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And a Time to Every Purpose

WHO: Donnie-ma-tello and you
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Being a rebellious teen or something
WHEN: Mid to late Sept.
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match pose format!

I. A Time to Plant
It had taken... a little longer than he'd wanted but Donnie's finally found a place to plant what flora samples he'd saved before the volcano evacuation. He's picked an area in the northwestern part of the city and spent some time pushing aside rubble and setting up a rough perimeter to mark the area off, a square of dirt roughly six feet length and width.

Finally he's ready to transplant things, and with the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up, he does so. His right forearm is bandaged up and around his hand, which he frowns at once he realizes he'll have to get it changed out for all the dirt it's collected, but what can you do?

Another hole prepared, another plant eased in. He carefully gathers the dirt around it, patting it flat. When he hears someone's approach he tenses just a little, but the fact that it's day eases his guard, if just a tiny bit.

"You don't by any chance have the plant people on speed dial, do you?" he asks, though he hasn't looked up to see who it is.

II. A Time to Lose
With still no word about the shuttles, Donnie wonders that no one's gone to check. Then again, given everything that's been needed to be repaired and cleaned up, he supposes people have just been too busy.

He's prepared to be disappointed about the continued absence of the shuttles.

He is completely unprepared for an absent hangar.

"Wha-??"

The area's blank, the building... but if it had collapsed completely then it would have surely left more of a mess, wouldn't it have? So he's running up the road to where it is, or was, or should have been, and the closer he gets, the stranger it is. By the time he comes to the end of the road, which at a glance seems to stretch further along, the turtle's frowning. "Not gone..." he murmurs, brow furrowed as he brings up a hand before abruptly jerking back wide-eyed, with a jolt. Or perhaps from a jolt.

III. A Time to Cast Away Stones
He hadn't really found a space he actually wanted to claim as his own, and with the volcano and aftermath still fresh in his mind, he's a little hesitant to look. But if he wants to do more things, having his own workshop and lab is- in his mind- a necessity.

It's even harder with so many places leveled or more damaged, harder still to tell what's sturdy and what's compromised. Donnie pokes around some of the buildings in the northeastern sector of the city, eyeing the outsides before ducking into a doorway to inspect the inside.

IV. A Time to Break Down
At some point he gets tired of looking at broken buildings and decides to stick to his roots, slipping underground and into the sewer system. It'd probably be a good idea to see if the tremors had caused any damages. Well, new damages. It doesn't look like much upkeep has been done with things here, so Donnie tries to be extra careful as he makes his way along the darkened tunnels.

He's opted to wear the hoverboots Tony had gifted him, just in case there's any trouble spots. But he's lived in the sewers of New York City so he highly doubts this one has anything it can throw at him that he can't handle.

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Turns out Donnie wasn't the only one curious about the shuttles. Sonic has been zipping around the parameter of the forcefield for a while trying to figure this crap out on his own. Now that Donnie's here with his big nerd brain, Sonic comes to a stop next to him and tries to look cool.

"Yo! You didn't run face first into the forcefield too, did you?

"...And by too, I mean I definitely didn't do that. Twice."

Donnie's taken to glaring at the thing obscuring the hangar and so when Sonic appears, he jumps.

"-ohmybananapancakes don't do that!" he sputters, exasperated as he brings a bandaged hand over his chest. This sort of entrance may be normal when it comes to dealing with the hedgehog but the last person Donnie had encountered who virtually appeared out of nowhere had not been nearly as friendly.

"No, I did not run into it but it still surprised me." He sighs, looking back at the shielding with a frown...before blinking and sliding a look back at Sonic.

"Twice? Really."

Sonic ignores the fact that he's just startled Donnie out of his shell and instead crosses his arms, looking a bit indignant.

"The first time was an accident! The second time was experimental, y'know, like for science!"

He pauses and clears his throat, glancing away as he mumbles something else, "...and the third time is because I didn't learn my lesson from the first two times."

His head snaps back in Donnie's direction like he intends to make some kind of smartass comment, but stops short once he notices the shape the turtle is in, "anyway, what'd you do to your hand?"

The explanation for one and two are fair, so Donnie nods, agreeing with the necessity of things done in the name of science. It's the third admission that has him raise a brow again, sighing.

All at once he's tense again when the hedgehog's attention is on him. He blinks, glancing at his hand, the bandaging going well past his wrist and just short of his elbow. Now that Sonic's studying him he'd see the bit of bandaging around the turtle's neck too.

"Uh..." How to explain.

"...someone tried to eat me."

"Wh-- eat you!?"

Well that... sure wasn't the answer Sonic had been expecting. The weird forcefield is all but forgotten as Sonic looks Donnie over, double alarmed when he sees the bandage around his neck. He stands on his toes and leans in to get a better look at the whole neck situation, sorry about the invasion of personal space.

"Are you okay? Do we seriously have cannibals now!? Er-- well, I don't know if it counts as cannibalism if it wasn't another turtle? Never mind, just answer the first question."

Donnie pointedly leans back as Sonic leans in, wincing as he turns his head before taking a step back instead. "Ow, ow, ow..."

He manages to catch himself from shaking his head, breathing out another sigh. "Yes? No? I don't know, I mean, all things considered, I guess I'm okay... I am here and talking to you, that counts for something, right?"

"Sorry, sorry."

Sonic realizes that he's being a rude douche and takes a step back, raising his hands apologetically. He doesn't need Donnie hurting himself anymore than he's already hurt.

"I mean, yeah, that does count for something. Physically you look okay, apart from, y'know..." he motions vaguely at the bandages, "but someone trying to make you a snack is pretty screwed up! Who even does that?"

"I don't know!" Donnie not quite wails, tossing up his hands. He brings his uninjured hand back to massage the back of his neck.

"I couldn't really get a good look at her on the account of her shoving my face into the ground. She was small but really strong, my jaw's still sore." He hugs his arms around himself with a shiver.

"And she was fast! I don't know if she can keep it up like you do, but in a short distance, one moment it was a clear street and in the next, she was right on me."

"Fast, huh?"

Oh no, Donnie, now Sonic's getting ideas. Probably not smart ones, judging by the grin that spreads across his face as he rubs his chin.

"So you didn't get a good look at her? That's okay. Maybe I can lure her out by looking delicious."

Sonic please your turtle friend is clearly traumatized.

It's the grin that clues him in as to Sonic's thoughts then, so very out of place considering the subject matter as far as he's concerned. Donnie frowns.

"Well, it was dark too. All I really got a good look at was her teeth and it was not pleasant." His hand drifts towards his neck, fingering where he'd felt those fangs dig in. "But then she like...vanished right before she could really dig in. I thought she might be messing with me again but it didn't really make sense. And anyway, I wasn't taking any chances."

He fixes Sonic with a look. "You shouldn't either."

That Donnie look does kind of wipe the grin off of Sonic's mischievous little hedgehog face. God, first Tommy won't let him pick a fight with Whisker McSunglasses, and now Donnie won't let him beat up Little Miss Cannibal. Two people who are apparently actual problems?? Guys please.

"Okay, okay, I won't go try to like, fist fight her or anything."

That said, he pulls out his phone and fiddles with it a bit.

"...but I might call her out a little."

The turtle sighs, but he knows he should hardly be surprised at Sonic's thought process here, especially given what the hedgehog's told him. He looks cautiously relieved as the other relents, although uncertainty settles between his brow again as Sonic pulls out the communicator.

"Whaaat are you doing."

"Nothing illegal."

He beepy boops on his phone a bit before holding it up and giving his best finger gun to the camera.

"Hey everyone, Sonic here!"

Yes, he is doing this. Right here, right now.

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