It wasn't his first time, but the ninpo held him together, be it tentatively. He couldn't do much without seeming to glitch in place, like static on a TV and losing solidity. The last week had been the teenager struggling to retain some semblance of stability with no real luck. Something was wrong, and Peter's own magic was jagged and broken in places. The threads worn thin and tattered in spaces. The rest of the Hamato family's magic kept him present.
Peter being between spaces meant drastic measures had to be taken. Given he was still here by magic, magic should help as far as anyone could guess.
"There is no guarantee this will work, I hope you know." Had been Draxum's warning. Not that it really stayed with Leonardo. There was one thing the Hamato family was known for, it was innate stubbornness. Once one of them set onto something they tenaciously chased after it.
May hovered nervously in the background with the rest of the family as Draxum finished setting up the spell. Mikey fidgeted in place next to Raph and Donnie, both trying to help soothe him.
Peter was mostly propped up on some pillows, barely able it sit up. He had given his consent, wanting to see if this could help.
Given his lack of stability, Draxum had insisted on one thing. Only one of them could go. It wasn't a surprise to any of them that Leo stepped up quickly, immediately. His brothers argue with him, but there isn't much room to argue.
They need to act quickly.
Draxum checks twice before he commences the spell.
Peter smiles at Leo before the familiar blue magic overtook both of them. The energy swirls between them, sharp and new. A tug and Leo will find himself weightless falling between spaces.
Only to find himself standing outside of an old brownstone apartment complex. The door is ajar, a warm light glowing from within.
A gentle rain pattered down against his shell. The air is crisp, cool. A slight breeze picks up as the sky overhead darkens slowly. Leaves rustle on a nearby tree across from the apartment complex's entry. Puddles are forming on the sidewalk around him.
The sidewalk is silent, and the street seems to stop at this block, smudged by the rain. A faded part of what Peter likely remembers. The further out one looks from the building, the more indistinct it becomes.
The air is quiet, calm, the threat of a storm only distant for now.
Something lingers at the ajar door, a silhouette before its gone.]
Mindscape/Heartgame
It wasn't his first time, but the ninpo held him together, be it tentatively. He couldn't do much without seeming to glitch in place, like static on a TV and losing solidity. The last week had been the teenager struggling to retain some semblance of stability with no real luck. Something was wrong, and Peter's own magic was jagged and broken in places. The threads worn thin and tattered in spaces. The rest of the Hamato family's magic kept him present.
Peter being between spaces meant drastic measures had to be taken. Given he was still here by magic, magic should help as far as anyone could guess.
"There is no guarantee this will work, I hope you know." Had been Draxum's warning. Not that it really stayed with Leonardo. There was one thing the Hamato family was known for, it was innate stubbornness. Once one of them set onto something they tenaciously chased after it.
May hovered nervously in the background with the rest of the family as Draxum finished setting up the spell. Mikey fidgeted in place next to Raph and Donnie, both trying to help soothe him.
Peter was mostly propped up on some pillows, barely able it sit up. He had given his consent, wanting to see if this could help.
Given his lack of stability, Draxum had insisted on one thing. Only one of them could go. It wasn't a surprise to any of them that Leo stepped up quickly, immediately. His brothers argue with him, but there isn't much room to argue.
They need to act quickly.
Draxum checks twice before he commences the spell.
Peter smiles at Leo before the familiar blue magic overtook both of them. The energy swirls between them, sharp and new. A tug and Leo will find himself weightless falling between spaces.
Only to find himself standing outside of an old brownstone apartment complex. The door is ajar, a warm light glowing from within.
A gentle rain pattered down against his shell. The air is crisp, cool. A slight breeze picks up as the sky overhead darkens slowly. Leaves rustle on a nearby tree across from the apartment complex's entry. Puddles are forming on the sidewalk around him.
The sidewalk is silent, and the street seems to stop at this block, smudged by the rain. A faded part of what Peter likely remembers. The further out one looks from the building, the more indistinct it becomes.
The air is quiet, calm, the threat of a storm only distant for now.
Something lingers at the ajar door, a silhouette before its gone.]