[ Raph had to take a minute to do a lil Controlled Breathing For Anger Management Purposes re: the skeletons of the mind, but now he is here. Minor detour. What is WITH this guy and disrespected skeletons.
He will grab the staff with a hand. Like, he's gonna hope that's cool to do instead of trying to sit on it wholesale. ]
[As Donnie shines the light around at the goop he'll find a darker spot.
You ever have that chocolate bunny that's hollow, and then a corner of its head caves in? It's sort of like that. Except the chocolate is a dark, hard shell, and where the head caved in, there's a flash of green and red. But the entire shell is half-buried in the goop,, the entire mass and Krang-tentacles keeping it held in place at this height, and long strands of dark goop that hoisted him there to start with.]
[ SO THE THING IS THAT THAT'S BAD. ACTUALLY. EXTREMELY. ]
Lookin' for precise and efficient, guys!
[ He feels like grabbing a big mass of dried up shell goop stuff with a giant-ass mystic hand could maybe do fast but not be the most precise or efficient. Or, uh. Safe. For those in fragile states potentially contained within.
The being-handed-a-blade thing is making way more sense right now. ]
[That twenty percent is filling in slowly, but surely in the worst way, but]
[He is not surprised.]
[His resolve builds and he drops from the staff, the hover pack forming.] Raph, get ready to catch. [Then the buzzing of the saw activates and he goes to cut through the strands holding up Leo.]
[Those strings are cut easy enough! But as he's free and the weight of Leo and the shell about to fall, the Krang flesh around him tightens its hold, wrapping around him tighter. But even with the motion and the noise, Leo still doesn't react.]
[ Hunter's dismay is total as he sees the flesh just wrap around him tighter. It's too much for him to witness, and even worse for him to consider Leo's probable perspective in this. It's been too LONG. Hunter can't bear this another moment.
There's a tense, and - oh yeah, bad decision time - ]
He can't stay in there! We - we have to get him out!
[ And he dives off the staff, aiming to tackle Leo right through the center of all that muck. After that? It gets harder. But he is going to TRY to flare his wavering connection to the ninpo and blink back down to the floor of the chamber. ]
[The Krang flesh tries to latch on to Hunter, but quick as a flash, he blinks both himself and encased Leo down to the floor. Coin toss went in favor this time.]
[ Inside of Raph are two wolves. One is going "the fact that there's not a bad guy in here right now giving a bad guy speech despite all you've heard about him is extremely suspicious." One is chanting "HELP LITTLE BROTHER" very loudly and urgently bc it's a full horror movie in here.
Neither of them understands the situational reference. Both of them agree that closer to brothers is better than in the air. It's the easiest self-argument he's had all week.
So after being lowered to a certain point, he'll toss Flapjack a lil salute and straight up let himself drop the rest of the way. HERE HE COME. ]
[The good news here is: they did successfully get Leonardo out of the Kranglos goop and down to the floor with no incident.
The bad news is: not only is he still covered in the hardened shell, but now the upstairs neighbors are awake. Unfortunate, really, when all the eyes around focus down on the trio.
All it takes is the blink of an eye before the fleshy mess extends out tendrils and pillars of ooze, aiming to hit something, anything with how many there are - a veritable rainstorm of force in the form of strong tentacles shooting out at them all.]
[ RAPH. PLEASE. Flapjack would have brought you down!!
But here's Hunter doing a swan dive so actually the cardinal is not impressed with anyone right now. He converts back to a bird and flutters back down to perch on Hunter's shoulder. Just in time too: the tentacles shoot down around Hunter, forcing him down to the ground and binding him there. He struggles against it. One blink with the ninpo was hard enough; he flickers gold as he tries to do it again without Flapjack in staff form. ]
[Okay, that might actually be in their favor right now.]
Hunter!
[He drops down the last few feet, the laser cutting away the tentacles that go for him, and as he lands beside Hunter and Leo, he brings it up to cut through the ones on Hunter.]
