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[Open] Transmissions Echoing Away

Who: Donnie (

purplexing) and you..?!
What: Weathering the aftermath of Downburst events while trying to get back into some semblance of whatever accounts for normal around here
When: End of July into Mid-August
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: N/A
Notes: Will match pose pref!

i. Lost Child (Tiny Turtle 1)
It was supposed to be a couple of simple errands, a stop at the hardware store and then an automotive shop for some replacement headlights. Sure, he might've been able to scavenge those but finding purple-tinted ones is considerably more difficult when you can't turn on cars in the junkyard to check.

Donnie tucks his phone away, a corner coffee shop catching his eye. Well, maybe a stop there on the way back. He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his purple hoodie, crosses the street...

...

The first thing that hits him is the noise and the brightness. This isn't the sewers, it's not even an enclosed space. Not to mention there are humans everywhere!

It's the blare of an impatient car horn that sends the suddenly small bundle of purple and green running for the nearest cover in absolute panic. But when you're only about two feet tall, practically everything towers over you and is that much more scary.

The purple-hoodied tiny turtle cowers under a bus bench. Just breathe, just breathe. What did dad tell them to do in a situation like this?

...he has no idea.

ii. Runaway (Tiny Turtle 2)
He has decided that the world above is terrifying. While he's been somewhat surprised that not everyone seems to freak out at first sight of a small, glasses-wearing, green child, not everyone proves to be very nice!

Case in point, a couple of thuggish bullies who have apparently decided it's good sport to chase him down.

For the record, Donnie does not think this is fun! He's in tears as he does his best to get away from them, but he has tiny legs and not the greatest coordination.

iii. What Fun is Force if it Can't be a Little Deadly
For how effectively Donnie had managed to clear out the otherwise abandoned warehouse the last time he and Accelerator had made use of it, the place seems to more or less have become a default space to use for their choice of illicit activities. The tape's probably still stuck in some places from when Leo outlined the layout for their even earlier heist.

Today, it is for the purpose of testing out weapons. Donnie's been working on a few things, one being finalizing Accelerator's laser attachment for his crutch, which Donnie can't really test out in the penthouse.

And then there's his personal project he'd decided to sink some time into ever since those Arcadian guards had popped up and power neutralization was a thing: the resurrection of his beloved tech-bō, Version 2.0. This one's considerably pared down from the original model, sleeker and more subtle. True, it was hard to convince himself that he didn't need a flame thrower, or a saw, or even a third of what his fourteen-year old self had crammed into the original design, but he is pretty happy with what he's come up with.

He's even more eager to put it through the motions.

iv. Frequency - (first come, first serve)
It never fails; you're just walking along, enjoying your fancy cup of coffee when you suddenly get hit by some several hours' worth of memories that you technically hadn't even experienced yet. The sensation's jarring enough that it stops Donnie dead in his tracks.

A foiled heist gone wrong, The Foot Clan again, April dragging some unconscious kid into the Lair, aliens--!

His coffee's all over the ground now but his thoughts are still scattered between places, eyes twitchy like he's dreaming with his eyes open. It takes him a moment before he gasps, feeling like he'd just been submerged underwater.

"Uggh that was really weird and highly disturbing, let's not do that again," he groans, running a hand over his face.

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Accelerator is out doing a quick coffee run, because of course he is, when he catches sight of a flash of purple and green across the street. His brain automatically jumps to Donnie, those are his colours, but that's all of two feet of purple and green. Donnie isn't that, he's a lot taller.

Still, it's enough to pique his curiosity, so he crosses the street and over to the bus stop.

It's when he leans down and looks under the bench that is clicks in his head. "Shit," he mutters under his breath. That is one very small turtle.

Oh no, spotted?!

Donnie stays veeeery still in hopes that maybe this human is just passing by, but then he sees feet stop right by the bench. He gives a small hiccup of a gasp when said human's face appears to look at him.

He'd bolt but that's almost as scary a thought. There's cars and more people and he has no idea how to get home. Maybe if he covers his eyes the human will go away. ...except he knows that probably won't happen.

So he stares back at the strange looking person. Is he a tiny old man? But he's not wrinkly like what he's seen on dad's TV. And he's got red eyes. Is that healthy?

Upon seeing Donnie's deer-in-headlights expression, Accelerator straightens back up. He needs to think about this for a second, and he doubts hovering too much is going to help the situation.

