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[Audio] Just A Lil Buggy...

*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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[While it's nice to be somewhere that (outside of what the moon warp had brought) has allowed them something of a reprieve from the outside world, Donnie's been getting a little antsy because of the lack of anything to hunt around the city. At least nothing's restricted him from flying.

He's out looking for something to chew on before he gets too restless within the walls when he hears Raph's voice come up on the radio. It's not all surprising to hear that his alter-elder brother is out scouting.

That sound however? It's kind of alarming, especially when Raph cuts off abruptly from it.]

Raph..?

[There's something familiar about that sound, but Donnie can't quite place it. He grabs for his radio, even as he scans the area below. Where had he gone?]

-Raph? Hey- can you hear me? What happened??

*it takes a few minutes before the squelch of the radio starts back up again - mainly since he had to drag himself back to it after dropping*

--Dee? *he asks right back, though it's through gritted teeth* --something's wrong-- I thought somethin' sniped me but there's nothing out here but me...

[Donnie lets out a breath, relieved to hear any response from Raph at all.]

Which direction from the city did you head? I'm out here but you're going to have to give me something to narrow it down so I can find you, brother.

I went north; I figured start with the cardinals to see if there was anything that might be of note before we bail.

*he hisses as the pain in his back isn't lessening* Ow...jeez what the hell...

[Well that sounded... bad.

Leo hops on his radio from where the tank, where he's been holed up while the last of the sun sinks below the horizon. Now that it's getting dark outside, though, he can move more freely.]

Raph? Hey, doing okay, buddy?

[He'll head for his shellhog, just in case.]

*it takes a few minutes before the squelch of the radio starts back up again - mainly since he had to drag himself back to it after dropping*

--Leo? *he asks right back, though it's through gritted teeth* --something's wrong-- I thought somethin' sniped me but there's nothing out here but me...

North, got it.

[There's the sound of the wind as it cuts around him, and his wings flapping as he veers around to head back in the other direction.

He scans the grounds below, figuring it can't be nearly as hard to pick out a turtle around here.

Hopefully.]

Just...be careful in case there's somethin' out here that I didn't see--

*though when the pain gets worse, he lets up on the radio to drop to a knee so he's not screaming over the damned thing and freaking people out more*

*with how fast that Donnie can cover distance, it won't take him long to spot the parked bike. Along with a familiar scream from the downed turtle as his shell splinters again, reminiscent of what happened at the creepy carnival months prior*

You know it.

[Under different circumstances he wouldn't mind catching something else prowling around, but if it might jeopardize his brother's safety, it's not a complication they need.

But he doesn't like that it sounds like Raph's cut off again.

He hears him before catching a glimpse with his sharp eyesight, immediately breaking into a dive. Well, if anything else is out here, they would have heard the other turtle's screams too, so all the better to get down there quicker.]

Raph!!

Sniped!?

[Did he get shot or something? Ough boy...]

You're sure there's nothing? Hang on, I'm-

[The rest of his sentence is drowned out by the revving of his motorcycle.]

*with the radio abandoned, Raph is half using the bike for cover, in case he DID end up getting hit by something he can't see. The urge to just pop back into his shell for the time being is there, but he swears it feels like something is just ripping his spine right out of his body*

*he hears Donnie before he can see him with his enhanced hearing, hunkered down as he is on all fours, gritting teeth*

D-Dee?

*yet another crack sounds and he hollers, sinking fingers into the dirt to try and bear down on it as his skin ripples in places. Some of it shifts, hardening into familiar plating at his joints. The pain's bad enough as his senses are all over the place, a cacophony of sounds from the cracking of his shell and how the demon senses make it worse as it just scream danger danger danger over and over in his head*

Oh fu--AUGH!!! *his shell splits right down the middle, desperately trying to relieve pressure there*

Somethin' definitely hit my shell--I'm not far from the city but I should be away enough that their defenses didn't mistake me for something...

*the rippling pain is getting worse* --shit; be careful if you're comin--

[No sooner does Donnie's feet touch the ground that he's darting over to kneel at Raph's side, jerking back when the turtle cries out again, watching in horror at the unfolding changes.

He can't quite bite down a gasp when he sees Raph's shell split then, clamping a hand against his mouth.

What does he do? He can't do anything, knowing full well how these transformations go, and that on top of witnessing it happen is paralyzing.

Do...something..!

He wills himself to move, even when he feels nauseated by the sight. But what does he do?

Swallowing, Donnie crawls forward, hands raised uselessly before he shakes his head and brings them around the sides of Raph's head.]

I-I'm here. I'm here...

*he knows it's bad. Of course it is - these transformations during moon warps and everything were terrible on their own. He's seen it before when trying to help the others in the convoy deal with it when it happened to them*

*except it's happening to him. Again. He vaguely realizes that he's done this before - the pain familiar and damning. He isn't sure if the slower shift is better or worse than when he was snagged by the carnival ride that rushed him through a similar shift, long before all of the demon traits he had took hold*

*a torn whimper falls out of his mouth as he hears Donnie land, react, and force himself to stay at his side. Hands touch him, holding on - a desperate lifeline as green on black sclera lifts to toward the winged turtle brother of his, leaning into the touch to keep himself from utterly freaking out*

H-How...bad is it...? *he manages, knowing that there was nothing either of them could do except hold on for the ride, chitinous plating splitting skin as another crack sounds as parts of his shell lift and slide away from his back, exposing the delicate wings that need time to unfurl*

[That look absolutely claws at him, and he hates that he'd so badly felt like running. Donnie shifts closer, wrapping his arms around Raph's head like some temporary shelter. He dare not touch anything else when things had been in...motion.]

