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003 - A Body in Motion Stays in Motion
There's always room for improvement. This isn't any new realization so much as a long established fact. It seems that with ever mission and undertaking that Donnie goes through, he finds there's just so much more he doesn't know, or that he can get better at.
Truthfully the past month's left him a bit strained, or at least that's how he's felt. Maybe it's because of the raid, maybe the mission. Maybe the encounter with that horrible duchess. He doesn't know. The previous month had been busier than he'd expected, leaving him no time to go and see if his family was still where he knew them to be, but then he'd been reluctant to check after the address from the Emperor.
He's been restless, always seeking distractions, and with the Corsairs there at least never seems to be a lack for things to do. Repairs to be seen to, new ideas to be drafted and crafted. Upgrades to apply.
I. Armory A
The Armory's a normal haunt for him. He's made progress on the repairs for the Armor he'd scavenged some months back and he's eager to test it out. While he can't do any flying inside, he can at least run through movements, and with the lighter build, it makes it a bit easier to execute more natural moves.
While typically a Feder isn't armed with a polearm, for mobility testing purposes, Donnie's borrowed a spear from a Lanze. It's difficult to pull off the same maneuvers he would with his own staff, but sticking to more basic motions, he tests response times and range of movement, putting the sleek armor through a few drills.
II. Armory B
Perhaps you come across the turtlekin when he's at a workbench, carefully crafting the settings for some very small ether stones. His ENC bracer's currently being used as a paperweight atop one of many schematics he's drawn up, and off to one side his staff rests in its separate sections, along with its normally hidden internal mechanisms. Is that a grappling hook? And the slim knife is certainly a new edition.
As usual he's caught up in his work, not at all meaning to be rude towards any visitors, but you'll have to excuse him for not noticing you there. He also tends to wear his earmuffs tight when in the Armory since it gets loud.
III. Training Rooms
The training dummy before him has seen better days. Unfortunately, as a training dummy, it doesn't have much options for better days, and the rooms have seen plenty more use of late. Today's no exception, and the green lad in the purple mask isn't holding back on his strikes.
A dull metal ring echoes with each hit he makes with his staff, leaving indentations on the dummy between each spin and thrust. He's not sure how long he's been beating up on the thing, but it's a quick way to expend some restless energy. Maybe he's been at it too long, or maybe he just hit the thing too hard, but there's a clang as the titanium staff's slipped from his hands and fallen to the floor, rolling off some ways.
IV. Free Play
((OOC: Need him for anything else or want to do something elsewhere in the Vault? Insert option here!))
Truthfully the past month's left him a bit strained, or at least that's how he's felt. Maybe it's because of the raid, maybe the mission. Maybe the encounter with that horrible duchess. He doesn't know. The previous month had been busier than he'd expected, leaving him no time to go and see if his family was still where he knew them to be, but then he'd been reluctant to check after the address from the Emperor.
He's been restless, always seeking distractions, and with the Corsairs there at least never seems to be a lack for things to do. Repairs to be seen to, new ideas to be drafted and crafted. Upgrades to apply.
I. Armory A
The Armory's a normal haunt for him. He's made progress on the repairs for the Armor he'd scavenged some months back and he's eager to test it out. While he can't do any flying inside, he can at least run through movements, and with the lighter build, it makes it a bit easier to execute more natural moves.
While typically a Feder isn't armed with a polearm, for mobility testing purposes, Donnie's borrowed a spear from a Lanze. It's difficult to pull off the same maneuvers he would with his own staff, but sticking to more basic motions, he tests response times and range of movement, putting the sleek armor through a few drills.
II. Armory B
Perhaps you come across the turtlekin when he's at a workbench, carefully crafting the settings for some very small ether stones. His ENC bracer's currently being used as a paperweight atop one of many schematics he's drawn up, and off to one side his staff rests in its separate sections, along with its normally hidden internal mechanisms. Is that a grappling hook? And the slim knife is certainly a new edition.
As usual he's caught up in his work, not at all meaning to be rude towards any visitors, but you'll have to excuse him for not noticing you there. He also tends to wear his earmuffs tight when in the Armory since it gets loud.
III. Training Rooms
The training dummy before him has seen better days. Unfortunately, as a training dummy, it doesn't have much options for better days, and the rooms have seen plenty more use of late. Today's no exception, and the green lad in the purple mask isn't holding back on his strikes.
A dull metal ring echoes with each hit he makes with his staff, leaving indentations on the dummy between each spin and thrust. He's not sure how long he's been beating up on the thing, but it's a quick way to expend some restless energy. Maybe he's been at it too long, or maybe he just hit the thing too hard, but there's a clang as the titanium staff's slipped from his hands and fallen to the floor, rolling off some ways.
IV. Free Play
((OOC: Need him for anything else or want to do something elsewhere in the Vault? Insert option here!))
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Having the small distractions help him through the process. Help him be a presence for Donnie. Saying that he has an airship doesn't hurt, either, allowing the larger turtle to perk at that.
"'Course you have an airship. If it pans out that way, yours will be the first," he grins.
Raph waits once they get to the room, somewhat cautiously stepping into the space. "Wow. It's..."
