TMNT OC Adventures! w/ Pie flavored Pie {p}

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You're doing pretty good! If you're wondering, I'm a slow mover when if comes to roleplays (like I detail e v e r y t h i n g), except situations like this where things will speed up.

If I'm not doing something right, you can let me know!

IC

Vittoria saw that he'd taken the opportunity to punch Lord Eddy in the face before dashing off to their salvation. She couldn't help but think that she would have done a better job in executing the punch, but she kept her mouth shut. Revenge tastes sweet, and she didn't want to ruin that for their new buddy.

They broke out of the fog screen, all three moving as fast as their legs would let them. Well, Felice was pacing 'Blufred', because she was the fastest, but that's besides the point.

It looked as if they were running into an alley. One look at each other and the thought was the same--this had better not be a trap.

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No prob :)

hoooo boy, this'll be a long one. I apologize in advance.

IC

The keys clinked together in the air, a sound that told the feline they were already airborne. Her cat mutation came in handy--the keys were nearly past her shoulder when Felice realized she needed to catch them. Her reflexes acted next. "Gotcha!" she confirmed, as her hand snagged them out of the air. Felice leapt the hood of the car with fluidity like that of water, then began to pick the key to unlock the car. She inserted, the key,began to wiggle it and--

wrong key.

After a couple seconds without the affirming sound of a car unlocking, Vi was instantly annoyed. "There are, like, two keys on that chain, Fee! The hell is taking so long?"

"I'm sorry! I just gotta pick the right one..." The cat girl apologized. She could hear the boots of Lord Asshole winding his way over, something she prayed Vi or 'Blufred' couldn't hear. The feel 'Blufred' and Vi's gaze burning into her face like the summer sun on a sidewalk was not helping things, either. Felice inserted a key and, this time, it turned. "Oh! So it was that one!"

"JESUS CHRIST, FEE." Vittoria hissed as the car doors went "click!"

No one had ever seen people pile into a car so fast. Before Felice had even gotten fully into the car, she'd tossed the keys into the cup holder that sat in between the driver's seat and passenger's seat for "Blufred' to use as soon as he needed. Before long 'Blufred' had started up the car and was peeling out of that alley like his life depended on it. Because, well, it did.

Vittoria reached a stubby hand past the front passenger seat's head rest to smack her friend in the head. This solicited an instant reaction from Felice. "Sh--Ow?! We got in the car, didn't we??"

She turned around in her seat to see Vittoria slumped in the back, no seat belt, arms crossed and looking stone-faced. Her eyes were blisteringly intense, despite the rest of her appearance. Slowly, she gestured a hand to the keys, dangling in the ignition. Felice looked a little closer at them. Apparently, her spectacular eyesight had not caught a minor, important detail--one of the two keys had the car manufacturer's logo on it. Felice, now incredibly embarrassed and feeling like the complete idiot she'd been, stammered, "Um... my eyesight... gets worse... under pressure?"

The reply hung in the air for a moment that seemed too long. Vittoria ended it by scolding Felice, hammering with "Goddammit, Felice. There is a f**king logo on tha--"

"Wont happen again!" interrupted Felice, who quickly turned back around to avoid her friend's pissed off gaze. She could hear her friend release a heavy sigh and plop her head to the back of the seat, before mumbling, "It'd better not." A breath. "I'd say you'd make my hair go white, but it already is."

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lmao welp

it was worth a try

IC

Vittoria let a "hmph!" pass through her nose but she didn't say anything. She just watched the street lights pass by, and scanned the other cars for anyone following for more than a couple stops.

"So 'Blues Jam', huh?" asked Felice. "How likely is it that you're a musician?"

Felice piped up, clapping her paws lightly together, saying, "Ooohhhh, cool! We need to go to a concert!"

Blues unhooked his receiver and began talking into it, before realizing that whoever needed to be contacted, in this case, "Vegas", wasn't responding. Felice and Vittoria weren't nearly as concerned as Blues was, with Felice commenting, "Maybe he's going to the restroom?"

Vi was about to let out another heavy sigh, but then she realized her friend's conclusion that the situation may not be as bad as it looked could one day be 100% correct.

Blues then asked for help, saying that he thought that the girl would much rather be dropped off than dragged onto a rescue mission. "Hold on." Vi sat up. "First of all, no one ever said that we trusted you enough to lead you to our front door. Second of all, we need to know your friend is definitely in danger before she or I help you out."

"Hm," pondered Felice. "He does seem like the kind to be rich enough to buy fancy contraptions. What do you think, Vi?" This solicited a grunt from her. The lavender gecko leaned her head toward the window and tightened her crossed arms. "Whatever you think, Fee. Knowing you, you'll wanna check it out, which automatically makes me outnumbered."

"Well, I go where she goes, so that means I'm helping." Felice smiled and flitted her hands together in a mini-clapping motions. "Eehe! Let's go make an adventure!"

Felice was glad she'd buckled up, or else there may have been some whiplash. City lights raced by in a single streak of light. Mixed with the car horns of angry drivers and other ambiguous street sounds, one might have thought they were time traveling.

"Of course, neither of us can help you if we all die before we get there." Vittoria mumbled sarcastically from the back.

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I just learned that geckos can see excellently in the dark, so that's now a thing lol

IC

The girls watched the door shut before stepping out of the car. Blue was already out and moving around, heading towards the edge of the garage. Their eyes adjusted to the darkness just long enough for their vision to be almost shattered by the lights turning on. Felice looks like she'd ate something sour. "Ow." Vittoria winced, but said nothing.

Opening their eyes again, they found they were amidst quite the mess. Vittoria could manage to pick out the vague barrier between weapons assembly and cleaning, and gunpowder milling. Some things were hung on the wall, some were leaned up against it. Mostly tools, car parts, gun parts and the remains of food products all over. She'd wondered if Blues even had a bedroom, of it he just slept in here.

Felice looked at everything in a way that she knew she wasn't going to be of any use. "Uh, Blues? I don't wanna disappoint ya, but I've never had any training with guns." She'd always left Vittoria to do the fighting part. Felice was good at running, and usually ended up being support. "I know Vi's had practice with pistols and stuff, so at least she's a little familiar."

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Cool! Will you still be active on heavymetalbronie or not?

IC

Vittoria glanced over all the weaponry again, disapprovingly. "Wait, of all this shit here you got, it's mostly broken? Seriously?" she asked. "I'm pretty good with my hands, but against Lord Shotgun I'd like something ranged."

Felice's eyes locked onto something way less sinister than anything in the room. It was a ranged taser probably swiped off of a police officer. She picked it up, played with it little, pointed it at some things across the room and then holstered it. "I'll be taking the taser, Blues!" she announced.

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OOH THAT WAS YOU?! lol I was like "huh interesting username!" Is there anything special behind the name?

Aighty! I'm fine with that.

Wouldn't it be creepy to stick a tracker on/in your friend?

IC

Felice aimed the taser playfully at random targets in the garage, being careful not to shoot it. Vi examined the gun parts and shrugged. "I always tell people that I'd rather have the ability to defend myself than not. But, someone always says, 'Well, just call the police!' Right. Would you rather call the police only for them to draw a chalk outline around your body when/if they get there, or have the tools to preserve your life?" Vi realized she'd been talking way too much, uncrossed her arms and took a deep breath. "Sorry. Kinda dove into that one." Felice rolled her eyes, then stuck the taser into her a pocket on cargo pants, commenting, "It'll be waaayy quieter than anything else you got, so I think it'll do."

Vittoria took the crossbow into her hands, then suddenly considered how far away she could be and still hit a target. "True, Felice. What's the range?"