[After waking up in a grassy field under a cloudless summer sky, Leo couldn't quite quantify what happened. He had been floating through that dead dimension, the Krang leader intent on beating him into a pulp. Leo remembers passing out at some point.
This wasn't the Hidden City, or New York.
Was he dead?
He definitely felt like he had to be at this rate. How else was he here?
He finds himself staggering into town, just not sure what to make of the animal people in... old clothing wandering around. He can feel more than a few just staring at him. Its a struggle to find his voice, but when he does, it's croaky.]
Hello...? Are... where am I? Can someone help me?
[He clutches at the photo of his family tightly in his fist as he staggers through town. People are giving him a wide berth. Wary of him.
It takes Leo a while to notice. He tries asking for help a bit more confidently, but people hurry away from him. He gets snapped and snarled at in a different language, Japanese he thinks, but he isn't sure.
He's on the verge of just leaving the town to lay back in the field of grass when he catches sight of a familiar purple bandana out of the corner of his eye. He whips around, relief and panic sharp in his chest. The sixteen year old wants to cry. Wants to just weep at the fact he isn't alone as much as he does at the prospect of Donnie being dead.]
Donnie!?
[Adrenaline he didn't realize he had shoots through him as he takes off towards the other turtle. If he was less exhausted and injured he might realize this Donatello is vastly different than his own.]
[You know what? Donatello isn't even surprised anymore. Of course he slightly messed up the runes to get to the Battle Nexus, and of course he's now in what he's pretty sure is Usagi's universe without any knowledge of his brothers' whereabouts. God forbid anything be simple, oh no, not for the turtles.
And, of course, he's in a universe without modern technology. Of course. At least his Japanese is good enough to get by.
So Donatello just needs a minute standing in this town center, scowling at the sky at his luck and wondering what higher power his family pissed off so badly, when someone shouts his name. He turns, furrowing the ridge of his brow, to see a green and blue streak coming at him.]
Leo?
[He almost takes back some of his internal seething at luck--and then he notices that this turtle seems awful short to be Leo.
But then the turtle is upon him. Donatello catches him by the shoulders, and--is this a kid? He seems like a kid. Also he looks like he's about to cry?]
H-hey, you okay? [Is this just a turtle person native to this world? Kind of weird if he knows his name, though.]
Donnie- [The realization finally hits him as he stumbles to a stop. The hand on his shoulder does a fair job of grounding him.]
I- you aren't-? [He speaks English easily, far more comfortably than other people around them would.
The sixteen year old sags a little. He presses the butt of his palm against his eyes. The urge to just lurch back to the field is strong. So far, no one else has even spoken a little english. There is relief in having someone he can understand.
Someone who seems like Donnie? The purple bandana, the bo staff, it.. it has to be Donnie, right?
Some kind of Donnie.]
This really isn't New York, is it-? You're not- quite my twin either, huh?
[Oh jeeze. This poor kid looks like he's about to burst into tears.
Not a native, definitely. A version of Leo? Donatello has seen this before (he specifically doesn't think about when). Other versions of his brothers, all across universes.
It's not even a question of if he will accept this turtle as his brother. The moment it processes that this is some version of Leonardo, Donatello has already decided that they're family. Family sticks together.]
No, this isn't New York. I'm a Donatello, but not yours. [Donatello glances around them at the other animals passing by, some stealing glances. They stick out here. Not as much as they would in New York, but they stick out.]
I found a place to stay. Come with me and I'll explain everything there, alright? [It doesn't take a genius to see that this poor kid is moments from crying, and Donatello assumes that this Leo would be just as uncomfortable crying in public as his own would be.]
[He releases a weak kind of laugh at that, tears stinging at his eyes. The fabric of his mask is already damp from crying earlier, this isn't helping.] Okay, that- that I can work with.
It's weird, but you're family. [He says with easy conviction, even amongst the tears. There is a genuine belief there as much as there is relief.
At the urging, he blinks a little, nodding somewhat. He isn't afraid to cry, just smiling thinly back at Donnie.] Yeah, probably- not a bad idea. I'm absolutely not sure where this even is. Besides... not the Hidden City. The Yokai there also just look way weirder.
Yeah. We're family. [Donatello smiles reassuringly, taking the kid by the shoulder and leading him away. Lucky the place he's found is a little out of town.]
You're in another dimension. I don't know what you were doing before, but it punched a hole through space and you came here. That just happens sometimes.
[Donatello leads him out of town, through the trees towards a small traditional Japanese house up the hill. It's clear that this place has been abandoned for some time; the sliding doors are decrepit, the paper fluttering in the wind, and the floor brown where Donatello recently swept away moss creeping in. But it's clean; Donatello has already seen to that.
