Round 1 || Backdated to the Vindess Liberation Log

[supersmashbrother]

[Backdated some time after the Vindess Raid.]


[It's the sound of breathing — like someone's trying to catch their breath, like they're trying to swallow pain. The angle is skewed for a few seconds, slowly righting itself before the visual becomes jarring.

And then a frustrated groan is heard, suddenly ringing out, punctuated by a loud CRUNCH.

When Raph's face finally comes into view, his attention is elsewhere. New creases are seen among the old lining his features, around his eyes, an emphasis on how clenched his jaw is now that his teeth are set as he mutters to himself. Black feathers lazily drift around him, a few clinging to his plastron, his arms, his sai.]


—Gotta get 'em back...can't run now. I can't do this again...


[There's a sizable fist-shaped hole in the wall behind him, smaller chunks of brick and stone quietly falling away from its foundations. But that doesn't matter.

Despite how conflicted he looks, the turtle finally speaks up, trying his best to rein in his desperation.]


Backup. I need backup.

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[supersmashbrother]

[Raph does so, recalling what Donnie first reported when he was contacted. Only to have a mental pause at the phrase used.]

Hang on— did you say shortly?

[blessmefather]

[ A dark black cloud that the light doesn't seem to touch appears in the air twenty or so feet away from Raph's position. It spirals and grows to a height a little larger than a human, and Matt comes stepping out of it with his cane in front of him. He cocks his head, taking in what his senses tell him about the surroundings for a moment, before smiling in Raph's direction. ]

I'm here!

[supersmashbrother]

[Relief can be heard within Raph's surprise once Matt appears, tension fracturing off into smaller pieces now that there is someone else here.]

Talk about an entrance! That was quicker than I thought it'd be.