Arcee: Brooklyn

At this point, Arcee was tuning out of the conversation, and her attention had turned more towards looking out for trouble while the group was all talking. Turns out, trouble soon came, or something she thought was trouble at first. As the black vans pulled up, she cautiously deployed one of her blaster weapons, keeping it at the ready just in case she needed to fire a warning shot.

"Optimus? Company," she cautiously warned, noticeably a little disturbed at being hemmed in by the vehicles. When a human exited one of the vehicles, she reluctantly retracted her blaster, especially due to the fact that he started talking to the two drones with familiarity.

"Human government, right?" she plainly asked, stepping forward a little towards the human to point herself out to him. At eight feet tall, she would tower over him, though not to the point that Optimus would. Perhaps it'd be an easier introduction to their kind for a human to be faced with a smaller member of her species, such as herself. "Can't say I like being fenced off. Who do you represent? The state, or the country?"

Arcee recalled a time on Cybertron when individual cities were their own autonomous states. She doubted that human civilisation had reached a point where that was widespread, but she thought it an interesting question to ask when it came to mysterious government officials.

Rivet: East Village (Furniture Store)

"Y'know... I thought that went pretty great," Rivet remarked, letting her armour retract and her weapon retreat back into telestorage. She gave a salute to the manager and the rest of the staff, before grabbing Scream's hand and lightly pulling her towards the exit. "C'mon, Scream. I think we made our point."

Subaru was taking the lead on negotiating with the store owners, which Rivet was grateful for—she doubted either she or Scream would be in a state to play nice after the stress of combat. Subaru seemed to be built different, though. She was almost too reasonable, but Rivet would pick her brain later. She instead offered Subaru a simple "Meet you outside," before continuing on with Scream until they were back on the street; Rivet leaning against the outside wall of the establishment next to the furniture store.

"Sooo, Lil' Ms. Teeth and Claws, the heck was that about? Not that I don't appreciate it," she questioned with a raise of her fuzzy eyebrow. "If there's anything you wanna tell me that you don't wanna tell Subaru, you'd better get it out quick before she finishes up in there. That or you tell us both when we're somewhere more quiet. I don't mind either way."

She pointed a finger at Scream, giving her a serious look.

"If you really think I'm gonna be mad about you going feral, think again. That stuff's normal where I'm from. I was gonna shoot that guy with a gun. My main weapon is literally a giant hammer, and I've got battle armour. Subaru... well... she might have a problem, but I don't mind. So long as you keep your head screwed on afterwards, and you don't start gutting your friends, I'm good. 'Kay?"

Edited by Enirboreh on Mar 10th 2024 at 1:22:20 PM

Scream letted out a soft sigh. Guess she has no choice but to spill the beans, after all. She seemed to be looking around as if to make sure there were no other witnesses before speaking again to Rivet.

"Fine. Just...hear us out, okay?"

Just before Rivet could speak, it seemed like Scream's monstrous face and tendril hair melted away and peeled back, revealing to the Lombax the face of a....human? One of a young human woman with purple hair, piercings on her lips and ears and who seemed somewhat tired, atleast from the eyebags she had.

"So....hey. Name's Andi. I know I may be a human, but I wasnt bullshitting you when I said I was a alien."

As if on cue right as Andi said that, a yellow and long noodle-like biomass formed from her right shoulder, before then the symbiote's toothy face appeared on it, the symbiote now having the chance to speak without it covering her host's face now.

"And I am her symbiote. Together...we are Scream. We would never, ever, hurt those that my host cherishes, such as you, but please understand that our bond is...intimate. Her joy is my joy. Her grief is my grief. Every emotion can be amplified with our bond. And if we end up united in righteous anger...it can overwhelm us both. But to hurt those we care? Never. You have our word. We can assure you that my host cherishes your kindness and compassion despite meeting you for such a short time."

"Scream, really, you don't have to go damage control mode just for me..." Andi crossed her arms, seeming a bit awkward about the situation. ...Yet she still was grateful the symbiote was sticking out for her in such a way.