Inside, it's also traditionally Japanese with cushions on the floor, short tables, and tatami mat flooring. There's a whiff of incense in the air, leftover from Donatello's observances this morning.]
Please, make yourself at home. It's not much, since I only just got here myself a bit ago, but still. [He's set up a small fire that he hangs pot over to boil water. If this Leo is anything like his, then tea will help calm his nerves.]
Technically I was in a dead dimension before this, so, I'm- trying to make sure I'm not like dead. The Krang guy was definitely trying for dead.
[Leo is happy to have the control taken out of his hands. Sure, Splinter randomly decided he was the leader out of nowhere, but the role never fit him. He's happier to just follow after Donnie. Raph or Donnie were more leader material than he was.
He eyes the house with interest, the way it's set up reminds him of Splinter's room to some degree. There is comfort there even with some of the lingering uncertainty. He exhales a little as he walks inside, rubbing his arms nervously.]
I mean, we're both in this- very weird situation. I ain't about to judge, you know?
[He brushes the creases out of the photo he still has in hand, finally moving to carefully put it away in his belt pouch.]
You're definitely not dead. Just in another dimension.
[Donatello says it with the easy confidence of someone who's been through this before. As the water boils, he pours it out into cups with tea leaves. There's a proper way to do this that his own Leo would be able to do effortlessly, but Don never really worked up a passion for a proper tea ceremony.]
Drink this. It'll calm your nerves. [He puts the cup on the table before sitting down on one of the cushions with a cup of his own tea.] I know this is probably a lot, especially if you're new to dimension jumping. But believe me, it could be a lot worse. I have a friend in this dimension, if I can just find him, and he knows how to get to people with access to any dimension. So you'll be able to get home, okay?
Dimensions are... definitely new. Freaky new. I've opened portals before with my Odachi, but, that's pretty different. [The confidence is easing, considerably so.
Leo sniffles a little bit, raising his mask to wipe at his eyes again. The red stripes go across the entirety of his eyes from the looks of it. Once he's satisfied, he reaches out for the tea, happy for something hot to drink.
He wrinkles his snout a little at the herb-y taste, but doesn't complain in the moment. He's too shaken to really settle into the usual bombast he prefers.] Friends are a good thing, I mean, how hard can they be to find-?
I hate to break it to you, but he's a ronin. He could be anywhere. [Don just assumes that Leo knows what a ronin is and all that implies.] But since he travels between dimensions, he should have traceable particles I can track. Once I... develop the tech to do it.
[Donatello glances out the window with a wince, overseeing the obvious feudal-era technology.] It might take some time. But don't worry, because we'll stick together, okay? [He turns another reassuring smile back on Leo.] We're family.
[His brow furrows a little at that bit of information.] I'm assuming 'ronin's' don't do cell phones? [That is quite the air quotes around the word ronin Leo did with ease.] Or I'm assuming this is like yee olden times before they invented like... anything.
For real, we have a way better chance of solving stuff together. Even if I'm not the tech guy or anything. Usually, I can talk my way through stuff, but- kinda hard here.
Ronins are samurai without leaders. They wander place to place to different lords who need their services. [Donatello says it with a cocked head, like it should be obvious. Huh. Weird that Leo doesn't know that.] This dimension is basically Edo Period Japan. They don't have cellphones.
[Donatello sips his tea.] Oh, I'm sure you'll do alright. The people around here are friendly once you get to know them. [He assumes, of course, that Leo can speak and understand Japanese. What turtle wouldn't?]
Honestly, Donnie and I are the only ones who know enough Spanish to order from the Good pizza places, so, yeah. Not even a little Japanese. [The Puerto Rican pizza places cannot be beat some days.] I'm glad you know, otherwise, I feel like we'd have to teach folks charades to make conversations happen.
[He scrunches his snout a little.] Uh, Dad is from Japan, it's not a very big country, tea, they have great food, cool weapons? Raph watches anime, not me, so he knows more about it than I do. I know about clan stuff. Hamatos verses Foot Clan stuff has been taking place for centuries, yadda yadda.
[This kid's universe is very different from his, obviously.]
Al...right then. We'll just have to teach you as we go. [He waves vaguely outside.] For the record, manners matter a lot here. So just try to copy what I do when we meet people, okay? [There is going to be a steep learning curve. He can feel it in his bones.]
You know ninjutsu, though, right? Master Splinter taught you that?
Okay, manners. I can totally do that. [Or he can fake his way through manners. Leo is absolutely oblivious to the fact this is going to be hard just yet.
The prospect of something to do, and directions is helping Leo feel better though. He would rather laze about, but he can find ways to do that.]
Yeah, course. Between watching his shows and movies, Dad showed up some sick moves. We upgraded with help with Gram Gram too. We were stopping other mutants from committing crimes and dealt with Shreddy.
He pinches the base of his beak. Master Splinter watching shows? Gram Gram?Shreddy??