He can't very well just walk away. Even if this isn't Donnie, this is clearly some small turtle-child that needs an adult. This is the kind of kid that shouldn't be wandering around Central on his own, because there's a chance some sketchy adult could scoop him up. He should try calling Leo, though waiting around for who knows how long with the kid under a bus bench isn't a good idea either. Ugh, maybe he should just kick the bench over and grab him, but he'd probably start freaking out.....

How would he deal with this if this was Last Order?

"What a pain in the ass," he mutters under his breath, before shifting his grip on his crutch and moving to crouch down. When he speaks again his voice is a little gentler. "Yo, hiding under there isn't safe."

Oh, is he going away? No, the feet are still there. Donnie squeaks in surprise again when Accelerator's face reappears.

"...."

Is he talking to him? Well, there's no one else here under the bench with him. Donnie glances around reluctantly before very slowly crawling backwards. When he's up on his feet he edges towards the end of the bench to peek at the white-haired teen.

Okay, that's one step in the right direction. Accelerator gets back to his feet, frowning. There are a whole lot of things he could say, but it seems pretty clear Donnie doesn't recognize him, so most of them would make him sound crazy and/or like a kidnapper. He thinks a bit on this, then something out of the corner of his eye catches his attention.

Well, it had worked for Last Order and that nun....

He points at a nearby McDonald's over on the street corner. "You hungry?"

Accelerator isn't so big now that Donnie's not on the floor. The fact that he's using a crutch doesn't go past the kid either. He stares at it a moment, fascinated by the design before he looks up at the esper.

As if on cue, his stomach gurgles, and he look down at it before looking up at the human again, giving a shy nod.

Yeah, he's not super surprised crappy fast food works. That stuff is like drugs to little kids.

"Okay," he replies with a nod. "You wanna stay out here or go in?"

He's noticed Donnie isn't talking and is still acting really cautious. From what he knows about the turtles' upbringing going into a restaurant might be too much to handle, and he damn well isn't going to try dragging him in if he doesn't want to go.

Neither option really sounds great. Donnie looks around anxiously, but there's a lot of 'out here' and the thought of being alone in it is more scary than going with a strange kid with red eyes. What if he doesn't come back? What if someone mean comes before then?

He finally inches away from the bench, closer to the esper with an expectant look.

"....."

It's a good thing he can be patient when he needs to be. There aren't really any good options here, though Accelerator is at least glad Donnie's going with the one that doesn't leave him outside alone for any longer.

"Alright." He looks around and then, coming to a decision, reaches up to hit the switch on his choker. That lets him pop the cane portion of his crutch out, which he tosses to Donnie. "Don't worry about people freaking out over you, this place has plenty of weird shit going on. But if someone tries to start something, beat the hell out of them."

Can Donnie even use a staff at this age? Does it matter? Hopefully having a weapon (any weapon) to defend himself with will help a little.

And with that said, Accelerator will turn and head over to the McDonald's, expecting Donnie to follow.

His hand-eye coordination isn't quite that great so he almost knocks himself silly with the thing as he fumbles to catch it. Arms securely wrapped around the thing, he looks at it a moment before looking up at Accelerator. How'd he know?? Maybe he's psycho!

Oh but he's moving now. Wait, does he not need this? Donnie flails a bit before hurrying after the teenager.

It's probably a very good thing Accelerator has already whitelisted Donnie. If he hadn't, he'd have to do it right now. There's no way he could be walking around with a little kid like this with the risk of killing him.

He enters the restaurant, holding the door open for Donnie since his hands are full with the cane, then approaches the counter. The place isn't too busy, thankfully, and he orders a chicken nugget happy meal and a coffee. It comes with a toy that Donnie can pick out, some little plushie that Accelerator quietly thinks is kind of dumb but something Last Order would go ballistic over.

This is the first time he's ever been in a human eating place, and it's not even with any of his family! Donnie edges closer to Accelerator, grabbing a fistful of the end of his shirt once they get inside, still hugging the staff as he looks around.

He brightens up at the option of toys with his food! This is stuff he's only seen on TV whenever dad wasn't watching his weird infomercials. For reasons unknown, he chooses the pineapple. He has such a strange love-hate relationship with the things but so long as they aren't anywhere near ham they are completely acceptable.

At most Accelerator glances down a little when his shirt is grabbed, though since he's used to Last Order doing that sort of thing he isn't bothered. The person at the cash register gives them a bit of a look, but she isn't being paid enough to care so she takes the order and gives Donnie the pineapple without any issue.

Their food won't take long to be made, and when it's ready Accelerator will grab it and lead Donnie over to a table. Once he's sitting down he's switching his choker back to normal mode to preserve the battery.

