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[purplexing]

Who: Donnie purplexing and you..?!
What: Just a mutant teenage turtle who is also a ninja doing completely normal things that aren't breaking any laws whatsoever
When: Late April through early May
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: N/A
Notes: Will match pose style preferences!


I. One Man's Trash is Another Turtle's Treasure

It's always difficult to start from scratch. Difficult but not impossible. More annoying than anything else, really, but certainly not impossible. Having been at square one before, Donnie at least knows what he's in the market for and has a pretty good idea of where to look.

Well, so to speak. He's still relatively new to Central City but finding a junkyard isn't difficult when you have access to the internet!!!

Dangerous? Maybe. Profitable? Hopefully! Either way, the turtle is not planning to go back to the apartment empty-handed. He heads out early since it's easier looking through things when it's daylight, and in his experience junkyards are usually pretty devoid of visitors. Usually.

Purple may not be the most inconspicuous thing to wear but at least he's pretty good about being quick and quiet as he sneaks in.


II. Location, Location, Location

It may be disgusting but the sewers are nevertheless the perfect place to hide and get around in the city. In this instance Donnie's looking more for a hideaway than means of travel, but either way, it's still very clear to him that these aren't the same sewers as he's familiar with.

Sure, Leo had said he'd help look for places, but with excess free time and a lot of the projects he wants to work on hinging on finding a better place to do so, Donnie figures it can't hurt to do some location scouting too. Anyway, he's a ninja. He can take care of himself..!

The turtle errs on the side of caution for his sewer spelunking activities. The way he enters is never near the area he wants to check out, most of his traversing done underground as he scopes out tunnels branching out from the heart of the city. Of course, he's only one turtle, and while the sewers here probably don't run into abandoned subway stations or a maze of forgotten tunnels like New York, it's still a lot to poke around.

He's also unused to the idea that maybe there are other parties possibly interested in moving unseen in the sewers.


III. Alien Skylines

If someone's keeping an eye out some evenings, it wouldn't be terribly hard to spot the strange neon violet flares as something zips up along the length of one of the taller buildings.

Central City will never be New York. That's been established early on, but it still manages to make Donnie homesick every time he manages to get a good view of the cityscape from above.

The rooftops aren't exactly quiet but they allow just the right amount of ambiance that you can still think about things without a sensory overload. And there are a lot of things to think about. How to sneak into school of all things, how to not potentially short-circuit your own brain by accidentally plugging into computers somehow, how to unravel this Confluence nonsense, how to get your brother home safely... The list just grows and grows.

If Donnie's not leaning against the ledge staring out at the rest of the city or suspiciously eyeing the skies for any signs of raining people, then he's settled against a wall, messing around with his phone or tapping at a projected interface over his left forearm.


IV. Wildcard

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[purplexing]

[Yesss, art of redirection. He...totally meant to do that. Except the green guy who actually isn't a turtle knows someone's definitely here now.

From where he crouches next to the car, Donnie's eyes widen as he sees the... Actually what the heck is that. A hand??? What? It reminds him a little like Raph's ninpō but that can't be it.]

...suuure you aren't.

[He keeps the car between them, still hesitant to show himself.]

[torchbearer]

Honest. Just kind of wondering why someone was rooting through the trash at midnight.

[ he creates an armchair as a construct, sitting down on it. if the guy is spooked, no reason for kyle to make it seem like he's hunting him down. ]

The name's Green Lantern. I'm a superhero. Though I usually do my work in space.

[purplexing]

Oh, you know, mostly due to some delusion that no one would notice someone rooting around at such a time. ...I stand corrected.

[More green. Donnie leans out a little further, staring then. Did this guy seriously just make an armchair? Well, clearly he's not going to budge.]

Wow, people actually go around introducing themselves as superheroes? Huh. "Space" is pretty vague, there's a lotta space out there. Lemmee guess, Confluence?

[Veeeery slowly, Donnie eases up from behind his cover, clearly still wary as he still eyes this Green Lantern guy.]

[torchbearer]

That's right. My world was kind of like this one, so the introduction thing is sort of our schtick.

[ he doesn't move or make any sudden gestures. he's not that kind of guy anyway. ]

So what were you looking for in there?

[purplexing]

With the whole superheroes everywhere kinda deal? Yeah, my Earth doesn't have people in spandex running around making such claims.

[This teen may actually give the Green Lantern competition for the green title. Not that he's gunning for it or anything.

The hood of his baggy purple hoodie's down so once the self-proclaimed superhero manages to get a good look at him, it's pretty obvious Donnie's not human. The turtle lifts a hand to tip his goggles down as he can't help but be curious about what all kind of readings he might get from that glowing green armchair. Energy? Mystical?]

Oh...you know. Stuff.

[torchbearer]

Yeah, my world is pretty similar to this one, barring the whole government superhero guild stuff.

[ light energy, to be precise. hardened light energy constructs, if donnie is scanning closely. kyle hums. green people don't put him off (he dated one) and he has a feeling who this is. after all, he watched his saturday morning cartoons. ]

Technical stuff, blowing up stuff, tinkering stuff?

[purplexing]

Right, that...

[Which is a heavy suggestion as to his feelings on that particular matter.

Donnie doesn't focus on that for long, he's more intent on what all he's getting from his readouts. Fascinating.]

