To think he would have gotten better at navigating the underground after roughly a month's passing...
"I know the sewers like the back of my hand," Raphael grumbles. "This should've been cake by now..."
After hearing about Donnie from Shu, Raph's main objective (aside from lending a hand wherever he could) was to seek his brother out.
His not-brother. The brother who should be hidden away in a science lab that didn't really exist in a place like this. Instead of seeing it as a dead-end, he thought of other similar places his turtle brother would reside — places which were straightforward, but still ways away from each other.
On the other hand, his grasp on the language fares somewhat better than it used to be; despite having several hiccups in trying to mime a book to two civilians because he conveniently forgot the word 'library' in the moment, he's able to ask about Donnie's current whereabouts — and somehow not finding anyone resembling him once he gets there. This happens more times than he expects it to, leaving him to wander almost everywhere to be sure he hasn't missed anything. And he probably would have done it one more time if he didn't looped into helping with a project within the subterranean farms (since he couldn't say no in the first place).
His frustrations eventually wane after doing plenty of heavy lifting and receiving the gratitude of those who don't have to worry about doing as much work for the day, heading off to try another round of searching before giving up and finding something to eat. In doing so, he almost overlooks the vines and purple flowers climbing the rocks along the path he strides; it takes some backtracking when he registers that detail, blinking as he then follows them into the smallish nook within the carved out stone walls.
Purple. Different kinds of purple flowers surround him as he stoops to keep his head and shoulders from touching any of the plants growing within the nook. Initially he's curious about the space, but he notices the other splashes of familiar colors out of the corner of his eye.
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IV - Subterranean Farms
Date: 2025-03-10 07:20 am (UTC)"I know the sewers like the back of my hand," Raphael grumbles. "This should've been cake by now..."
After hearing about Donnie from Shu, Raph's main objective (aside from lending a hand wherever he could) was to seek his brother out.
His not-brother. The brother who should be hidden away in a science lab that didn't really exist in a place like this. Instead of seeing it as a dead-end, he thought of other similar places his turtle brother would reside — places which were straightforward, but still ways away from each other.
On the other hand, his grasp on the language fares somewhat better than it used to be; despite having several hiccups in trying to mime a book to two civilians because he conveniently forgot the word 'library' in the moment, he's able to ask about Donnie's current whereabouts — and somehow not finding anyone resembling him once he gets there. This happens more times than he expects it to, leaving him to wander almost everywhere to be sure he hasn't missed anything. And he probably would have done it one more time if he didn't looped into helping with a project within the subterranean farms (since he couldn't say no in the first place).
His frustrations eventually wane after doing plenty of heavy lifting and receiving the gratitude of those who don't have to worry about doing as much work for the day, heading off to try another round of searching before giving up and finding something to eat. In doing so, he almost overlooks the vines and purple flowers climbing the rocks along the path he strides; it takes some backtracking when he registers that detail, blinking as he then follows them into the smallish nook within the carved out stone walls.
Purple. Different kinds of purple flowers surround him as he stoops to keep his head and shoulders from touching any of the plants growing within the nook. Initially he's curious about the space, but he notices the other splashes of familiar colors out of the corner of his eye.
Orange. Blue. Red.
"...Waitaminute..."