Donatello wonders briefly if he should ask about these things. Then decides it's going to make his head hurt worse.]
Alright. Well, we're going to have to keep up with training here. My Leo was stuck in this dimension before, and in two days he got sucked into a war, so it's not exactly safe. We'll have to figure out getting you a weapon, too...
[Donatello mumbles to himself, already making a list in his head. Without thinking about it, he's automatically taken on all the responsibility for this wayward turtle.]
Is it just turtle luck to be thrown into different dimensions? Cause we need to work on that if so. Absolutely uncool.
[He can't help but make a face at mention at training. By this point Raph has at least made him acquiesce to the idea occasionally. He's a bit more mature than he once was when this conversation came up in a TDM in ryslig, so he actually engages in the conversation a bit. He doesn't wanna plan training, but they are meeting in the middle here.] We talking like full formal training or like games? Raph usually led more ninja game level stuff. Generally, dad trained us off Lou Jitsu movies, which are absolutely bangin', but not super traditional.
You hand me a fish, a ladder or a bowl of soup, I can fight a guy with it.
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@thesmartbrother - Accidental trip to Furry Edo Japan
This wasn't the Hidden City, or New York.
Was he dead?
He definitely felt like he had to be at this rate. How else was he here?
He finds himself staggering into town, just not sure what to make of the animal people in... old clothing wandering around. He can feel more than a few just staring at him. Its a struggle to find his voice, but when he does, it's croaky.]
Hello...? Are... where am I? Can someone help me?
[He clutches at the photo of his family tightly in his fist as he staggers through town. People are giving him a wide berth. Wary of him.
It takes Leo a while to notice. He tries asking for help a bit more confidently, but people hurry away from him. He gets snapped and snarled at in a different language, Japanese he thinks, but he isn't sure.
He's on the verge of just leaving the town to lay back in the field of grass when he catches sight of a familiar purple bandana out of the corner of his eye. He whips around, relief and panic sharp in his chest. The sixteen year old wants to cry. Wants to just weep at the fact he isn't alone as much as he does at the prospect of Donnie being dead.]
Donnie!?
[Adrenaline he didn't realize he had shoots through him as he takes off towards the other turtle. If he was less exhausted and injured he might realize this Donatello is vastly different than his own.]
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And, of course, he's in a universe without modern technology. Of course. At least his Japanese is good enough to get by.
So Donatello just needs a minute standing in this town center, scowling at the sky at his luck and wondering what higher power his family pissed off so badly, when someone shouts his name. He turns, furrowing the ridge of his brow, to see a green and blue streak coming at him.]
Leo?
[He almost takes back some of his internal seething at luck--and then he notices that this turtle seems awful short to be Leo.
But then the turtle is upon him. Donatello catches him by the shoulders, and--is this a kid? He seems like a kid. Also he looks like he's about to cry?]
H-hey, you okay? [Is this just a turtle person native to this world? Kind of weird if he knows his name, though.]
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I- you aren't-? [He speaks English easily, far more comfortably than other people around them would.
The sixteen year old sags a little. He presses the butt of his palm against his eyes. The urge to just lurch back to the field is strong. So far, no one else has even spoken a little english. There is relief in having someone he can understand.
Someone who seems like Donnie? The purple bandana, the bo staff, it.. it has to be Donnie, right?
Some kind of Donnie.]
This really isn't New York, is it-? You're not- quite my twin either, huh?
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Not a native, definitely. A version of Leo? Donatello has seen this before (he specifically doesn't think about when). Other versions of his brothers, all across universes.
It's not even a question of if he will accept this turtle as his brother. The moment it processes that this is some version of Leonardo, Donatello has already decided that they're family. Family sticks together.]
No, this isn't New York. I'm a Donatello, but not yours. [Donatello glances around them at the other animals passing by, some stealing glances. They stick out here. Not as much as they would in New York, but they stick out.]
I found a place to stay. Come with me and I'll explain everything there, alright? [It doesn't take a genius to see that this poor kid is moments from crying, and Donatello assumes that this Leo would be just as uncomfortable crying in public as his own would be.]
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It's weird, but you're family. [He says with easy conviction, even amongst the tears. There is a genuine belief there as much as there is relief.
At the urging, he blinks a little, nodding somewhat. He isn't afraid to cry, just smiling thinly back at Donnie.] Yeah, probably- not a bad idea. I'm absolutely not sure where this even is. Besides... not the Hidden City. The Yokai there also just look way weirder.
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You're in another dimension. I don't know what you were doing before, but it punched a hole through space and you came here. That just happens sometimes.
[Donatello leads him out of town, through the trees towards a small traditional Japanese house up the hill. It's clear that this place has been abandoned for some time; the sliding doors are decrepit, the paper fluttering in the wind, and the floor brown where Donatello recently swept away moss creeping in. But it's clean; Donatello has already seen to that.