Start embracing that trust, Hunter, there's a lot of power there!
[A barrage is dangerous. A barrage can start wearing them out when they need to deal with Belos.]
[But he knows those eyes-]
[
The eye found them, the tentacles he couldn't stop came, the white hot pain through his back-
]
[He holds out his staff to the side, the parts coming together to form a MLRS, the square, boxy shape with multiple missiles.]
[And he's going to put that Extra Something into the fabrication before he fires off the missiles.]
It goes off. The missiles Donnie fabricates has the usual purple color to it, with blue cores in their centers before they fire off. With so many, it's hard to miss anything that's in the way, and they hit all the pillars of flesh.
But the real thing that happens is that blue - that Extra Something - goes off too. Blue electricity sparks wildly as the missiles hit, tracing up and to the sources, the goop all along the wall and ceilings. There's a second, larger explosion as the blue spreads across the roof and walls of this section of the pit, clearing out all of the Krang and Belos goop in a rather spectacular electric blue light show.]
[ the tentacles fall away from Hunter in droves; he kicks away what few linger, squashing them with the soles of his boots. It’s okay. It’s okay! He’s not infected , Leo is here, they might have won?
And then someone laughs from above them. A slender web of green-black strands begins to lower from the ceiling, with one all too familiar figure at its center. Belos, going full on cliche supervillain, gives the three of them a slow clap. The metal gold of his gauntlets clink in the relative silence following the explosion. ]
“Well. Aren’t you causing a mess.”
[ Below Belos, Hunter freezes, immediately having a panic attack. ]
[...and this is why you save your special buffs for the boss battle, children.]
Ha! Leave it to Nardo to have a sense of style. [Listen, he can appreciate his twin for enabling his love for destruction. He has a manic grin at the sight because its always so satisfying to cause widespread damage to something that super deserved it.]
[But of course, the grin fades when Belos appears.]
[He looks to Leo, then to Belos. He puts a hand to Hunter's shoulder, squeezing it.] Raph, getting Leo out will take precision tools and we're likely going to need him to fully get this demon out.
Remember what we talked about? Got about ninety-five now.
[And as much as he wants to Hurt Belos-]
[Leo is the priority and he thinks he knows what to do.]
Raph personally does not lose his grin when Belos makes his spooky grand entrance. He's been wondering how target-shaped Belos is this whole time. The answer is: very.
What he's hearing is "precision tools" and "we'll need Leo after the precision tools get him out" so the math on that is obviously "so stay between us and this gross-ass old dude because you're not precision tools or a convoluted plan." Obviously. ]
It's your show, little brother. [ He'll trust that. He does trust that. ] Raph'll be the opener.
[ YEET off he goes again. Head empty no thoughts wanna try to punch Belos very hard with a giant mystic fist.
Also he is bringing Hunter with him. Welcome to baby possum mode inside the big red family gundam. He will defend you with his life. ]
[ Hunter is now? A baby possum?? Complete with confused scrabbling and hissing when the protection snaps him out of his initial panic. ]
—- I’m okay! I can handle this! He’s my uncle, so -
[ Belos is getting punched SQUARE in the face. It’s a satisfying noise! So much squish! The fist goes through him in fact? He splatters ALL over the place.
And then he reforms on top of Raph’s energy construct, seemingly unharmed. He paces on top of it, feet sticking via goop. He clicks his tongue. ]
“How boorish of you. I thought you would be more flexible in a setting like this.”
[ The entire pit seems to rock back and forth, as if being rattled by giant footsteps. ]
“No wonder it took you this long to even attempt a rescue.”
You go, Raph, show him what a healthy big brother relationship looks like. [Offers him a thumbs up and let's Hunter be taken away. He trusts Raph to keep Hunter safe.]
[He turns to Leo and kneeks beside him, looking over the cocoin. He tunes out Belos' guilt trip. That doesn't matter right now. His focus is on Leo.]
