duelkatana: (but we don't care about it)
Hamato Leonardo ([personal profile] duelkatana) wrote in [community profile] aftr_ooc 2018-04-15 05:56 pm (UTC)

leonardo // tmnt 2003

i. they broke the walls we guarded.

The lucky thing is, he's been through this whole song and dance before.]

[It's different, he supposes, when the demons you face are of your own making; when the faceless horrors have faces, carved into bloody templates, with unseeing eyes and the hiss of your failure leaving one final time through their teeth. Those fears are intelligent. They claw their way out from a disturbed soul, an unsettled one; a soul with the capacity to lose things.]

[This fear that runs in his heartbeat now is a primal thing. Hindbrain instinct, blowing his pupils wide and transforming his insides into white noise. It's the fight-or-flight response of his body attempting to dominate his mind. Frankly, he's insulted. As Donatello would probably say, they didn't mutate from a byproduct of the multiverse's most advanced scientific community just so they could submit to hindbrain.]

[Either way, Leonardo's response to fear has always been the exact same.]

[The cityscape is unfamiliar, but it's still a city. The soporific effect is powerful, but he's weathered worse exhaustions. Tranquil, guarded, Leonardo can be found gliding through a kata on the rooftops; moving through the fog-colored shadows of buildings; maybe he suddenly freezes and looks off in a direction, pelting away without another word.]

[Or maybe he finds several moments when the swarm finds him, in all of his dogged calmness, and he's forced to draw his sword through a rapidly clouding mind.]


ii. but we don't care about it.

Whoa!

[Okay, New York City bugs can be pretty impressive, but none of them spit acid at him before. Well, they did, but not the un-mutated ones at least. Leonardo snatches his arm back abruptly from the arc of caustic spit, blinking owlishly and backing up a pace or two, fireflies scattering from across his shell.]

Okay, note to self... Raph might be onto something.

["I hate bugs," Raph's voice complains loudly and helpfully in his head. Thanks, Raph. Leo sighs and brushes it away, gently sweeping his fingers over his arm to shoo away some of the buzzing fireflies settled there.]

Guess I'd better find him before he finds these little guys.

iii we'll finish what we started.

[He doesn't have to think too hard about this one.]

[Some giant creature wants to eat him? It must be Tuesday. Slashing at a vine that curls around his ankle, Leonardo wonders if this is some sort of karmic punishment for always badgering his brothers to eat more vegetables. Ha ha, Mikey. You can come out of the costume now, and leave his ankles alone.]

[No such luck. Gritting his teeth, Leo dives behind a tree and ducks just as a root comes whipping over his head, crashing into the trunk. He springs up, using the root as a foothold to launch himself into the branches of the tree and scurry for higher ground. If he can get a better angle on this thing, all the more helpful in not becoming its dinner.]

[He's never eating another salad again.]

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