[Fucking magic. Accelerator, despite being on the science side of things, doesn't hate the stuff, but it certainly continues to complicate his life. He doesn't really want to think about how some magic was able to get into Leo's head and replicate the prison dimension, since he still doesn't really understand the stuff....
And he doesn't want to consider this magic source doing the same to Donnie. Or himself. He's had enough people screwing with his head over the years, he doesn't need another. Turning his reflection on to block it out doesn't seem like a good idea, either. What if there's another reaction like with Donnie's mystic tech, but on the entire floor?
He exhales quietly.]
Goddamnit.
[The only good part of this is the possibility that the thing the turtles fought wouldn't be in here. If it is, it'll only be a facsimile.
(And he knows facsimiles are never as strong as the original.)
He clicks his tongue and after throwing Leo an exasperated glance, starts to follow Donnie.]
I can't fucking believe they built all this to protect junk.
[It's so much overkill, especially when it looks like they could be walking forever. Hopefully Donnie is right and that won't be the case.
The start of their walk is, thankfully, without incident. It's deathly silent, only the corpse-like shells of Krang suits floating around to keep them company. That probably won't do wonders for any of their collective anxiety, but at least they aren't getting attacked!
A short ways into the walk, though, there's a slight change. The dusty air remains the same, but Donnie will suddenly be stepping into a puddle that's coloured a deep red. It extends forward, directly in their path.]
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And he doesn't want to consider this magic source doing the same to Donnie. Or himself. He's had enough people screwing with his head over the years, he doesn't need another. Turning his reflection on to block it out doesn't seem like a good idea, either. What if there's another reaction like with Donnie's mystic tech, but on the entire floor?
He exhales quietly.]
Goddamnit.
[The only good part of this is the possibility that the thing the turtles fought wouldn't be in here. If it is, it'll only be a facsimile.
(And he knows facsimiles are never as strong as the original.)
He clicks his tongue and after throwing Leo an exasperated glance, starts to follow Donnie.]
I can't fucking believe they built all this to protect junk.
[It's so much overkill, especially when it looks like they could be walking forever. Hopefully Donnie is right and that won't be the case.
The start of their walk is, thankfully, without incident. It's deathly silent, only the corpse-like shells of Krang suits floating around to keep them company. That probably won't do wonders for any of their collective anxiety, but at least they aren't getting attacked!
A short ways into the walk, though, there's a slight change. The dusty air remains the same, but Donnie will suddenly be stepping into a puddle that's coloured a deep red. It extends forward, directly in their path.]