Really would be nice if you woke up now, Nardo. [He pulls up the laser, and starts cutting away chunks, careful to not get too closer to where his body probably is, just until he can see better hints if it.] You know, I've been thinking a lot about trust lately.
[Breathe in. Slice. Breathe out. Slice. Focus, focus, FOCUS]
[That cocoon shell isn't giving any problems to the laser. It's pretty tight work though, like the goop was literally dripped onto him and hardened that way.
It did, but they weren't there for it. As more and more pieces of the shell fall away, it's clear where those strings that they cut went to: wrapped around his arms, legs, and neck, cutting deep into the flesh and muscle. The other visible problem being... anywhere the goop touched skin is burn scarred, that same kind of acidic burn Belos gave him during the Death by Destiny fight. All over his face except the small bit around one eye that was left uncovered, his neck, his chest and arms. But so far, no issue slicing it all off.]
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[Since Raph is an absolute unit.]
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He will grab the staff with a hand. Like, he's gonna hope that's cool to do instead of trying to sit on it wholesale. ]
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If Leo is in there, get him to the ground and give him space.
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You ever have that chocolate bunny that's hollow, and then a corner of its head caves in? It's sort of like that. Except the chocolate is a dark, hard shell, and where the head caved in, there's a flash of green and red. But the entire shell is half-buried in the goop,, the entire mass and Krang-tentacles keeping it held in place at this height, and long strands of dark goop that hoisted him there to start with.]
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Lookin' for precise and efficient, guys!
[ He feels like grabbing a big mass of dried up shell goop stuff with a giant-ass mystic hand could maybe do fast but not be the most precise or efficient. Or, uh. Safe. For those in fragile states potentially contained within.
The being-handed-a-blade thing is making way more sense right now. ]
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R - right! I - Titan, this is bad --
[ But he is gonna toss a ninja star at one of the strands. ]
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[He is not surprised.]
[His resolve builds and he drops from the staff, the hover pack forming.] Raph, get ready to catch. [Then the buzzing of the saw activates and he goes to cut through the strands holding up Leo.]
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There's a tense, and - oh yeah, bad decision time - ]
He can't stay in there! We - we have to get him out!
[ And he dives off the staff, aiming to tackle Leo right through the center of all that muck. After that? It gets harder. But he is going to TRY to flare his wavering connection to the ninpo and blink back down to the floor of the chamber. ]
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[Calm, calm, just get him out, he expect-]
Hunter?!
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I've got him! Down here!
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Hunter, give him space!
[There is panic because he isn't sure it's that easy.]
[He's almost certain it's not.]
Flapjack, bring down Raph! [He's dropping down quickly.]
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Neither of them understands the situational reference. Both of them agree that closer to brothers is better than in the air. It's the easiest self-argument he's had all week.
So after being lowered to a certain point, he'll toss Flapjack a lil salute and straight up let himself drop the rest of the way. HERE HE COME. ]
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The bad news is: not only is he still covered in the hardened shell, but now the upstairs neighbors are awake. Unfortunate, really, when all the eyes around focus down on the trio.
All it takes is the blink of an eye before the fleshy mess extends out tendrils and pillars of ooze, aiming to hit something, anything with how many there are - a veritable rainstorm of force in the form of strong tentacles shooting out at them all.]
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But here's Hunter doing a swan dive so actually the cardinal is not impressed with anyone right now. He converts back to a bird and flutters back down to perch on Hunter's shoulder. Just in time too: the tentacles shoot down around Hunter, forcing him down to the ground and binding him there. He struggles against it. One blink with the ninpo was hard enough; he flickers gold as he tries to do it again without Flapjack in staff form. ]
Let go -- !
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[He's still in a cocoon state?]
[Okay, that might actually be in their favor right now.]
Hunter!
[He drops down the last few feet, the laser cutting away the tentacles that go for him, and as he lands beside Hunter and Leo, he brings it up to cut through the ones on Hunter.]
Start embracing that trust, Hunter, there's a lot of power there!
[A barrage is dangerous. A barrage can start wearing them out when they need to deal with Belos.]
