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27 February 2007 @ 01:35 am
... troubles...  

Who: Mikey and Tobi... anyone feel free to jump in.
What: Still exploring, so whatch your step...
When: Day One. Afternoon around 3 o'clock. Earth time.  


He wasn't sure how to describe it all. 

First, they were minding their own business, exploring this strange place they had been taken to, and next there is this, seemingly invisible monster that appeared out of nowhere. It attacked Mike and he deflected the attack by knoking out a few teeth, but who's the say it was the end of that? Whos' to say it was the only one around? 

Right now, Michelangelo and Tobi are trying to get an elevator to work, would they ever come across any other 'survivors' on any of the other floors, or is there a force somewhere preventing them from meeting? 

Only time could tell... 

And time may not even by on their side. 

Current Mood: geekygeeky
tobi_ridley on February 27th, 2007 01:58 pm (UTC)
"It's a reasonable guess," Tobi nodded, "It wouldn't hurt to check it out anyway." She closes the laptop and places it in her makeshift bag, deciding to keep it since it may come in handy later.

"So you've won fighting completions?" she asks, her eyes round with wonder, "I'm REALLY glad I'm with you then. I know you can handle that monster if we ever have to deal with it again. I mean, you already knocked it a good one, maybe it'll be scared of you now."

She kneels down next to the shirts and helps make bandages out of them, still going on about his title. “So what’s this Nexus place like? Do you get a trophy for winning?,” she asks. “I’m really impressed that you’ve won four times! I tried kick boxing for about a year, but I sucked horribly at it. I never even tried to get into a competition.” She blushes and leans forward, as if she’s sharing some kind of scandalous secret, “I’m honestly a real baby when it comes to people actually swinging at me. I think I’d cry like a little girl if someone really tired to hit me.”
nexus_champion on February 27th, 2007 02:55 pm (UTC)
He smirked inwardly at her 'baby' comment, but didn't poke at it, "I don't think I can blame you." he nodded and settled on his knees besides her, fishing a small scissor from the kit he began to sread another shirt into ribbons. "Considering that I live in a world full of humans I'm forced to fight to survive, while you fight to defend yourself."

"In face, its a bit different, especially since my world isn't like yours, I dont have a law to protect me, and if someone attacks me, I'm the only one to blame because I'm different, and if I fight back, they'd consider me aggressive and a threat." he sighed, "Gee, I'd liek to see them go against Raph then, he's way more hotheaded than me. He's practically a walking bomb, sometimes."

After a minute, the shirt is recused the ribbons, rolled and neatly tucked in the box. He picked another shirt and began ripping it, and continued to talk, "As for the Nexus, like I said it's a demention where warriors from all around the galaxy gather. It intersects with almost all other galaxies."

He paused, "Every three years there is a torunament where the mightiest of warriors gather to compete against each other. But on earth time, it sort of happens more every one and a half years. Time on Earth kinda moves faster than that or other galaxies, I guess."

"The first tournament was kickshell awsome! My bros were really irritated when I kept rubbing my victory in their faces. I was a real brat back then, always bragging and shoving it in their faces." he shook his head and sighed softly, "No wonder Raph used to beat me up so much. I must've been so annoying..." he send her a sheepish grin.

"The second time, I had to defend my title from a cheapskate who cheated, and won it again fair and square." he smiled proudly, "The third time, I did it for the sake of not losing a title to someone else, although I nearly lost it to Raph at the last round." he paused, recalling how close to losing he was at that last fight.

Why he and Raph always seemed to end up going against each other, he never knew...

"But at the Fourth time, I really got tired of fighting, and of having to carry the responseabilities that came with the title, I was even tempted to lose and let someone else take it off my hands," he gave a heavy sigh, "but my dad was just so proud, ya know? I didn't have the heart to 'intentionally' lose, I didn't want to dissopoint him."

"It's just one of those things you start as a fun hobby, only for it to turn into a depressing job of sorts, ya know?" Finishing a third shirt, rolling it and tucking it into the kit, he tucked the scissors in place. "I think we're done with these, now we need something to clean wouns with, cause I dont see anything with that value here." he murmured.