Edited by Darkomega245 on Mar 10th 2024 at 7:30:30 AM

Brooklyn (Asura & Mithra)

Asura instinctively steps between the man and Mithra...inadvertently appearing to protect Jack and Wuya, as well.

"...Who the hell is this?"

Boat (Scooter & Ellie)

"...The Hudson Bay's whatcha call 'clear?' Where the hell ya from anyways, girl?"

"Statue a Liberty's a beaut, ain't she? Present from the French, I think. Not the hottest chick in America but she gets bonus points for representin' freedom 'n stuff. In a city fulla tens, Lady Liberty's a dang twelve."

"Scooter, we're sneakin' a cyborg rabbit fugitive outta New York and into our fortified resistance strongold and th'only thang on your mind is skinny chicks made 'a copper?"

"...Just a 'lil bit."

As the continue further from the city, something starts to become visible on the horizon. It almost looks like a...smaller city, floating on the water.

Edited by ZodanTheUnbounceable on Mar 11th 2024 at 7:46:42 AM

NoHo

While Donnie needed to go in closer to try and scope out what lay in wait for them, Jorogumo knew she had a way to get an idea of what to expect while remaining on the rooftop. Once she was sure that her turtle ally was focused on his mission, her hands slowly moved towards her face, and she whispered out the command for her family's gift.

<"Byakugan.">

Whatever lay inside the building, Hinata would be able to see it through the eyes of the Hyuga clan. Proud as it might sound, she doubted that there was any material currently present that could block her vision.

Brooklyn

Before Jack could answer the question about the eyeliner, and reveal that he used a type of eyeliner he'd developed himself after the one he liked stopped being produced, black vans arrived on the scene, sending both him and Wuya into a heightened state of alertness.

"Well now. Government response time is definitely faster than what I remember in my day." Wuya mused aloud, observing the vans briefly before focusing his attention on the agent addressing N and V, and if the look on her face was any indication, she seemed like she was sizing him up and...assessing him.

Jack, meanwhile, looked to be analyzing their surroundings looking for an escape route if one should prove necessary. While he did so, he couldn't help but listen in on Arcee's conversation, wondering if there was anything he could learn about her while the opportunity presented itself.

Edited by Bored_Man on Mar 11th 2024 at 6:35:33 AM

Raph, No Longer Alone But Still Very Lost (Greenwich)

Raph let out a screech of surprise and leapt to his feet, already pointing his sais at the source of the voice before he actually registered who Nimona was, and what she'd said. "...uh...no," he said, lowering his weapons. "I'm actually lookin' for someone myself...'course, only lead I got is 'an apartment' and—"

He gestured to the surrounding buildings, an incredulous look on his face.

"How'm I supposed to find an apartment in a city full of 'em?!"

Raph sighed, crossing his arms, and then his eyes briefly popped open when he realized how that might sound. "I ain't trying to break in, if that's what you're wondering! But this guy's a criminal and pro'bly meetin' with other criminals. Was hopin' to crash that."

Beat.

"Yeah, ask me how that's going." His voice was thick with sarcasm.

Rivet: East Village

Rivet's eyes notably widened when the symbiote pulled back to reveal a human face beneath. She assumed at first that it was a similar case to her own armour, but then the liquid form of the suit grew a face and started talking on its own. Then Rivet's mind switched to the possibility of AI, but the way the symbiote spoke of itself suggested otherwise. So after a few moments spent processing this, Rivet finally shook off her confusion and gave Andi a... seemingly unaffected shrug.

"Sounds good enough to me!" she remarked. "So, you're two, but you make up a whole other person. That's kinda neat! So it's kinda like, wearing a suit of armour, 'cept that suit of armour's a friend, too. Mayyybe I should think about putting that in my own armour..."

She peered at Andi a moment more, seeming to recognise the self-conscious stance she had, before the lombax cocked her head slightly to one side and gave Andi a light, friendly bop on the arm with her fist.

