[ The vines ... DO stop after a moment? But that's because something else is striding towards him out of the storm. SomeONE else, with a familiar silhouette, but an unfamiliar gold mask on his face. His movements are horribly jerky, like stop motion gone wrong, but he gestures with a gold staff that has a red gem on top.
Sparks race across Robo-Raph, slowing him down; he points the staff at Leo next. ]
It's a shame you two forced yourselves in here. Now I can't let you leave.
[ ... Meanwhile, the vines holding Hunter down reach out for Donnie now that he's close. They squeeze any limb they can get ahold of, trying to pull him down into the muck right down alongside Hunter.
Hunter himself remains limp and cold; the caustic mud is up to his chin. ]
[Robo Raph is slowed, but as long as he can move, he's going to keep trying. Putting both hands on the bridge to stabilize it until there are more vines to rip away.]
[Tendrils crawling, gripping, burning up along his arms digging in, setting his nerves on fire, images flashing through his mind Kraang Leo Raph the city the prison dimension]
[He swallows back the bile burning at the back of his throat.]
[He glances to the side, at the voice.] Guard-
[Then he's yanked down and his head snaps to Hunter. No. Leo has it.]
Come on, Hunter. You need to wake up. Remember, its a lot better if you're able to help take control yourself. But I'm here to help you. You trusted me to help, remember?
[He can feel his legs sinking into the muck, feels the crawling sensation up his arms, but he refuses to let go of Hunter. He won't. He can't. This is his friend, this is his new brother, and he said it. He said he would help, keep him safe, and he was going to protect him.]
[The staff makes it easier. But he knows he doesn't need it. He's done it before and he can do it again.]
[Purple forms at his back, the jetpack forming with streaks of blue, activating to pull against the vines, to keep him from sinking, the cracks along his arms beginning to glow as steel cables extend out from his battle shell with streaks of orange to wrap around his arms and around Hunter.]
[Ninpo thrumming through the constructs as he focuses on protecting Hunter and trying to reach out to him, to connect to him.]
[ Meanwhile, Leo's still stuck fighting vines. They slow, at least, as he cuts them down (and Robo Raph tears some to shreds), but the real danger is that lanky figure. Guard circles Leo at first, considering that sword and Leo's speed. Again his movement seem to stutter - especially when he blinks forward abruptly, aiming a bolt of lighting at Leo's back. ]
Protect them? Who promised that? That doesn't sound like me at all.
[ As he passes, though ... Leo may catch a glimpse of tiny threads of slime clinging to Guard's limbs and joints. Under those threads, Guard is tense, muscles clenched, trying to resist being pulled around like this.
On Donatello's side, the cables arc out and secure themselves. Most importantly, the light of the Hamato ninpo illuminates the dreary forest, despite the storm going on all around them. For a moment it seems like Hunter might slip out of his grip anyway - his face dips below the surface of the mud -
And then the connection locks in. Hunter gasps - chokes on mud - and then begins to struggle again, clinging to the cables and straining to haul himself up by them. ]
[And then he lets out a pained noise at that electric spark; his shell taking most of the hit and feeling it dance across his back before it sputters out. Oh thank god he's a turtle. That would have been way worse. Still painful as hell though but he sees it. For that split second, he can see the threads.
He does a quick look around and gets a running start toward Guard. Just as he gets within melee range, he portals himself through and appears behind Guard, swinging wide to try and catch whatever threads he can.]
[Robo Raph is doing his best. Maintaining that connection, ripping away vines as best he can. Arms able to extend as least a few feet to tear away at ones farther away, give Leo more breathing room to work with Guard.]
Hunter! Hunter, there you are! Come on, I need you to fight right now. Focus on your connections. Me, Leo, Flapjack, Mouse, your friends from home. You want to go to them, right? Its like what we did before and the theory worked, remember?
[Focusing on much the same he's telling Hunter too. Tugging at that warmth at his core. Leo will give them time. He won't fail, and he knows Hunter, knows he can do this. His grip tightens on Hunter's arms, and there's purple at his hands, the same glyph as on the crystal forming in his hands, where he's connected to Hunter.]