For the moment...technical. Sort of. Of course if I were going to blow up stuff I wouldn't be admitting as much to a superhero.

What are you using to focus and form all that anyway?

[In a way it kind of reminds him of his own ninpō, except he doesn't use it to make...chairs.]

[torchbearer]

So long as you're being safe about it.

And it's willpower. I can make anything I want as long as I can think it up.

[purplexing]

Yeah, uh-huh. Totally safe.

[He's not really planning on blowing anything up yet but this guy doesn't need to know that. And while Donnie still doesn't know if he can really trust Green Lantern or not, he's not wasting his outing here. So long as the guy's not stopping him, Donnie eventually turns to resume his "trash rooting."]

Anything? That's a wide range. No limitations? Animal, mineral, vegetable?

[He hauls open the hood of the car again, looking around for the prop rod to hold the thing open.]

[torchbearer]

[ he's putting his money on 50/50 here. ]

Yep. Anything. Whatever I can imagine.

[ to demonstrate, he creates a bugs bunny wearing a diamond ring with a carrot in its mouth. ]

[purplexing]

....

[Ohhhh that is...really frustrating for Donnie to process.]

But ...why would y- Know what, never mind.

[Nose wrinkling, he pointedly looks back at the car, squinting at whatever's left of the engine. He straightens up and sighs.]

Well, since you're not being weird about all this...

[He tugs off his hoodie so his battle shell won't be hindered by it. Namely so he can make use of its built in lighting as a pair of directional lights unfold from the armored shell, extending just over his shoulders.]

Much better.

[torchbearer]

[ so he was right. green lantern smiles before waving off bugs back into the ether. ]

I can imagine. Like I said. Space guy. Seen a lot of weird stuff out there.

[purplexing]

Man, I've always wanted to go to space. So...what kind of superheroing did you do out there? Same kinda superheroing one'd expect to do around Earth, just... on other planets or something?

[The remaining innards of this car look promising, but he's not going to get anything done without some decent tools, and a Phillips screwdriver isn't going to cut it. He's going to need to flex some mystic-tech...

As Donnie's focused on working out what all he'll need to do to start getting things loose, he neglects to notice the hood shifting slightly, the prop bar starting to give under its weight.]

[torchbearer]

Yeah, pretty close. That's what the Green Lantern Corps does. We patrol space, help others on different planets. Not everyone has a superhero running around.

[ kyle adds another glowing prop bar to keep the hood up. ]

[purplexing]

Got a whole Corp named after you? Heh. Although I guess that's kind of cool. Like Jupiter Jim, almost.

[He doubts GL will get the reference- it's still disappointing that even this version of Earth knows not the greatness of cult classics like Jupiter Jim or Lou Jitsu.

Donnie jerks his head up as the green light appears way closer than he's comfortable with, but it only takes him a moment to realize why it's there. He blinks, looking at the other rod before glancing back at Green Lantern again.]

...er, thanks.

[torchbearer]

You're welcome.

And not exactly. We're all called Green Lanterns. That's kind of the deal.

[purplexing]

Oooo...kay? Doesn't that get confusing when you're talking to each other though?

[He fixes a look back at the car, then shrugs. Well okay, it's not really too difficult a decision, seeing as he kind of wants to show off a bit himself.

In contrast to the glowing green, neon violet lines trace in the air near Donnie as he forms some power tools for starters to help him loosen bolts and other connections so he can get the engine free. At a glance it probably doesn't look all too different from the Lantern hardlight forms GL's made.]

[torchbearer]

[ huh. ]

We use our real names with each other.

Is that your super power?

[purplexing]

Oh. Guess that makes sense.

[Loose bolts clatter and ring off the ground as they fall away, and Donnie directs his light as he eyeballs things again. Stepping back, he lets the tools dissipate before he starts forming a new construct beneath the front of the car, a jack to raise it up so he can poke around from the underside.]

I guess technically it is a supernatural power so yes, I suppose you can say it is. And no, I don't do cartoon rabbits.

[torchbearer]

[ hm. interesting. ]

Hey, I happen to like cartoon rabbits.

Can you only do tools?

[purplexing]

......no.

[All at once he's cautious again. For good reason, Donnie's not registered and doesn't know which side of things Green Lantern is on. The guy...seems all right and all but who knows.

For all Donnie's glowing neon display, he's still keeping things relatively tame on purpose.]

[torchbearer]

[ seems like a yes. green lantern hums. ]

Sounds cool. Always nice to see a few people make constructs with an active imagination.

[purplexing]

[He would have trouble not grinning if he knew what the Green Lantern was thinking.

But instead Donnie continues his work. It is gruelingly slow but he doesn't want to draw a whole lot of attention to his scavenging trips by leaving cars in too many pieces.]

You make it sound like it's a common thing or something.

[Which kind of stings, really. He thought his ninpō was unique to him, even if building tech out of mystic powers is just the most sensible way to apply mystic anything.]

[torchbearer]

Well, all Green Lanterns can do it. And there's probably some power overlap in other worlds or places.

[ he wouldn't put it past them. ]

It's not the easiest power to use though.

[purplexing]

Okay, I have to ask. Why "Green Lanterns"?

[This he asks even as he starts to try wiggling things free from the car. From his shell armor, long appendages extract, clawed on the ends to grip things, and here they grab hold of the engine just to make sure nothing goes falling on Donnie's face as he works.]