"Hey. Don't be down, 'kay? It's fine. So, what? You're part of a duo? Doesn't change much to me. I already said all that stuff about not being mad at ya or anything— gah, just c'mere-"

She interrupted herself by moving forward to give Andi a brief, but fuzzy hug, careful to mind the symbiote in case it wasn't interested in that sort of thing, before pulling away again with a friendly smile on her face.

"See? Nothing to worry about. All this over a furniture shop, yeesh! It's just like being at home!"

"God, how crazy is your galaxy that you shrug off something like this as normal?" Andi said, half shocked Rivet rolled along with all of this, and...half glad she didn't left her? Is the one person that's not Scream that'll be always ride or die with her a gun toting furball like Rivet?

...Honestly, she's already falling in love with the idea.

"Yeah, I know, I know, just-" Just before she could speak further as Rivet was reassuring her, she was suddenly caught off guard by the hug, her eyes as wide as saucers as she felt her soft, fuzzy hug. She...did that? Out of her own accord without her asking her to? What kind of alternate universe where things actually go right for her did she end up in?

She closed her eyes and hugged Rivet tightly, muttering a small 'Thank you.', though considering she still had the symbiote on her even if her face was uncovered, she had to be mindful not to squeeze too tightly due to the super strenght of this form. While the snake-like symbiote moved slightly away so Andi and Rivet could have their moment, it created a small tendril so it could pat Rivet's head once the moment was done. Once they pulled back, Andi and the symbiote shared a look and a smile to each other, as they both then focused back on Rivet.

"Heh. Crazyness is the norm around here. Got attracted to it ever since I became a symbiote host."

"We are thankful for the kindness to my host, Rivet. You may be small, but your heart is enormous."

Skeletor would hear an...amused chuckle out of the woman, and one could just imagine the huge eyeroll she did.

"Dear oh dear, I have heard many fledging Destined Ones in the Rogue Isles claim such things. It's always amusing when they end up killed by a lowly street thug due to not being as strong as they think they are. Why don't you come join them in the pile of corpses?~"

Suddenly, his mind would feel like it was being pierced and attacked by the woman via a psionic assault, as if not only trying to damage Skeletor, but also have him greatly lose focus on his pulling as if to stop his attempt from robbing the crystal.

Meanwhile on the Pizza place, the Widower that was assaulted on the poor groin and then sent back flying by Coco was slowly getting up from the wall he was thrown, letting out a few snarls of anger and rage. Even with his helmet, one could tell he had enough of this idiocy.

"Kneel. Like the animal that you are!"

And with that, the Widower would then suddenly unleash a loud psychic scream towards Coco's location, knocking back many of the tables and chairs of the place, and hitting her back with force if her sense of hearing wasn't destabilized by such a loud noise.

Edited by Darkomega245 on Mar 14th 2024 at 1:19:54 AM

Moxxxi's (Roland as...The Soldier)

A tall, heavily-armed man stands at the counter of a particularly seedy bar in a notoriously rough part of town. He looks very out of place in a bar full of criminals and outlaws. Ex-military, by the looks of him, especially if that armor is any indication. The Atlas Corporation's Crimson Lance haven't been seen in this part of the country in years, but this guy's wearing their logo...sort of. The logo on his armor has been inverted and overlaid with what appears to be a "V," forming a very different-looking symbol. He's talking to the bartender, a woman in a revealing purple outfit and some sort of harlequin makeup.

"...You're sure this intel's good, Moxxi?"

"Have I ever let you down, Roland? You know my sources are trustworthy. I'm an expert in...backroom deals."

Roland chuckles at Moxxi's joke.

"Hehe...never change, Moxxi. Hey, mind if I, uh..."

"It's usually for paying customers only...but you get a pass. Anything for an old Underdome MVP."

"Thanks."

Roland heads to the back of the bar, into a door labeled "Men's Room."

Subaru — East Village — furniture store —> where Rivet and Scream are

In short order, Subaru left the furniture store — having paid the manager for the window — and stood at its entrance, looking for Scream and Rivet. Once she found them, she scooted over.