We're here to help you. We want you to come back. You're our family now, so trust us. [He tugs at that warmth, that trust he has in his family, in his brother, in Hunter, and he pushes, moves it through his hands, through the cracks that burn on his arms, and into the glyphs, pushing to give that warmth and the power and that love into Hunter.]
[ Leo's sword swings beautifully through half the strands; Guard sags bodily on his left side for a moment as the force of the blow leaves him staggered. Then all of a sudden he's a whirlwind of struggle. Not necessarily against Leo - although that is happening too - but against himself. His left hand struggles against his right one, trying to prevent himself from aiming his staff at Leo again. ]
I - p-promised -
[ This time, the staff motion produces several sharp spikes, all aimed at Leo's torso. It's clumsier than the previous lightning strike, but still dangerous.
Meanwhile, Hunter struggles out of the mud a little further. That multicolored glow seems to settle in his skin, arcing up his arms and giving him just that little bit more power he needs to fight back. It's warm. It feels good, it feels like ...
(He needs to take a deep breath and trust Donnie. After all, the turtle is right: they've done this before.)
He lets out a wordless yell and hauls himself upwards. Out he comes out of the mud; he sprawls with that same multi-colored glow around him, weak for a moment, but regaining strength as the colors settle in. They begin to spread from around the two of them, forcing the green-black slime to retreat wherever it touches. ]
[As soon as Leo sees the spikes, he tries to move. Too worried about possibly hurting Guard in here, and a few of them slide through the side of his plastron and going in deep.
Doesn't matter. Ignore the pain, ignore the warmth oozing down (oozing, not dripping, but thick and viscous and darker red than it should be) because this is just a mental space. It's not his physical body so who cares, he can do this.]
Come on, Guard! Fight it, you can do this. Hunter needs you, your friends need you.
[He hears the yell though, shoots a glance back toward Donnie and Hunter and sees that glow, his own flickering faintly blue from the bridge to match.]
[Donnie feels it when they rocket up as there's suddenly no more resistance to the thrust of his jetpack, cutting the thrust to a hover as they reach the top of the trees. His arms wrap around Hunter, keeping his close, ignoring any of the burning mud.]
[Keep his family safe. Pain can be ignored while he does that.]
[The energy dances around them, mostly purple, but streaks of blue, red, orange intermixed, as he keeps pushing energy into Hunter. To help him recover, to keep him together, to give him the power to keep fighting.]
Leo!
[His head whips around to look for his twin and he breathes in sharply.]
[He pulls his staff off his back and holds it out to Hunter.] Mystic weapon and you have power in your head. [He looks to the bridge. There's blue and purple light still.] Raph! Disarm!
[And he's going to throw more power into the construct, try and overcome the spell by pushing Raph to be faster. More machine parts forming, adding on to the figure, increase the stress the servos can take, make it stronger, push for more speed.]
[The Robo Raph lets go of the bridge and turns to the fight, pushing to get closer as new parts are added, and more is added to the pneumatic pressure in his arms as they shoot out when he's in range to try and grab that staff away.]
[ Guard struggles with the slime strings again, forcing his arm down. At the same time, Robo Ralph makes his move - and grabs the staff out of Guard’s faltering grip. The spikes around Leo recede as Guard’s grip is broken.
Meanwhile, Hunter is becoming more solid the more energy Donnie pushes into him. He takes the staff offered, achingly slow at first. But Donnie is right, isn’t he? This is HIS head. He SHOULD have the most power here.
Hunter lets out a yell and swings the staff out at the slime infested trees. Gold light crackles all through them - crackles through Guard too - and forces more of the awful muck to recede.
It’s not calm - the storm rages even harder around them - but there is an opportunity here. The turtles have a chance to strike back, hard. ]
[The noise he makes is gross and wet and pained when the spikes recede, and Leo falls to one knee holding the side that got hit. But he looks up whe nhe hears, feels, Hunter waking up and getting out.]
Good, good, come on, keep going.
[And he looks back at Guard.] You too! [And throws his sword at Guard's right side.] You're almost there, come on!
