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That Wasn't the Plan Today
Date of Scene: 20 February 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Donnie picks up a tail from the Foot. And confronts it. I see you!
Cast of Characters: Donatello, Shredder




Donatello has posed:
It was a cold and kind of gross day out. Donnie was in full trench, hat, and of course purple scarf. He was working on making an actual glue-spitting gun things but had run out of supplies. Namely more DAP to test with along with circuits and wiring from the local Radio Shack. Now he steps back out into the cold, a bag full in one hand, and eyes the gray skies.

"It's gonne snow. Weatherman is always wrong," Donatello mutters as he steps out onto the sidewalk and begins to walk. Yet a tantalizing smell keeps him from heading straight home. It is near second lunch right? And there -is- Angelo's pizza. He makes his way across the street, passing an alley without any real attention on it, to get to the joint.

Shredder has posed:
    Turtles and pizza. It's fairly predictable. A man stands at the edge of the building, hands in his coat pocket. He doesn't look like he has anything to do. Still, he looks in Donatello's direction, and seems to peculiarly stare at him. Maybe because he's a giant turtle in a trenchcoat, maybe because he's creepy. He's japanese, blue jeans and a thick coat.

Donatello has posed:
Donatello ducks his hat and adjusts the scarf. They like to pretend it hides them well. It really doesn't. Thankfully most people are so used to weird these days they just let it go. The door is opened and the turtle slides into the pizza place. But he isn't gone long. Out he comes with a paper plate with two super gooey slices. He is, of course, eating it off the plate as his other hand is also full. Multi-talented is Donnie.

Shredder has posed:
    The japanese man is still there, and as Donnie exits, he starts to follow, making as if he is only walking to wherever he needs to be. His hands remain in his pockets, walking in the direction of the inventor turtle.

Donatello has posed:
Donatello makes unsurprising quick work of the two pieces as he turns a corner. And another corner. Then a third corner. It is almost like he is leading the man on after a few blocks. Teenager he may be, but he was also the smartest of his brothers. Acting as casual as ever he pauses at a trash can to dump the empty plate. It allows him to surreptisiously glance at the kid out of the corner of his eyes. With the foot back in town, he was on paranoid alert. In fact, he had been trying to make sure ONE of the bros was watching April at all times. Didn't work so well, but he and Leo were picking up the slack. "Nice day, huh?" He comments to his follower as he straightens from dumping the plate. He also set down the bag he was holding behind it and out of sight.

Shredder has posed:
    "It is cold," the man answers with an accent that betrays his heritage. He simply looks at Donatello, a little curious light in his eyes. "I thought turtles had cold blood. Does the cold not bother you?" He does not seem surprised that Donnie is a turtle, and since he has been spotted, he does not try to pretend that he has not been following him.

Donatello has posed:
Donatello reaches a three-fingered hand up and strokes his chin at the man. "Hmmmm, yes you're right. But as you can see, I'm not an ordinary turtle. You're normal red-eared slider is gonna hunker down in this cold. To me? Eh...probably as annoying as it is to you," He says with a wave of his hand. Donnie ponders what to do about the guy, or if he really should, and casually leans against the can. "So, was that why you was following me? Curiousity?" He actually smiles under his scarf. That would be a refreshing change. Maybe this guy was like Danny. That kid was fun once he got over his little Shred-obsession.

Shredder has posed:
    "No." The man glances about, possibly looking for signs of the brothers. "I have been given an order, to track you and learn more about you and your brothers. One of you unexpectedly encountered some of our operatives with the help of the devil of Hell's Kitchen. I will not pretend that either of us do not know who the other is."

Donatello has posed:
Donatello lets out a sigh and looks both relieved and more concerned than before. Standing up a bit straighter he uncrosses his arms and tilts his head slightly. "Well. Being up front. That's a new tactic," Donnie says with a huff. "Well, you obviously know we like pizza. Guess it will be make your own for awhile," The turtle grimaces in mild distaste. Maybe he could build a wood-fired oven down in the lair. "Well, you picked the wrong one of us to try and follow."

Shredder has posed:
    "Our master does not have a particular desire to fight you," the man says simply with the arch of one eyebrow. "She does not see a need for conflict as long as you stay out of our business. You cannot overcome us, but you can be a nuisance, and we have more important matters to see to than to pick a fight with old rivals." He continues to stand straightly facing Donatello, hands in his pockets. His stance is ready, of course, but he seems to be making no aggressive actions.

Donatello has posed:
Wait what?! She? That makes Donatello blink a few times and purse his mouth. "Uhuh...and who -is- leading your little gang ofcoxsackievirus A16," He says. Of course the foot soldier probably has no idea what that is, but this is Donnie. He wasn't ever that good with the insults. Hand, foot, and mouth disease indeed.

Shredder has posed:
    Indeed, the man just narrows his eyes, not sure what to make of the word. After a moment, he decides to not concern himself with it, and answers. "I am not here to discuss our leadership structure, most certainly not with a known foe of the Foot. "We have stayed in the shadows for some time, and we are not looking to come into the light now."

Donatello has posed:
Donatello gives a snort. He wasn't expecting an easy answer to that question. And he wasn't Raph who would try and beat it out of the guy. "Oh, hey, that's cool. You know, not like it matters. We'll still keep you from pulling off whatever it is. Because we're awesome that way," He says. This is where Mikey, if he were here, might be facepalming. Donnie really isn't the best when it comes to face to face wit. "So, am I going to have to play games to lose you tailing me, or you willing to just walk away?"

Shredder has posed:
    "If you see fit to meddle in our affairs, then we will stop you," the man admonishes. "You should take heed of the gracious warning you have been given. I do not need to follow you. If we need to find you, we will. We are the Foot."

Donatello has posed:
Donatello gives a chuckle and says, "Well then. Thanks for the warning, pal. I'll make sure to write in on the whiteboard when I get home, 'Gracious Warning: Foot Bad!" His hands spread over his head and apart, like someone putting up an invisible banner. That wasn't too bad, Donnie, as far as comebacks go. "But hey, we've stopped you before. We will again. My suggestion? Get a real job, do something positive for the world, not just yourself or someone else's selfish whims," And he reaches down, not taking his eyes off the foot soldier, and grabs his bad. "Anyway, chow!" And he ducks into the park enterance he had stopped by, ninja-quick like. He wasn't going to trust a FOOT to not lie and follow him. The second he is out of sight, smoke plumes from the area. Just in case you know?