello clears his throat again and continues:] I still have the data from the experimentation. Anyone who wants it is welcome to it.
[A stream of water fires from off-camera to the side of Donatello's head. "If there's anything you truly regret?" April's voice from off camera calls sternly, "C minus."
The affront on Donatello's face is immediate, but the camera feed cuts before he can protest.
Donatello will be available throughout Willow; stores, at the train station, and eventually at the ruins of his lab. People are welcome to find him (jump him, kick his ass, try to strangle) at any of these locations, even if he does try to put up a fight.]