[Its hard to be sure what is and is not safe to shoot at a head space, but Hunter is now on the attack. He knows what needs to be hit.]
[(The best thing would be Leo being allowed to leave here and recover. He knows Leo can push through the pain too. Trusts Leo to see this through.)]
[Finish the fight.]
[He holds up the hand that isn't wrapped around Hunter, energy crackling up his arm as machine parts pop into existence, slot together with clinking metal, and electronic beeps as an arsenal of laser cannons form above them. His eyes follow Hunter's path, looking for more of the slime and muck, the barrage of energy firing from the cannons to follow up Hunters own attack to hit them harder.]
[ Leo’s sword slices through the last of Guard’s puppet strings; he collapses down on one knee for a moment as he struggles to recover. He’s free at least - somewhere in the forest Belos howls in rage —-
Meanwhile, Donnie’s cannons rip through the muck. Wherever his violet light touches, the corruption dissolves into motes of light. Hunter is moving quickly himself, teleporting this way and that way to catch any fleeing tidbits with a blast of gold. Between the two of them - and Leo having freed the guard - the tide is turning now.
Instead, the last pieces of corruption try one last desperate effort. They merge into a slimy effigy of Hunter and try to barrel past Leo, heading for the bridge. ]
[All right. That's good, that's progress, that's something but it's not everything yet.
He sees what's happening, cannot possibly ignore the sound of all the cannons. That's Donnie, that's his brother
(It twists, that familial warmth, into pain, his brother protecting the NEW brother and not his twin-)
Leo breaks off two pieces of bridge as the slime-Hunter starts to go past him.]
No, you don't-
[He did this trick once. It worked, but it had been the end. This time they're all here, this time he has his swords- He can do this again. He slams himself against the slime, gritting his teeth against the burning and slams one sword into it, throwing the other sword to Donnie and Hunter's direction.]
Incoming! [And with a crackle of blue electricity, he portals them both to the air space in front of Donatello and Hunter.]
[Robo Raph moves to block off the bridge, to be sure nothing gets through. Protect the connection was his first order.]
[Leo's shouting. They missed something-]
[But Leo saw it.]
Hunter, precise target! [The cannons condensing down to an arm cannon. Power and precision because Leo will be there. All while he turns to that familiar sound, a staticy woosh, the bright light.]
[He aims as the two fingers appear, aims for what isn't blue and that particular green, feels the heat of the cannon ramp up, almost burning his own skin because who needs safety settings in the mind space when there is an evil uncle to destroy? Whatever gives more power is worth it.]
[ The portal drops both Leo and slime Hunter (Slimer??) right in the line of fire. He gets one moment for his glowing blue eyes to go wide before Donnie fires.
That’s a lot of firepower. It BLASTS through the slime, sending tidbits everywhere. Hunter finishes them off with little ripples of gold light - and Guard himself squelches the very last one with a trembling hand freed from its strings.
The storm quiets. The trees are damaged, but no longer corrupted. And that bridge still glows bright behind them. ]
[The minute he hears the heat ramping up, soon as he's through the portal, Leo lets go. Drops and rolls into a run as fast as he can out of the way until he falls face first into the ground holding his side, his front. Everything hurts, even in this mind scape.
But he looks up to see the gold and purple vibrant and tinting the landscape around them.
From where he lays on the ground, he grins and shoots them a thumbs up.]
[His arm is shaking. There are acid burns all up and down his arms. It hurts.]
[But the storm is gone. The trees are just a normal level of spooky. Hunter is up. Guard looks weak and shaken, but not hurt.]
Raph, check Guard.
[Robo Raph will move over to Guard, bringing his feeling of Safety, and see if he's in any dire need of help that Donnie needed to be alerted to.]
