[There's a lot of things Leo is really tired of today. Pink aliens. Portals. Ugly monsters. Being conscious. That's just the short list.
For a second, when he was suddenly ripped out of the Prison Dimension and found himself falling, he thought his brothers had pulled off some kind of miracle, had found a way to save him after all. But now, laying on the ground, he knows that has to be wrong, because he'd recognize the New York City skyline anywhere and this ain't it. So either someone else got him somehow, or Mikey is at bad at judging portal distance as he used to be.
He'd love to just lay here and contemplate how his life got to this point, but there is a pink alien again (he's not claiming responsibility for this one, he just got here) and a lot of craziness happening and he should get up and... do the hero thing.
Which he does, slowly, except his body is one giant bruise and it feels like there are definitely more injuries than that. He's probably concussed? Hm.]
Alright, I'm... I'm up! Come at me, aliens or whatever, I want to get this over with so I can- [Cough, hack, cough.] Eugh boy, that sounded bad.
[At least he has one of his katana... somehow? No idea how he got it back, but he's got it out and... leaning on it like it's a cane oh lord why, if this is his pre-death hallucination he'd like for it to end now please.]
B: Was This Kid Raised In A Sewer (Diadem)
[Leo has been to exactly one hotel in his life and it's owned by a mafia boss who has serious beef with his dad, so staying there was never exactly a relaxing experience. Which is to say, he has never been to a place like this, but what he does know is it is swanky, and now that some nice healer has put his body back in functioning order he is going to take advantage of it.
Catch him at the hotel's restaurant surrounded by empty plates and flagging down a waiter.]
Ooo, okay, can I get another one of these virgin daiquiris, and can I try the creme brulee? [He is absolutely not pronouncing that second one right.
Or he may be outside the hotel's spa, staring at a piece of paper, before catching the attention of anyone in the vicinity.]
Hey, do you know which of these facial treatments puts the little cucumbers over your eyes? I've always wanted to try that.
[And no, he is... not making much effort to look human. He put on a shirt and some pants but that's about it. Whoops.]
Leonardo Hamato | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
[There's a lot of things Leo is really tired of today. Pink aliens. Portals. Ugly monsters. Being conscious. That's just the short list.
For a second, when he was suddenly ripped out of the Prison Dimension and found himself falling, he thought his brothers had pulled off some kind of miracle, had found a way to save him after all. But now, laying on the ground, he knows that has to be wrong, because he'd recognize the New York City skyline anywhere and this ain't it. So either someone else got him somehow, or Mikey is at bad at judging portal distance as he used to be.
He'd love to just lay here and contemplate how his life got to this point, but there is a pink alien again (he's not claiming responsibility for this one, he just got here) and a lot of craziness happening and he should get up and... do the hero thing.
Which he does, slowly, except his body is one giant bruise and it feels like there are definitely more injuries than that. He's probably concussed? Hm.]
Alright, I'm... I'm up! Come at me, aliens or whatever, I want to get this over with so I can- [Cough, hack, cough.] Eugh boy, that sounded bad.
[At least he has one of his katana... somehow? No idea how he got it back, but he's got it out and... leaning on it like it's a cane oh lord why, if this is his pre-death hallucination he'd like for it to end now please.]
B: Was This Kid Raised In A Sewer (Diadem)
[Leo has been to exactly one hotel in his life and it's owned by a mafia boss who has serious beef with his dad, so staying there was never exactly a relaxing experience. Which is to say, he has never been to a place like this, but what he does know is it is swanky, and now that some nice healer has put his body back in functioning order he is going to take advantage of it.
Catch him at the hotel's restaurant surrounded by empty plates and flagging down a waiter.]
Ooo, okay, can I get another one of these virgin daiquiris, and can I try the creme brulee? [He is absolutely not pronouncing that second one right.
Or he may be outside the hotel's spa, staring at a piece of paper, before catching the attention of anyone in the vicinity.]
Hey, do you know which of these facial treatments puts the little cucumbers over your eyes? I've always wanted to try that.
[And no, he is... not making much effort to look human. He put on a shirt and some pants but that's about it. Whoops.]