She looked at the three of them — human, symbiote and Lombax — with a confused expression, then shrugged. "We need to talk," she told Scream again, "preferably in a place a little bit more private."

The Master - Showtime!

With the poor worker dealt with, The Master immediately beelines for the outside as quick as he could. He had to add the contaminant at the end of the process, otherwise this would all be worthless.

But that was only step 1. First, he had to actually add in the seasoning. Then, he'd smash this place and let the sauce coat the cake on its own. Flood it, ya might say. He was gonna cause a flood.

Brooklyn - Zeddmore, Is That You? (Optimus Prime)

As soon as the government vehicles made their appearance known, Optimus' optics would narrow. He was not expecting more contact, though perhaps it was an unfortunate effect of intervening against the local adversary.

He raises an arm by Arcee's side, noticing her deploying her blaster, just in case. "Easy, Arcee." Having three separate fights break out in a single day, especially if the Autobots were the ones who fired the first shot in this one, would presumably harm more than help.

Luckily, Optimus' fears are assuaged when the human agent emerges from his vehicle and Arcee retracts her weapon, while also taking the initiative to start a conversation. He does find it interesting that the human agent was familiar with the smaller cybernetic beings. He makes a note to ask about that, later.

He steps just slightly ahead of Jack and Wuya, eyeing them briefly before speaking to Arcee. "It is only natural that they would take such precautions, Arcee. It is what the Elite Guard and the other peacekeepers back on Cybertron would have done."

Opportunity, Concert Venue

"So you have to share everything when you're in the armor?" Kanae asked. "That sucks. Though having cool superhero armor is pretty neat. I don't really have a costume, not that I need it cause I can just change what I look like and all."

Opportunity, Concert Venue

"Right in one, Blossom!" Hajime beamed at the redheaded girl. "Y'sure're smart, ain'tcha? Buttercup makes a good point, too, tho! But there'll almost always be some warnin' before bad guys attack, so I jus' make sure to change inta my armor whenever there might be danger! Plus, Bubbles is right that it's just super neat!"

Hajime began humming along with the piano's tune as well, synchronizing into a harmony with Bubbles seamlessly, but at Kanae's comment, she paused and turned toward the size-changer again, her eyes lighting up.

"Oh yeah, tha's right!" the brunette exclaimed, snapping her fingers, "Youwere helpin' out with the mecha-kong kaijuu earlier, weren'tcha? Soya can change yer looks whenever ya want? Oooooo, man, I'm so jealous! That's gotta be any girl's most-wanted superpower! Care ta demonstrate, pretty please~?"

Edited by darksidevoid on Mar 29th 2024 at 2:09:17 PM

Bunnie

"Long story sugah. Ever heard o' Mobius?"

She couldn't stop staring. She knew they were getting close. Wherever they were headed she was sure it was pretty, but she couldn't stop thinking. Where had she seen it...

"Don't see how a big ol' statue represents nuthin'. Ain't worth ah hill o' beans ya ask me. Darned thing ain't even purple..."

...waitminute, she had seen it! She wasn't sure where but she knew she had! Must have been somewhere on Mobius. But if it was on Mobius, how in Sam's hill was it here? None of this made a lick of sense...

"...hate to ask, but there ain't another of these things sittin' around is there?"

Edited by kkhohoho on Mar 17th 2024 at 11:23:29 AM

Boat To Sanctuary (Scooter & Ellie)

"A second Statute a' Liberty? Girl, you got yer head on straight? Only one a' her, far as I know."

"Yup, one of a kind. Holds her torch for everyone who needs somewhere to call home or...some...inspirational crap. Read it on the bottom of a bottle cap once."

The boat approaches some sort of smaller city floating on the water, surrounded by a dome of translucent energy.

"There she is, good ol' Sanctuary. She's built on top of an ol' minin' ship from the Dahl Corp., y'know the gun guys? The...other...not-Hyperion...gun guys. There's a lotta them."