[Donnie flies over to Leo, dropping down to the ground. That is not a good injury, what does that MEAN in a mindscape, he doesn't know, is it like when they were in dad's and injuries transferred, or is it different-]
[He lands beside Leo and his hands go out to his shoulder, the Ninpo is still thrumming through him, and he'll push more towards Leo. Hoping it'll help stabilize him, make it not so bad, something-]
[ Guard sits up slowly with Robo Raph’s help. His mask has cracked and fallen to pieces, but he seems unhurt. Just weak and exhausted. There’s nothing critical that needs their help; in fact, Hunter himself is kneeling next to Guard to look him over for injuries himself. The grimwalker brothers have this corner taken care of for now, so Donnie and Leo can focus on theirs. ]
[His entire front burned from holding on to Slimer to make sure he didn't get away from Leo, his side bleeding that same dark red from the spikes. But Leo looks up at Donnie, then past him at the grimwalker brothers.]
[Donnie looks over his shoulder. There's a thumbs up from Robo Raph.]
[He let's out a breath and looks over to Leo.] Okay for now. Not full of holes like you. [He gives him a wobbly smile, that's definitely more 'stressed out and about to not keep it together' than anything.]
[Curse his inability to use mystic powers while feelings things, he wants to shut down-]
This is getting to be far too common a sight lately, Nardo.
Your....your blood is abnormal. Did he do something weird to you? Do you feel feverish or...poisoned somehow?
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Sparks race across Robo-Raph, slowing him down; he points the staff at Leo next. ]
It's a shame you two forced yourselves in here. Now I can't let you leave.
[ ... Meanwhile, the vines holding Hunter down reach out for Donnie now that he's close. They squeeze any limb they can get ahold of, trying to pull him down into the muck right down alongside Hunter.
Hunter himself remains limp and cold; the caustic mud is up to his chin. ]
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[But seeing Robo-Raph appear and start wrecking shop only to be immediately slowed down is not the best feeling right now.]
We're trying to help Hunter! So just let us help.
[He's still fighting off any of the vines that come near, sneaking glances back at Donnie when he can but keeping an eye on Guard here.]
You said you'd protect Mouse, Snail, and Robin's Egg, right? So do that!
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[Tendrils crawling, gripping, burning up along his arms digging in, setting his nerves on fire, images flashing through his mind Kraang Leo Raph the city the prison dimension]
[He swallows back the bile burning at the back of his throat.]
[He glances to the side, at the voice.] Guard-
[Then he's yanked down and his head snaps to Hunter. No. Leo has it.]
Come on, Hunter. You need to wake up. Remember, its a lot better if you're able to help take control yourself. But I'm here to help you. You trusted me to help, remember?
[He can feel his legs sinking into the muck, feels the crawling sensation up his arms, but he refuses to let go of Hunter. He won't. He can't. This is his friend, this is his new brother, and he said it. He said he would help, keep him safe, and he was going to protect him.]
[The staff makes it easier. But he knows he doesn't need it. He's done it before and he can do it again.]
[Purple forms at his back, the jetpack forming with streaks of blue, activating to pull against the vines, to keep him from sinking, the cracks along his arms beginning to glow as steel cables extend out from his battle shell with streaks of orange to wrap around his arms and around Hunter.]
[Ninpo thrumming through the constructs as he focuses on protecting Hunter and trying to reach out to him, to connect to him.]
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Protect them? Who promised that? That doesn't sound like me at all.
[ As he passes, though ... Leo may catch a glimpse of tiny threads of slime clinging to Guard's limbs and joints. Under those threads, Guard is tense, muscles clenched, trying to resist being pulled around like this.
On Donatello's side, the cables arc out and secure themselves. Most importantly, the light of the Hamato ninpo illuminates the dreary forest, despite the storm going on all around them. For a moment it seems like Hunter might slip out of his grip anyway - his face dips below the surface of the mud -
And then the connection locks in. Hunter gasps - chokes on mud - and then begins to struggle again, clinging to the cables and straining to haul himself up by them. ]
-- Donnie!
[ His voice is weak, but it is there. ]
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[And then he lets out a pained noise at that electric spark; his shell taking most of the hit and feeling it dance across his back before it sputters out. Oh thank god he's a turtle. That would have been way worse. Still painful as hell though but he sees it. For that split second, he can see the threads.
He does a quick look around and gets a running start toward Guard. Just as he gets within melee range, he portals himself through and appears behind Guard, swinging wide to try and catch whatever threads he can.]