Inside, it's also traditionally Japanese with cushions on the floor, short tables, and tatami mat flooring. There's a whiff of incense in the air, leftover from Donatello's observances this morning.]
Please, make yourself at home. It's not much, since I only just got here myself a bit ago, but still. [He's set up a small fire that he hangs pot over to boil water. If this Leo is anything like his, then tea will help calm his nerves.]
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[Leo is happy to have the control taken out of his hands. Sure, Splinter randomly decided he was the leader out of nowhere, but the role never fit him. He's happier to just follow after Donnie. Raph or Donnie were more leader material than he was.
He eyes the house with interest, the way it's set up reminds him of Splinter's room to some degree. There is comfort there even with some of the lingering uncertainty. He exhales a little as he walks inside, rubbing his arms nervously.]
I mean, we're both in this- very weird situation. I ain't about to judge, you know?
[He brushes the creases out of the photo he still has in hand, finally moving to carefully put it away in his belt pouch.]
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[Donatello says it with the easy confidence of someone who's been through this before. As the water boils, he pours it out into cups with tea leaves. There's a proper way to do this that his own Leo would be able to do effortlessly, but Don never really worked up a passion for a proper tea ceremony.]
Drink this. It'll calm your nerves. [He puts the cup on the table before sitting down on one of the cushions with a cup of his own tea.] I know this is probably a lot, especially if you're new to dimension jumping. But believe me, it could be a lot worse. I have a friend in this dimension, if I can just find him, and he knows how to get to people with access to any dimension. So you'll be able to get home, okay?
[Just... no promises on when.]
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Leo sniffles a little bit, raising his mask to wipe at his eyes again. The red stripes go across the entirety of his eyes from the looks of it. Once he's satisfied, he reaches out for the tea, happy for something hot to drink.
He wrinkles his snout a little at the herb-y taste, but doesn't complain in the moment. He's too shaken to really settle into the usual bombast he prefers.] Friends are a good thing, I mean, how hard can they be to find-?
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[Donatello glances out the window with a wince, overseeing the obvious feudal-era technology.] It might take some time. But don't worry, because we'll stick together, okay? [He turns another reassuring smile back on Leo.] We're family.
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For real, we have a way better chance of solving stuff together. Even if I'm not the tech guy or anything. Usually, I can talk my way through stuff, but- kinda hard here.
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[Donatello sips his tea.] Oh, I'm sure you'll do alright. The people around here are friendly once you get to know them. [He assumes, of course, that Leo can speak and understand Japanese. What turtle wouldn't?]
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[He pauses, realizing very quickly what the issue is.]
That's very cool, but, Don. I kinda only speak Spanish and English.
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[Why doesn't Leo know that? Is their Splinter actually a Spanish rat or something?] How much do you know about Japanese culture?
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[He scrunches his snout a little.] Uh, Dad is from Japan, it's not a very big country, tea, they have great food, cool weapons? Raph watches anime, not me, so he knows more about it than I do. I know about clan stuff. Hamatos verses Foot Clan stuff has been taking place for centuries, yadda yadda.
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Al...right then. We'll just have to teach you as we go. [He waves vaguely outside.] For the record, manners matter a lot here. So just try to copy what I do when we meet people, okay? [There is going to be a steep learning curve. He can feel it in his bones.]
You know ninjutsu, though, right? Master Splinter taught you that?
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The prospect of something to do, and directions is helping Leo feel better though. He would rather laze about, but he can find ways to do that.]
Yeah, course. Between watching his shows and movies, Dad showed up some sick moves. We upgraded with help with Gram Gram too. We were stopping other mutants from committing crimes and dealt with Shreddy.
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He pinches the base of his beak. Master Splinter watching shows? Gram Gram? Shreddy??
Donatello wonders briefly if he should ask about these things. Then decides it's going to make his head hurt worse.]
Alright. Well, we're going to have to keep up with training here. My Leo was stuck in this dimension before, and in two days he got sucked into a war, so it's not exactly safe. We'll have to figure out getting you a weapon, too...
[Donatello mumbles to himself, already making a list in his head. Without thinking about it, he's automatically taken on all the responsibility for this wayward turtle.]
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[He can't help but make a face at mention at training. By this point Raph has at least made him acquiesce to the idea occasionally. He's a bit more mature than he once was
when this conversation came up in a TDM in ryslig, so he actually engages in the conversation a bit. He doesn't wanna plan training, but they are meeting in the middle here.] We talking like full formal training or like games? Raph usually led more ninja game level stuff. Generally, dad trained us off Lou Jitsu movies, which are absolutely bangin', but not super traditional.You hand me a fish, a ladder or a bowl of soup, I can fight a guy with it.