LEADER IN BLUE

🐢 the moment FOOD was mentioned his bored expression && body language changed like a flick of a switch. he hadn’t EATEN the plate —– && for once it had eluded his attention since he’d snuck the LAST SLICES OF PIZZA last night.

michelangelo narrowed his eyes as he shifted his stance, a grin HINTING a his beak ; of course he was down for this now. ❝            shell yeah ‘m about it !! prepare to taste some shell, leo !!             ❞ he exclaimed.

             ❛ It’s settled then. Leo removed his swords, placing them near the wall of the dojo. Today he planned on working with Mikey to improve their form, so weapons weren’t going to be necessary. His actions, he already knew, would signal for Mikey to do the same. 

           Harmony, an essentiality in any session of meditation. The burden of being a leader, in more ways than one now with Sensei gone ( not completely no, never completely ) was often too much. It was perfectly sound for it to be this way however; the wound was far too fresh. Only beginning to heal. Though, the murmur of the river nearby smoothed the crease across his brow, the chorus of the rustling trees birthed a serenity which facilitated an atmosphere for Leo to be at peace. A peace which brought with it the few, gentle notes of a guitar. Or, what sounded to him like one.

It was more curiosity which prompted him to look up, not necessarily alarm. Though, he was sure there was an underlying percentage of that emotion too. The woods were usually a quiet place for him -- lonely save for the creatures which made their home within.

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The Warlord should have expected an attack in the dark city streets. Modern places like this weren’t the safest places around. Not that he was any better, considering he’d been creeping around all evening stalking the passers by and occasionally stealing from them as well. Let’s call it his way of bringing himself up to speed with the modern era.

Perhaps this was just his bad deeds catching up with him. Of course there would be some do-gooder in a place like this. However, even his superior eyesight could not make out the stranger’s form in this dark lighting. All he could make out was that this stranger was… not normal. 

“You fight well,” he started with a chuckle.  “Would it be rude to ask just who it is that I am dueling with?”

            For trouble to present itself on a routine nightly patrol wasn’t so unusual, and Leo didn’t feel the need to call his brothers to the situation -- he could handle it. Or, that’s what he kept trying to convince himself of. With the darkness of the night as his veil, as well as the hood over his head, he faced his opponent after skidding to a stop a few feet away, daito katana braced in front of him. The other was strong, Leo would admit that.

❛ You’re not so bad yourself. ❜ Circling slowly, the moon managed to cast its face upon Leonardo’s form, and as he slipped off the hood, he continued, eyes narrowing in suspicion. Small talk was almost always a form of distraction.

           ❛ here’s the deal : winner gets the last plate of murakami’s pizza gyoza that’s left in the fridge. ❜ that is, if mikey here hadn’t gotten to them already. leo hoped not, for the sake of this sparring session. incentive he found, was much more rewarding than a lecture. ❛ -- well ? how about it ? ❜

“Chase is a martial arts expert who turns into a dragon because of some magical soup he drank way back when. Wuya’s also immortal but she’s got witch magic voodoo of some kind. They’re both similar but Chase is a bit more quiet, keeps to himself. Wuya’s a bit more… fiery.”

“That sounds like him.” Kimiko pinched her nose, sighing through her nose deeply. Speaking of Jack was more or less talking about someone that was a pain but also with some familiarity. Part of her wanted to shake her head and laugh. Classic Jack.

“We’ve got a few, yeah. Chase Young and Wuya, usually. They all have different MOS but they’re all working towards the same goal. More or less… Did any of them bothering you?”

          ❛ Well, I only met this Jack Spicer guy like once, and if he was trying to be evil well -- -- sorry I couldn’t really see it. He’s not your only enemy though, right? ❜ Blinking, Leo tried to recall his encounter with the redheaded ‘evil genius’, remembering only bits and pieces. One of them being his tendency to whine. 

            ❛ Watch your footwork. Your enemies will be. It’s how they’ll try to anticipate your next move and catch you off guard. ❜ Leo’s off to the side of the dojo, arms crossed as he observed April training with the dummy. There was no denying that her kunoichi skills were showing major improvement, no doubt due to her diligent training with Master Splinter. 

           ❛ Ready for that new episode of Space Heroes? I brought pizza! The others didn’t want to come because -- well -- ❜  Leo shrugged at the TV pointedly, while balancing the box of pizza in his hand. ❛ Space Heroes. ❜ Still perched on the edge of April’s window, he set the box down before climbing the rest of the way in. ❛ Although that’s probably a relief for you -- remember the last time we all crashed here? ❜ Literally.

“Yeah, Rick’s always talking about seeing the wonders of the universe and all that kinda stuff s-so I’m not really surprised that he was just like ‘oh cool’ when he saw you guys.  He’s not.. he doesn’t get amazed by stuff.  H-he’s pretty.. jaded, y’know?  He’s pretty used to it.”

It feels nice to share these things with someone who gets it, comments Morty’s brain as the young boy watches Leonardo take everything in.  “A lot of the time, yeah!  S-sometimes we need a break from each other to do our own thing b-but we always come back.  I-it’s kinda our life now, in a good way!”  Well, not always, but Leo doesn’t need to know that.

            ❛ Don’t worry, there’s no bad guys out -- -- I’m just on routine patrol. ❜ Though, a hand rubbing the back of his head hinted that there was something else Leo wasn’t letting on about. Knowing Pixie Girl was bound to ask more questions, the ninja sighed, arms dropping to his sides in defeat. ❛ That noise you probably heard was just me kicking a vent -- don’t ask why. ❜ Mentally, he kicked himself. That in itself was the equivalent of prompting someone to ask.