The fate rests in your hands. {A tmnt 2012 2nd gen rp}

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Dakota let out an annoyed huff of air. "Then go back to them. I don't care what Tang said." He growled walking further into the alley. It was long and very dark. The buildings were too tall to allow much of the natural light from the moon to penatrate down this far ino the alley. He turned and leaned against a wall then slid down it until he was sittinf on the ground. His arms crossed and leaning on his knees. He knew she wouldn't be able to see him.

[Ben Kenobi]

Tara
"Hey don't put yourself down." I say sliding beside my new turtle friend. "Besides I didn't like my father much either." I say bumping my shoulder against his

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[crud I just left Demolition Lover's two characters alone together ^_^ Sorryyyyyy I'll fix that:]

Sio sniffled. She had no idea that the surface world was so...emotionally exhausting. And they'd only been up here for what, ten minutes???! She hugged herself tighter and frowned. "...okay." it was practically a whisper, and she kept her gaze locked on the ground as she turned to leave. She cast one last glance back at the alleyway, but she couldn't find Dakota among all the shadows. Shaking her head, she started sprinting full force back towards Aka and the girl. She was only a couple yards away from them when she crashed. Right into a street lamp. Her face was smushed against the pole, with her arms and legs sticking out in front of her as she let out a wail of agony. "...OWWWWWW!" she fell back on her shell and rocked around on the cement, clutching her temples and nursing her newfound headache. "Owie owie owie owwww!!!"

[making her entrance with style, of course...]

[TheLeaderInBlue]

She's eyes shone curiously, she wasn't the slightest but scared of the boy, but... Another ninja? In New York? She stepped forward, her hair falling over her shoulders as he four fingers wrapped around the handle of her long katana, she stood, hip clicking sideways as the moonlight shove down on her. "I'm not here to fight." She stated immediately, tone unthreatening. She was excited! Maybe there wer other clans of ninjas her and her cousins could make friends with! She assumed her team stayed together like she ordered.

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Dakota sighed hearing Sios crash. He was glad to be alone finally. He was better off this way. He got to his feet and walked through the alley. He heard a rustling noise to the right of him and he walked towards it cautiously pulling his staff out as he did. He stepped closer slowly . "Who's there?" He asked. Nothing happened but the rustling continued. He swallowed and took another step closer straining to see in the dark. Somwthing bursg from it making him yell and fall backwards onto his shell. As it flew higher he saw the outline of a pidgeon.

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Zash cocked his head to the side; surprise flashed in his face for a brief moment - was that...a turtle? He was trying to make sense of this, when it hit him like a bucket of cold water: the legends passed down in the Foot Clan about the devious ninja turtles...were true??? But...he didn't recall a female turtle being mentioned anywhere in those accounts. It didn't make sense.
"...Who are you?" he inquired interestedly; his claws remained unsheathed, even though this turtle claimed she had not come to do battle with him.

[TheLeaderInBlue]

Shen's posture was straight as she looked at Zash, eyes curious. She was formal, and much to her dismay, not scared of this boy, but interested. Much like her father was of Okoro Karai. She spoke with a clear tone. Both hands tightened around the handle of her weapon. "I am Hamato Tang-Shen." She said, eyes still and cold like an undisturbed pool of water. She thought a moment, and looked him over once more. The light drained from her heart as she spotted the foot emblem on his forehead. She actually visually looked disappointed. She didn't want to have to fight with this new ninja boy. Maybe the topside world wasn't as great as first sought out.. Would she have to fight everyone she was aloud to make contact with? Tang knew her place though, and her father made it quite clear that the foot was there mortal enemy. She didn't attack him though, and simply waited, to see if he could cooperate.

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Zash's heart jumped for a split-second in mortified recognition. "...You're a Hamato," he echoed flatly, his expression unreadable. His Tekkō-kagi glinted in the moonlight as stood straight and took a step forward. His face contorted into that of a wicked smirk. "I am Oroku Zashiki. My clan wishes for me to shred your family to pieces until there is nothing left but agony and woe." he took another step forward, his grin widening. "But I could care less for my family's wishes." No way in a million years was he going to let some age-old feud dictate his life. This girl intrigued him - and he wanted to decide for himself whether or not he liked her. Without warning, he dashed forward, his claws sliding out again as he held them up to her neck. "Are you really as evil as the legends say?" he cocked his head to the side, still smirking. "Were you raised by a giant, disgusting rat with razor sharp claws and fangs? Hey, you do have cold, white, unfeeling eyes," he noted, calling up bits and pieces from the legend to the surface of his memories.

[TheLeaderInBlue]

Shen's eyes widened as his claws flashed against her neck, but her eyes stayed calm. "And you're an Oroku." She listened to his assumptions, and blinked. "I was raised by my father and uncles... Who were raised by the rat you speak of." She commented, voice soft and song like. "As for my eyes." She said, the blue pools shimmering, "only when I have my third eyelids down." She said, flicking them down so her eyes were white. "If you've heard legends of us. We've also heard legends of you." She said quietly. "It's true that your presence alone is painful, and that your smirk could tear souls and wound hearts.." She noted back, nudging the claws up. She as well wouldn't harm him, but her sword clanked with his claws, lowering them so they weren't to her neck any longer. She stayed calm, but aware.

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Zash stared at her for a moment longer before dipping his head in consent, "...Fair enough." he stood erect once more, sheathing his claws and sniffing the air. "But it's also true that you carry the faintest reek of rotting sewage with you." he took a step back, framing her figure with his thumbs and forefingers. "And that your silhouette against the waxing moon resembles that of a monstrous killer prowling in the night." He crossed his arms and gave her a look, as if daring her to contradict those statements. "......Your father and uncles?" his grin widened a bit as he started to put the pieces of the puzzle together. "Who might they be, I wonder?"