This could be going a lot worse, he supposes. After Donnie eats he should probably try and contact Leo, and just hope he hasn't become child-sized as well.

Donnie squishes that pineapple gleefully, holding it while bouncing it off Accelerator a few times before very carefully putting it into his pocket. He's a lot more at ease by the time the food's out, putting the staff on the chair before clambering up onto it to sit.

When Accelerator sits himself down, he'll find the turtle watching intently as he taps that choker of his. Then he points.

"What's that for?" Lo, he speaks!

Accelerator just placidly lets Donnie bother him, even more reminded of Last Order. It isn't something he's given any thought to before, but he supposes spending time around her has made him more tolerant of little kids being little kids.

Still, he's very glad when he can sit and drink his coffee. He starts sipping at his drink when that question comes, and he raises an eyebrow. Guess he's capable of talking when he wants to.

"It's a medical device," he starts, mulling over how much to say. "It helps me use my powers."

"Powers?" His eyes widen. "Are you a superhero?" Or maybe he's a robot. But why would he need a crutch to walk then?

Donnie stands up on the chair so he can better reach the contents of his Happy Meal. He sticks a fry into his mouth and roots around before pulling out a dipping sauce container which he fiddles at the edges for a bit before he holds it out to Accelerator. Open please.

"I -......"

He very nearly gives his normal answer, but interrupts himself and frowns. Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal, it'd be good to freak out some tiny kid he's helped to continue instilling that whole 'You don't want to be around me, I'm dangerous' vibe. Like with that idiot kid back in Academy City that he saved and wanted to partner up with him to do heroism or whatever the fuck was going through his tiny brain.

But he is specifically trying to make sure Donnie doesn't run off, into traffic or into some low class supervillain that would hurt him. So he stops.

He sets his coffee down and reaches over to take the dipping sauce, opening it up before handing it back. "Nah, I'm just psychic."

That seems to be an equally acceptable answer as it gets a happy gasp and a grin. "I knew it!" he says, taking the dipping sauce and plunking down to start eating.

He pushes the box and its fries over towards Accelerator, evidentally wanting to share while he gives the chicken nugget in his hand a delicate dip into the sauce.

Taking up his coffee again, Accelerator sips it slowly. "Did you, now," he replies casually, looking down at the happy meal. He isn't particularly hungry, but he'll still grab a french fry and munch on it.

Donnie nod-nods, munching on another nugget. He shoves the rest of it into his mouth so he can use both hands to pick up the staff from the chair beside him, holding it over the table. Or doing his best to, anyway. It's still awkward for him to handle for its length even if it is fairly light, and hopefully he doesn't end up hitting Accelerator in the face with it in his effort to hand it back over to him, chicken fingerprints and all.

"When you gave me this," he says, looking proud of his deductive skills.

Accelerator minds the fingerprints a lot less than getting bonked on the head. Which is happening, because he's in the middle of sipping his coffee when Donnie tries to hand it back over, so whomp! There is a bonk.

"............."

He inhales through his nose and takes the cane back, leaning it up against his chair. It's fine, this is fine. He pushes on ahead, acting like that never happened even though it totally did. "Right, because you use something like this to fight with."

Uh-oh. Donnie ducks his head a little, wondering if the human's going to be mad now. That's the usual response when it's not crying. He releases a breath when Accelerator starts talking again, sinking back onto the chair. Maybe his psychic power made it not hurt!

"Mine's wood," he says as he grabs a fry. "I like that one." Except for it being kind of too long, but it was metal and shiny and smooth.

Who needs psychic power when you're a total pushover when it comes to kids?

Wood, huh? Did he always have that one? It's hard to imagine Donnie sticking with a non-tech wooden staff for so long.

"Metal's tougher and lighter. It's going to be a lot better for a weapon compared to wood," he replies thoughtfully. "But I guess it'd be harder to get ahold of."

"Some metal's heavy," Donnie objects between munching on nuggets. "Like pipes and papa's teapot."

But a metal bō would be so cool! Although he supposes he should probably get better at using a regular one first. He's knocked himself upside the head and banged his knees with the thing enough to figure that a metal one would probably hurt a lot more.

"That's why you find a kind of metal that's resilient and light. Alloys are good for that, though they're a lot harder to get ahold of because of the work involved in making them," he replies casually.

Academy City probably has some super advanced alloy not available anywhere else in the world. Excelsior, too. He figures Donnie had picked up what he needed for his crutch at the recycling facility here in Central, but he isn't sure.

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