[But he knows those eyes-]
[
[He holds out his staff to the side, the parts coming together to form a MLRS, the square, boxy shape with multiple missiles.]
[And he's going to put that Extra Something into the fabrication before he fires off the missiles.]
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It goes off. The missiles Donnie fabricates has the usual purple color to it, with blue cores in their centers before they fire off. With so many, it's hard to miss anything that's in the way, and they hit all the pillars of flesh.
But the real thing that happens is that blue - that Extra Something - goes off too. Blue electricity sparks wildly as the missiles hit, tracing up and to the sources, the goop all along the wall and ceilings. There's a second, larger explosion as the blue spreads across the roof and walls of this section of the pit, clearing out all of the Krang and Belos goop in a rather spectacular electric blue light show.]
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And then someone laughs from above them. A slender web of green-black strands begins to lower from the ceiling, with one all too familiar figure at its center. Belos, going full on cliche supervillain, gives the three of them a slow clap. The metal gold of his gauntlets clink in the relative silence following the explosion. ]
“Well. Aren’t you causing a mess.”
[ Below Belos, Hunter freezes, immediately having a panic attack. ]
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Ha! Leave it to Nardo to have a sense of style. [Listen, he can appreciate his twin for enabling his love for destruction. He has a manic grin at the sight because its always so satisfying to cause widespread damage to something that super deserved it.]
[But of course, the grin fades when Belos appears.]
[He looks to Leo, then to Belos. He puts a hand to Hunter's shoulder, squeezing it.] Raph, getting Leo out will take precision tools and we're likely going to need him to fully get this demon out.
Remember what we talked about? Got about ninety-five now.
[And as much as he wants to Hurt Belos-]
[Leo is the priority and he thinks he knows what to do.]
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[ Big flashy explosion? Excellent. Top tier.
Raph personally does not lose his grin when Belos makes his spooky grand entrance. He's been wondering how target-shaped Belos is this whole time. The answer is: very.
What he's hearing is "precision tools" and "we'll need Leo after the precision tools get him out" so the math on that is obviously "so stay between us and this gross-ass old dude because you're not precision tools or a convoluted plan." Obviously. ]
It's your show, little brother. [ He'll trust that. He does trust that. ] Raph'll be the opener.
[ YEET off he goes again. Head empty no thoughts wanna try to punch Belos very hard with a giant mystic fist.
Also he is bringing Hunter with him. Welcome to baby possum mode inside the big red family gundam. He will defend you with his life. ]
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—- I’m okay! I can handle this! He’s my uncle, so -
[ Belos is getting punched SQUARE in the face. It’s a satisfying noise! So much squish! The fist goes through him in fact? He splatters ALL over the place.
And then he reforms on top of Raph’s energy construct, seemingly unharmed. He paces on top of it, feet sticking via goop. He clicks his tongue. ]
“How boorish of you. I thought you would be more flexible in a setting like this.”
[ The entire pit seems to rock back and forth, as if being rattled by giant footsteps. ]
“No wonder it took you this long to even attempt a rescue.”
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[He turns to Leo and kneeks beside him, looking over the cocoin. He tunes out Belos' guilt trip. That doesn't matter right now. His focus is on Leo.]
Really would be nice if you woke up now, Nardo. [He pulls up the laser, and starts cutting away chunks, careful to not get too closer to where his body probably is, just until he can see better hints if it.] You know, I've been thinking a lot about trust lately.
[Breathe in. Slice. Breathe out. Slice. Focus, focus, FOCUS]
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It did, but they weren't there for it. As more and more pieces of the shell fall away, it's clear where those strings that they cut went to: wrapped around his arms, legs, and neck, cutting deep into the flesh and muscle. The other visible problem being... anywhere the goop touched skin is burn scarred, that same kind of acidic burn Belos gave him during the Death by Destiny fight. All over his face except the small bit around one eye that was left uncovered, his neck, his chest and arms. But so far, no issue slicing it all off.]
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