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Hunter! Hunter, there you are! Come on, I need you to fight right now. Focus on your connections. Me, Leo, Flapjack, Mouse, your friends from home. You want to go to them, right? Its like what we did before and the theory worked, remember?
[Focusing on much the same he's telling Hunter too. Tugging at that warmth at his core. Leo will give them time. He won't fail, and he knows Hunter, knows he can do this. His grip tightens on Hunter's arms, and there's purple at his hands, the same glyph as on the crystal forming in his hands, where he's connected to Hunter.]
We're here to help you. We want you to come back. You're our family now, so trust us. [He tugs at that warmth, that trust he has in his family, in his brother, in Hunter, and he pushes, moves it through his hands, through the cracks that burn on his arms, and into the glyphs, pushing to give that warmth and the power and that love into Hunter.]
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I - p-promised -
[ This time, the staff motion produces several sharp spikes, all aimed at Leo's torso. It's clumsier than the previous lightning strike, but still dangerous.
Meanwhile, Hunter struggles out of the mud a little further. That multicolored glow seems to settle in his skin, arcing up his arms and giving him just that little bit more power he needs to fight back. It's warm. It feels good, it feels like ...
(He needs to take a deep breath and trust Donnie. After all, the turtle is right: they've done this before.)
He lets out a wordless yell and hauls himself upwards. Out he comes out of the mud; he sprawls with that same multi-colored glow around him, weak for a moment, but regaining strength as the colors settle in. They begin to spread from around the two of them, forcing the green-black slime to retreat wherever it touches. ]
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Doesn't matter. Ignore the pain, ignore the warmth oozing down (oozing, not dripping, but thick and viscous and darker red than it should be) because this is just a mental space. It's not his physical body so who cares, he can do this.]
Come on, Guard! Fight it, you can do this. Hunter needs you, your friends need you.
[He hears the yell though, shoots a glance back toward Donnie and Hunter and sees that glow, his own flickering faintly blue from the bridge to match.]
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[Keep his family safe. Pain can be ignored while he does that.]
[The energy dances around them, mostly purple, but streaks of blue, red, orange intermixed, as he keeps pushing energy into Hunter. To help him recover, to keep him together, to give him the power to keep fighting.]
Leo!
[His head whips around to look for his twin and he breathes in sharply.]
[He pulls his staff off his back and holds it out to Hunter.] Mystic weapon and you have power in your head. [He looks to the bridge. There's blue and purple light still.] Raph! Disarm!
[And he's going to throw more power into the construct, try and overcome the spell by pushing Raph to be faster. More machine parts forming, adding on to the figure, increase the stress the servos can take, make it stronger, push for more speed.]
[The Robo Raph lets go of the bridge and turns to the fight, pushing to get closer as new parts are added, and more is added to the pneumatic pressure in his arms as they shoot out when he's in range to try and grab that staff away.]
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[ Guard struggles with the slime strings again, forcing his arm down. At the same time, Robo Ralph makes his move - and grabs the staff out of Guard’s faltering grip. The spikes around Leo recede as Guard’s grip is broken.
Meanwhile, Hunter is becoming more solid the more energy Donnie pushes into him. He takes the staff offered, achingly slow at first. But Donnie is right, isn’t he? This is HIS head. He SHOULD have the most power here.
Hunter lets out a yell and swings the staff out at the slime infested trees. Gold light crackles all through them - crackles through Guard too - and forces more of the awful muck to recede.
It’s not calm - the storm rages even harder around them - but there is an opportunity here. The turtles have a chance to strike back, hard. ]
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Good, good, come on, keep going.
[And he looks back at Guard.] You too! [And throws his sword at Guard's right side.] You're almost there, come on!
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[(Leo's hurt)]
[Its hard to be sure what is and is not safe to shoot at a head space, but Hunter is now on the attack. He knows what needs to be hit.]
[(The best thing would be Leo being allowed to leave here and recover. He knows Leo can push through the pain too. Trusts Leo to see this through.)]
[Finish the fight.]
