[Audio] Just A Lil Buggy...

[saisdoesmatter]

*with the whole hitting up Nirvana thing and it NOT being the actual end of the road trip from hell, there were still lots of things to do. While others poured over information and the like, Raph braved the roads when the storms around the area weren't too bad. His bike was strong enough to take it and he had a feeling there was more to discover on the outskirts before they all moved on*

*even if he didn't have much luck, he parked at one point to radio in, since the winds made chattering to the rest of the convoy difficult at times*

Not much luck finding anything worth looking at within the agreed upon scouting range. I'd keep going but I know we're going to leave in the next few days so we'll be going further out anyway.

I'll be doublin' back in a few since I need a break.

I swear the terrain out here is trying to rattle me right outta my she--

*right in the middle of his report back, there's a sickening CRUNCH that cuts him off, following only with a scream of pain as the radio goes quiet for now as he dropped for the time being as another new monster form decided to sneak up on him*



[OOC: I promised I'd get this up before next event but Raphie's got double trouble coming his way. He'll pick up the radio to answer people who audio's back at him after he catches his breath but this boy's getting his scarab wings! :D Which means his shell's cracking to accommodate it. Otherwise you can come find him if you want.]

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[saisdoesmatter]

Typically this would be devastating for the turtle, but between the fierceness he had originally, the demon side, and now this blip into insectoid? Raph's just along for the ride at this point. The shell cracks and splits, sounding terrible even now, and lifts away from his back to show newly formed wings under there. They're still furled up, wet and needing to breathe.

He swallows hard and lets Edward sling his arm around him, listening to his friend as he nods at it. "T-thanks, Edward..." he manages, before cracking a smile when the war vet laughs at his dumb joke anyway.

"Oh yeah? I'll hafta do that."

The fact that Edward is here and talking to him helps distract him from the changes, though it aches and hurts even still as his body tries to make sense of it all. He shakes his head.

"I haven't, no," he starts, before the term makes him perk up, lifting weary eyes to Edward before he laughs again. "Wait, really...? Well now I gotta see it sometime to see if you sparkle."

[propatriamori]

Donnie will have stories about both of Edward's wolf forms, the pretty glitter one and the slathering monster war one.

Edward smiles and chuckles along with Raph. If he's laughing, then perhaps the worst of the transformation is beyond him. With one hand, he very lightly pets one side of Raph's cracked shell, his touch as light as a feather. The vibrations are showing him the new wings, but he doesn't want to draw attention to them yet.

"I've been told by multiple parties that yes, I do indeed sparkle in that form. I don't mind showing you, once you're more comfortable."

[saisdoesmatter]

Everything still hurts, but the cracking has stopped, since the shell has lifted to expose the wings and let them start to unfurl and get blood pumping into them. His joints have the armor plating, so there's the scent of blood in the air from where his skin was punctured, but otherwise he's hearty and whole.

He doesn't say anything about Edward touching him; he knows his friend needs to do it to sense what the damage is. It's very light and doesn't hurt beyond what is already there.

"Heh, I'll...hafta see that at least once... haven't seen a glitterwolf before."

[propatriamori]

Edward can feel Raph's wings twitching, wanting to be freed, and he lightly rubs the edge of his shell in encouragement. Through the hive mind, he sends another wave of acceptance, of kindness. There's also something else there, just on the edges: the faintest hint of excitement. The hive mind craves connection, the more the better, and having another member has pleased Edward's spider.

"I'll show you when we're back at the convoy. Wolf paws don't make for safe motorcycling."

He keeps tracing the edges of Raph's shell.

"The good news is, it seems your new changes have stopped. How are you feeling?" Edward knows how silly that question is, and his voice reflects it. "Beyond the obvious shock, of course."

[saisdoesmatter]

The aches and pains are still there, considering the armor plating that popped up and the shell cracking down the middle like a scarab's carapace. Edward's light touch helps reassure Raph that his shell is still there, just...different now. He wonders if that weakened the protection it used to give but the hive mind's blips of calm kindness helps ease a lot of his fears. He can't help but be scared of it - the phobia is still very real, even if he's gotten over parts of it like his friends' changes.

He chuckles a little, the murmur of excitement helping him refocus on the thought of a wolf trying to drive a motorcycle.

"Now that'd be a feat," he says, taking a slow breath as the wings keep twitching. "Better, now that like...it doesn't feel like something's trying to rip my spine out."