It's...happening again.

[Somehow he manages to sound calmer than he feels as he tries to focus on fact, even if fact is disturbing.]

Splitting your shell like a beetle's, for the wings to come out. I...think the worst of that should be over.

[Donnie can't quite suppress the shudder when he looks down at the nasty-looking crack that should never happen to a turtle's shell.]

*the fact that Donnie doesn't flee with the whole split shell thing helps a lot. Raph takes a shuddering breath, staying put as he knows there's split skin and shell and it probably looks bad. Bits of blood against glowing veins and all that*

*the pain is still there but the forced part of it has lessened, the wings trying to come out so they can fill and flick*

Ugh...it just...had to be bug stuff again--like at the carnival...

*even with how badly he feels, he hehs softly and leans into Donnie's hold to just breathe and let it do what it needs to* ...at least I can talk ta ya this time...

Y-yeah...

[Donnie hates any reminders of their time at the carnival, but he tries to push those thoughts down to focus on Raph. He can't quite still his tail from its anxious twitching behind him.

Assessing the damage these latest changes have wrought is no easy task. It seems pointless to ask if it hurts when Raph had been yelling out earlier. Donnie knows it had been no party getting his own wings in, nor experiencing his head split into three.]

What should I do..?

*that was a bit of a loaded question, wasn't it? Raph keeps breathing, appreciating the fact that Donnie is here, letting him just deal with the lingering pain. While the transformation wasn't the full sort as it was back at the carnival, the thri-kreen ones are definitely apparent with the bits of armor and the obvious wings trying to pump to get themselves properly working*

*he knows this isn't easy for either of them but the fact that he's not completely losing his shit is apparent as he knows they're both tense and anxious*

Mnh... *he glances toward his bike, where the radio hung, dropped when he dropped* Maybe...let people know it's not an actual threat so the crew doesn't freak out?

*he exhales hard, looking very tired* man i'm glad you're here though... don't gotta... do this alone...

Oh, right. Good call.

[Donnie glances over to see what Raph's looking at, nodding. Still, he seems hesitant to reach for his own radio, not wanting to let go, unreasonable as it probably is.]

Heh... Being alone does make things a lot less pleasant. At least it doesn't seem like a full change. Is it settling down any..?

[Instead of moving his hands, he uses his tail, reaching over with it to loop around Raph's radio, tightening to toggle the transceiver.]

Donnie here- I'm with Raph. Situation...mostly under control. Just an I.M.T. -ah, Inconvenient Monster Transformation.

*he hehs* I have them once and awhile.

*Raph knows with the positioning that Donnie's going to have to move to get at his radio if he's going to reach for the bike's, but he stays put to grab with his tail. Raph doesn't mind though*

It is. Like... it aches now; I think... it might be done? I just feel tired now.

*he smiles gently as Donnie radios in, taking the distraction for what it is as he knows he's going to have to move eventually. He really doesn't want to* Heh, we have a call out for that? News to me.

Ugh, I know how that goes. Shifting between forms usually saps me too.

[Donnie loosens his grip around the radio in case they get any responses, smirking a little. ]

Now we do. Think it'll catch on?

*flopped as he is, Raph just nods, shifting to see if he can at least sit up now. It's still a process and he doesn't get far*

Yeah, I could definitely sleep fer awhile.

*he laughs at the call out* It might, given how this stuff creeps up on people.

[Donnie loosens his arms from around Raph if only to help support him when he tries to get up. He shifts his legs so he can sit instead, stretching out a foot flex the feeling back into his taloned toes.]

Probably not a good idea to sleep out here though. We should get you back to the city.

[But he makes no attempt to hurry the other turtle. He knows how hard it is to move when the changes drain you so bad. For the moment nothing else has caught his attention around them, but he's also been a little focused on Raph.]

Unfortunately given the usual trend most probably wouldn't be able to make much use of them.

*he doesn't stop Donnie from helping him sit up, though the wings flutter a bit and complain a little about moving. He groans at it but manages to sit with his brother, letting the wings pump still as they need more time*

Probably a good idea... though I guess I won't be able to sleep on my back for a bit.

*of course he's in no real state to get going, much less drive his bike*

Mmm. True... *he considers, before he smirks a little, letting his head loll back slightly* When I said I wouldn't mind flyin' around with you, I figured it'd be way cooler than bug stuff... like c'mon I got demon shit and I can't even get cool wings that way? Just my luck...

[At least Donnie seems more solid than he looks, doing his best to support Raph if he has to lean for a while.]

Oh don't even start. I miss sleeping on my back...

[At least he can do it relatively comfortably compared to his hard-shelled brothers. Harder to do when you have wings, not to mention bony spikes sticking out of there now. ...not even going to talk about the suspiciously jagged seamline that's appeared about halfway down his shell...]

Well, not like we get much say in what all comes in around here. [He chuckles a little.] But if it works then you can't complain too much...

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