"Scooter got the thang movin' again, mostly. It don't fly these days, but it floats just fine. The shield's to keep Jack's big orbital eyesore from blowing us outta the literal water."

Ellie points up to the massive H-shaped space station visible above, a constant reminder that Handsome Jack evidently has more money than God.

Concert Venue (Handsome Jack)

"...Bullseye."

Jack's finger hovers over a button on his wrist to instantly send a message to every ECHO phone he'd given to the other heroes...before he pauses, opting not to press it.

"...Now now, Jack...let's be fair. That's what heroes do."

He instead presses another, different button.

"Get a satellite in position. Let's hack some Arachnos comms and see if we can't complain to management about their little 'present.'"

Edited by ZodanTheUnbounceable on Mar 21st 2024 at 6:42:48 AM

Ness at a water plant.

Ness was having quite the time in the school trip. It was practically a day off but with extra steps and some of the water plant stuff was interesting.

It seemed to be just another regular school trip if it wasn't for Ness telepathically detecting someone with a high amount of telepathic energy, it was odd none of the staff had such mental power. Why would there be just one psychic?

And then he felt a mind get knocked out. That was the deal breaker, someone must have infiltrated the water plant and if it involved innocents getting knocked out cold it wasn't anything good.

Ness slowly and carefully separated from the main group as he made his way to the stronger psychic signal, taking care to not be spotted by any guards.

Opportunity, Concert Venue

"You're right about that!" the heroine grinned. "What more could an idol need than beauty that can adapt to anyone's tastes, and the ability to stand out in the crowd?"

She was all to eager to show off her power once Hajime asked.

"Sure!" Kanae says.

Everyone can see her body shift around and change shape as she suddenly becomes... a splitting image of Hajime, outfit and all!

"Ta-da!" she twirls around in a circle. "It's like looking in a mirror, huh?"

Kurikara Food-O Uchi

"I said we, as in presumably you would also want to make sure— sorry. Sorry. I tend to do most of my talking through academic papers..."

Noho

Peering through the window, Donnie would see into the grimy little brick room, lit by a wide red lamp on the ceiling. The air was hazy from cigarette smoke, which didn't exactly help visibility through the stained glass. But he could see a quartet of street toughs clustered around a pool table- big muscle-bound men with a mix of hoodies, tattoos, bandanas, and even a Hawaiian shirt. Stood by the corner of the table, pool cue in hand, was a slimmer man with a beige and black letterman jacket, an artificial-looking head of brown hair, and no less of a mean look on his face than the others.

East Village

Checking the pulses of the victimised gangsters, Mikey could breathe a sigh of relief. There were still pulses on them, some were even awake enough to moan and groan- but about half of them had been punctured VERY deeply, and wouldn't last much longer.

"No WAY!" A voice suddenly came from behind Mikey. The teen girl one thug had called 'Blossom' was crouched on the hood of a car, beaming at Mikey. "Are you a ninja? Like, an actual ninja? I mean you've got the nunchucks on that belt there, and that goofy-looking ribbon kind of looks like a mask. But you're like, what, a tortoise too? Is that ironic or just funny? I can never tell. Oh, by the way, my brother's 'bout to kill you now. Good luck!"

While Blossom had been distracting Mikey, the muscle-bound leader managed to right himself. On noticing Mikey, he gritted his teeth, balled his fists, and reared up to pound the turtle's head in.

Brooklyn

"No, ma'am, New York's Finest called dibs on that one. We're here for them." With that, Agent Fowler strode confidently up to the two autobots.

"That'd be the country," he said, bringing out his badge. "The name's William Fowler, Special Agent, Defense Intelligence Agency. My boys and I have requisitioned a warehouse off 2nd Avenue- should be big enough for you both to sit comfortably. If you'd like to follow us, we wanna ask you both a few questions."

West Village - where excellent display of diplomacy is held (it is not excellent)

So far, so good. No one pulled a piece on him or tried flinging fire at him or even put crazy kung-fu moves on him. For Belial, this was as close as it came to actual peaceful intentions. Right, the owner wanted him to be direct, so he was going to be direct. God only knew any attempt at subtlety and poetry was lost on feeble mortal minds.