[He holds up the hand that isn't wrapped around Hunter, energy crackling up his arm as machine parts pop into existence, slot together with clinking metal, and electronic beeps as an arsenal of laser cannons form above them. His eyes follow Hunter's path, looking for more of the slime and muck, the barrage of energy firing from the cannons to follow up Hunters own attack to hit them harder.]
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Meanwhile, Donnie’s cannons rip through the muck. Wherever his violet light touches, the corruption dissolves into motes of light. Hunter is moving quickly himself, teleporting this way and that way to catch any fleeing tidbits with a blast of gold. Between the two of them - and Leo having freed the guard - the tide is turning now.
Instead, the last pieces of corruption try one last desperate effort. They merge into a slimy effigy of Hunter and try to barrel past Leo, heading for the bridge. ]
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He sees what's happening, cannot possibly ignore the sound of all the cannons. That's Donnie, that's his brother
(It twists, that familial warmth, into pain, his brother protecting the NEW brother and not his twin-)
Leo breaks off two pieces of bridge as the slime-Hunter starts to go past him.]
No, you don't-
[He did this trick once. It worked, but it had been the end. This time they're all here, this time he has his swords- He can do this again. He slams himself against the slime, gritting his teeth against the burning and slams one sword into it, throwing the other sword to Donnie and Hunter's direction.]
Incoming! [And with a crackle of blue electricity, he portals them both to the air space in front of Donatello and Hunter.]
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[Leo's shouting. They missed something-]
[But Leo saw it.]
Hunter, precise target! [The cannons condensing down to an arm cannon. Power and precision because Leo will be there. All while he turns to that familiar sound, a staticy woosh, the bright light.]
[He aims as the two fingers appear, aims for what isn't blue and that particular green, feels the heat of the cannon ramp up, almost burning his own skin because who needs safety settings in the mind space when there is an evil uncle to destroy? Whatever gives more power is worth it.]
[He fires.]
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That’s a lot of firepower. It BLASTS through the slime, sending tidbits everywhere. Hunter finishes them off with little ripples of gold light - and Guard himself squelches the very last one with a trembling hand freed from its strings.
The storm quiets. The trees are damaged, but no longer corrupted. And that bridge still glows bright behind them. ]
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But he looks up to see the gold and purple vibrant and tinting the landscape around them.
From where he lays on the ground, he grins and shoots them a thumbs up.]
Good job, team.
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[But the storm is gone. The trees are just a normal level of spooky. Hunter is up. Guard looks weak and shaken, but not hurt.]
Raph, check Guard.
[Robo Raph will move over to Guard, bringing his feeling of Safety, and see if he's in any dire need of help that Donnie needed to be alerted to.]
[Donnie flies over to Leo, dropping down to the ground. That is not a good injury, what does that MEAN in a mindscape, he doesn't know, is it like when they were in dad's and injuries transferred, or is it different-]
[He lands beside Leo and his hands go out to his shoulder, the Ninpo is still thrumming through him, and he'll push more towards Leo. Hoping it'll help stabilize him, make it not so bad, something-]
How bad is it?
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How are they? They're okay?
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[He let's out a breath and looks over to Leo.] Okay for now. Not full of holes like you. [He gives him a wobbly smile, that's definitely more 'stressed out and about to not keep it together' than anything.]
[Curse his inability to use mystic powers while feelings things, he wants to shut down-]
This is getting to be far too common a sight lately, Nardo.
Your....your blood is abnormal. Did he do something weird to you? Do you feel feverish or...poisoned somehow?
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[He'll start pushing himself up, to his elbow first and stop there to get his breath (does he even need to breathe here?) but shake his head.]
No, I don't feel any different. Probably just some slime or something from the storm in here.
[Annnnd up to his knee... and then on his feet.]
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[This may be an attempt to be comforting while trying not to freak out.]
[Anxiety. He dismissed something that looked strange before and look what happened to Hunter.]
[He follows along to support Leo.] I-are you sure, Leo? It seems like its leaking out of you.
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I'm sure. This is all in our minds anyway, right? Not real.
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Tell me if anything feels off when you're in your body? If this is like last time...
[The anxiety is not fading.]
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