Empty. Spartan, more like. Missing Valuable Key Components that would make it a Donnie room.
"...Very tidy!" he chimes, not wanting to hurt the other's feelings. "Simple is nice."
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Donnie does look a bit excited about being the first to show Raph an airship if such works out, but he supposes there's no helping for it if it turns out his brother ends up shipping out on one sooner than later. But still, at least he'd be able to show him around and be familiarized with the parts and areas of one. You don't get that luxury when you're suddenly on a mission.
He tries not to look too anxiously at Raph as his big not!brother takes in the room. And then he smiles brightly, because yes, his room is very tidy, thank you for noticing! And it is pretty simple, he can't really disagree there, but it's not like he owns much, or has much money for things. Salvage still makes up most of his belongings, but he's very particular about the things he keeps and collects, and most of the projects in the works are things meant to eventually be passed along to someone else.
"It's not that big but...I could probably make space for you if you needed a place to stay whenever you're over here. At least it's warmer in the winter. I'm not sure what your housing position is like in Flotsam. -ah, that's... If you want to, anyway. I just..." He looks towards his feet awkwardly. "Is it weird? I know you're...not..."
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Raph's going on that ship one way or another.
But yes, he's looking around, almost like he's in an exhibit. Wondering what projects Not!Donnie has been busy with since there seems to be several in different states of completion. "Jus' curious, but ever think of addin' anything to the walls? Like a picture? Maybe a peg board for your tools?"
Rows of monitors an' a whole desktop setup with LED lighting that would make a gamer quake with jealousy?, he actually doesn't voice aloud for once.
"Warm! Warm is good," he echoes, getting back into the conversation at the right moment. "'Cause it's cozy!" Wait, what? "Ahh. My housing situation's not exactly settled yet, considerin' I didn't really look into what Flotsam has to offer. But..."
Oh no, what is happening here
Slight panic in the form of a light stench comes off of him. He can't refuse this offer! It's his brother!
Why does he feel like crying???
"If you're okay with it?" It isn't supposed to sound like a question. "Not weird at all! Raph doesn't mind bein' asked. It's more of a 'this is your personal space' kind of thing an' I'd be takin' up a part of it if I stay with."
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"A pegboard might be useful though..." he considers as he looks at the blank walls. "I do most of my big projects in the Armory, but having a space for tools here doesn't sound like a bad idea."
Donnie steals a glance back up at Raph as he catches a strange whiff of...something? Is it his brother?
Did he fart??Oh, did he say something wrong? Maybe he's overthinking it again, maybe this is too soon-"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't okay with it," he says hurriedly, as though if he hesitated then the moment would be gone. Raph's concern is valid, he supposes. The smaller turtle shakes his head.
"There's still room. And I don't spend a whole lot of time in here anyway. And I know how exhausting it is after missions and things, and depending on where you come back in from, it'll be one less step to get to somewhere to rest if you need it, or to leave things.
"So...yeah. I don't mind it."
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There may be something he can do about the picture, but he'll think on it later.
He's also hoping Donnie doesn't smell him too much, but it's kind of hard not to when they're in an enclosed space.
Please don't think it's a fartBroad shoulders release some of the tension that quickly stored up in them, and he breathes a small sigh at Donnie's confirmation. "Well...okay then! Sounds good to me!" He grins lopsidedly. "Heh! Good thing I don't have too much to worry about. Moving in's gonna be a breeze."
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He should probably stop trying to analyze that smell.
Seeing his brother relax and grin back makes him relax as well. He hopes this isn't how all their interactions are going to go, up and down like how choppy the seas get after a storm.
"I'll have to see about getting more blankets and things, but we can probably set you up right there," he says, pointing to the empty space just to the side of the door and near his bed. He walks over to start pulling a couple of cushions from beside the bed to the aforementioned spot.
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Raph is already looking forward to sticking around here, watching as Donnie goes off to set things up. "Raph can rough it for now. It'll be just like camping!"
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He considers the blankets on his bed before tugging off the top cover, folding it over to bring to the Raph pile. At least it isn't as cold in the caverns with the winter season giving way to spring, and Donnie's got a heater he repaired that helps stave off the chill well enough.
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With Donnie's current living situation, Raph wants to be sure that he won't be alone any longer.
"Nah, I get that. When you're used to everyone an' everything makin' a certain level of noise, that means things are good. Nothing to worry about." Raph stretches his arms out with a big yawn, trudging a few steps over to plunk himself down on the pile Donnie set out for him. "Sorry. But! If ya want, I'll start touchin' the stuff you don't want me to touch at some point..."
Just like the dutiful big brother he is. And he says this while his eyelids droop, closing while he picks up the top blanket to snuggle under.
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When he looks back he finds his older brother-figure already dozing, a fond smile tugging at his lips. Who knows how long Raph had been wandering about today. He brushes the top of the red-bandanna'd head with a light pat before looking to his own bed.
It doesn't take Donnie much coaxing to decide he should turn in as well. He slips out of his jacket, dropping it on the floor before adding his legwear and goggles to the pile. Already he feels himself drifting once he flops down on the bed, sighing as his eyes close, a faint smile still on his face as for once, he feels some strange sense of ease.