   "Purple Dragons bad. This guy also bad, but willing to take care of the other bad guy."    He gestured at himself, taking a moment to have a puff of his cig. No point in calling himself a good guy when he strolled in bleeding from the mangled wings and smelling of brimstone.    "This new gang thinks they're hot stuff, and I've heard they want to get your approval, get in your good graces. Except they won't - because they'll drown you in numbers, rip all the nice Ming Dynasty tapestries off, and then... what do teenagers eat?"    He ventured to another table-sitter at random.    "Something terrible, I don't doubt, but it will take the place of this nice restaurant."   

   "You seem like a woman with a head on her shoulders. Say, you tell me where these kids are, and I can take care of that purple problem for you."    He smiled with the corner of his lips. No superfluous mirth could be found in the expression.    "No payment. Call me a good Samaritan like that."   

Bunnie, Boat to Sanctuary

"Mah stars! That's one big chunk o' alphahet, bless his heart. Sure he ain't compensatin' for somethin'?"

She leaned towards the rail, marveling at Sanctuary as they approached. It was no Station Square, but it was no less fancy. She'd have to pay the Mystic Ruins a visit once she got back. If she got back. When she got back. She was getting back. Just had to figure out how. She glanced back at the statue, scratching her head as she pondered.

"Don't wanna doubt ya, but ah know ah've seen this hunka' junk somewhere's. Sure as Dixie wasn't here, sure 'nuff..."

Edited by kkhohoho on Mar 21st 2024 at 9:00:25 AM

"Meh. I've seen bigger in the Isles."

The shark man looked at the destination the Bane Spiders have tracked their potential target to. Saint Martial certainly had much luxurious bars than these, that's for sure. Oh well, not like he came here for a drink. He came here for slaughter...and a particular VIP to capture.

Cloaking himself with his natural invisibility, Mako would make himself sneak into the establishment. Have to not only keep an eye out for the target, but some intel would definetely be useful as well. If things got rowdy, he already had his boys out ready to do some chaos. Besides, considering the type of people that would visit this establishment, he had a feeling some of them would definetely love to live in the Rogue Isles if they got some...convincing.

Moxxxi's (Interior)

Fortunately, none of the patrons seem to notice Mako entering. Even the barkeep seems oblivious...which is a good thing, considering the large red revolver hanging from her hip. No sign of this Roland guy yet, but at least things are quiet while he waits for-

"Alright, you maggots, this is Captain Flynt!"

...The introduction of a loud voice from outside the bar bodes poorly for how easy this mission will be.

Moxxxi's (Exterior)

An absolute titan of a man stomps down the street towards the Arachnos forces, followed by a sizable mob of thugs all armed to the teeth with various firearms. He yells into a megaphone held in one hand, a blood-red pistol clutched in the other.

"We know you've got that Crimson Raider bastard Roland in there, and he's got one hell of a price on his cowardly head! So here's how it's gonna go! You're gonna get Roland, bring him out here, and give him to me, now! Otherwise, me and my boys are gonna kill ya, we get paid for Roland anyways, and I get to play hopscotch in your chest cavity."

Rogue Isles? Meet Pandora. The Bloodshot Bandit gang is in town.

Brooklyn (Asura)

"I'm coming, too."

Asura steps forward, next to the Autobots.

"I'm not the biggest fan of authority...and I consider these two allies. If you don't already have a file on me, my name's Asura."

Kurikara Food-O Uchi (Durga)

"...Have you met Wyzen? He's the owner of this place, and he was around back then as well. I'm certain he'd be more than willing to answer your questions. The man loves to talk. You should ask him about the signature move he came up with."

Boat —> Sanctuary

The shield drops for a few seconds to let the boat in, reactivating the second it's past the barrier's radius. Mere seconds later, a series of loud impacts rocks the entire floating city as a barrage of mortar shells slam into the top of the shield. They seem to have been fired from the H-shaped space station Scooter had drawn Bunnie's attention to.

"Hoo boy, Jack's sure got his murder-on for us today."

"He don't usually fire that many at us, felt like double the usual shots."

"Double? Ain't that, like...almost twice as much as normal?"

"..."

The boat docks, deploying a ramp to let Bunnie off into the less-than glamorous town square. Calling this a "town" is giving it too much credit - there appears to be little more than a clinic, a mechanic's shop, some sort of command building and a gun store in this place.

Edited by ZodanTheUnbounceable on Mar 25th 2024 at 8:33:10 AM

Nimona, Greenwich

Nimona listened to Raph's plight curiously, and then grinned once he finished.

"Well, I am pretty great at crashing stuff. Maybe I could help you out!" she suggested cheerfully, bouncing and twirling as she moved closer to the teenage mutant ninja turtle. "Maaaaybe we could..." she paused for a moment, putting a finger to her chin, before suddenly leaping up excitedly. "OOOO! I know! If we can't figure out how to get to them...maybe we can bring them to us! Cause a big distraction, something that'll get their attention! A big ruckus they can't possibly miss!" She started gleefully rubbing her hands together, a maniacal grin spreading across her face as her eyes seemed to burn with the fires of chaos. "That oughta be real fun..."

Donnie, Breaking and Entering (Noho)

"<Okay. The slim one in the letterman jacket is probably our guy. Give me a second...>"

Donnie gave the window a quick once-over, and quickly spotted the latch. Pulling out a small metal file, he slipped it into the latch and, with some fiddling, released the slider with a soft click, then slid the window open.

"<Tell me when you're ready and we'll climb through the window and jump them,>" he whispered to Jorogumo.

Raph, Planning to Cause Chaos (Greenwich)

"Yeah, I don't think you know how to find—" Raph stopped as Nimona suddenly had (and explained) an idea. "Wait, so you're sayin' we...draw 'em out? Go all big and loud?" It wasn't a very ninja plan. In fact, it would probably draw a lot more attention than he was trying to get, and if he got too much attention, Splinter would freak out more and Leo would yell at him...

...but Raph was tired, cranky, wanted to yell at Leo, and honestly, he really needed to punch something right now. And you couldn't go wrong punching gangsters.

"...you know what?" he said, holding out a hand to Nimona and matching her grin with one of his own. "Yeah, I can do that! Definitely better than just waitin'..."

Mikey, Has Not Committed Any Crimes Yet (East Village)

Mikey almost collapsed in relief. Pulses! Weak ones, but still! No one had died...well, not yet—scratch the relief, they were still in danger! Okay. Okay. First order of business: stop the bleeding. The only fabric he had on him was his mask and it definitely wasn't enough for all of them, so...

Mikey swallowed. "Sorry," he whispered, pulling off the Dragons' jackets (and sometimes shirts) and pressing them against the wounds, hopefully slowing the bleeding down. (He was focused on this enough that he missed the conversation taking place only a few feet away.) Next, you should call an ambulance, and Mikey did have his phone on him so he could do that, but he didn't know how long it would take to get there and he didn't want to be seen but someone had to keep an eye on these guys and—

"Aaah!" Mikey nearly jumped out of his scales at the sudden voice directed right at him, stumbling as he turned to see a girl his age with dyed hair and a bright smile. "U-u-uh—" He stammered incoherently for several seconds, before he finally found his voice. "Y-yes! No! I mean— I-I came here looking for the Purple Dragons' leader but then I saw your friends bleeding out a-and I couldn't just not help them and— You won't tell anyone you saw me Dad would freak out if he knew can— can you call an ambulance these guys really need help and—"

His panic was interrupted when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and he just barely leapt out of the way before his head could get smashed, hitting the side of another car. "H-hey! Wait!" Mikey held up his hands in a don't-kill-me pose, eyes wide. "I-I don't wanna fight you! Please listen! People could die! I don't want that to happen!"