14105/Alleygebra II

Alleygebra II
Date of Scene:	11 February 2023
Location:	Alleyways: Brooklyn
Synopsis:	12 Foot Clan Ninja - 12 Purple Dragons + 1 Ninja Turtle x 1 Half Alien = X. Solve.
Cast of Characters:	Michelangelo, Jeremy Stone

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Michelangelo has posed:
There's something to be said about it being dark and night. And that thing to be said is pretty quiet considering that there's an alley full of Purple Dragons loitering in front of a giant truck. The back of the truck is open and it's showing off all of the products they've stolen in the last few hours. There's about a dozen of them and they all seem to be waiting impatiently, each of them holding some various weapon of the melee persuasion like a pipe, chain, baseball bat. The list just continues on.

Almost out of nowhere, it's almost mystical the way that a dozen ninja arrive out of the shadows. Not just any ninja, though, these are members of the Foot Clan as their outfits and identifying symbol show. They all stand at focused attention as the lead Foot Soldier stares at the Purple Dragons.

"Hey! Yous' gotta' stop doin' that!" The head Purple Dragon of this particular crew tries to play off his fear. "We got this week's payment."

The Foot Soldier doesn't say anything but just tilts his head to look past the Purple Dragon and into the truck. Hm.

From above, though, there's a pair of eyes watching this all go down. He narrows his eyes for a moment while trying to focus on what the Purple Dragons and the Foot Clan are talking about. As his head tilts in the light, it becomes clear that this is a turtle rocking an orange bandana mask around his eyes. As he watches, he brings a large slice of pizza up to his mouth and takes a bite... pulling slowly at the extendable cheese.

This one's Michelangelo.

Jeremy Stone has posed:
It's been an interesting past few weeks for one Doctor Jeremy Stone.

It began when he was visiting a colleague's studio in Gotham to review some work and offer some sage or not so sage advice. This ended up with facing down some sort of eldritch horror from the depths of some sort of lovecraftian fever dream.

...So basically a night in Gotham.

Then later a botched blind date set up led to him being bitten by a cybernetic augmented attack dog with super strength and a bowie knife in Central Park.

So basically a night in New York.

So needless to say the HALO Inc. scientist has had chance and circumstance shoving him into the most bizarre situations.. Exactly the sort of thing he took a sabbatical from HALO to get -away- from. And now, this evening, after a slight stretch of normalcy, he finds himself leaving yet another fellow professors abode, research papers in hand, and doing so far later then he intended to do so. His footfalls take him down the streets towards the nearest subway...and slowly past the alleyway where this dangerous meeting of minds is taking place. Idle curiousity causes him to look that way, slowing down slightly as a dozen ninjas appear within the alley, emerging from darkness itself and his mouth hanging open slightly before he simply groans softly.

"...I gotta fix my work schedule so I stop getting asked to meet people this late at night..."

Michelangelo has posed:
"We got some good stuff, huh? Cell phones, smart tvs, we got the whole truck packed to the gills, man!" The Purple Dragoner seems to be trying to make sure this tribute is up to standards. Or at least talking it there.

The Foot Soldier doesn't pay any attention to the Purple Dragons as he steps up to take a deeper look into the back of the truck. He raises his hand to motion for the others...

When a pepperoni smacks him right on top of his head.

"Oops! Sorry, dude!"

The voice comes from above as both the Purple Dragons and the Foot Clan soldiers look up to see that large turtle that was on the roof is now on top of the truck with a big grin on his face.

"I was hopin' to make a cooler entrance but I was starving. You guys don't mind if I eat while kickin' your butts, right?" Mikey holds up his open pizza box... and throws it at the Foot Clan to start what can only be called: The Fight Scene!

Jeremy Stone has posed:
Anyone sane or at least less used to the strange and unusual, would probably use this opportunity to continue on their way. THe focused attention of gang members and ninjas on their cargo and the apperance of Michelangelo have done much to give Jeremy a quick out if he's inclined to take it.

But he doesn't. HE just sort of stares as the talking turtle makes his presence known and then assaults a Foot Clan member with a slice of pizza. Looks like it was a good slice too.

"I'm going to regre this..." Jeremy mutters while quickly setting down the case with the paperwork by the alley entry. He then starts walking forward, removing his glasses as well and immediately billowing and ballooning in size towards his immense titanothrope form. His garmets shred as his muscles pile on literal tons of sinew and becomes outrageously proportioned. Green leggings that look like they belong to the bottom half of some sort of fancy super-suit are revealed beneath his now shredded torusers.

"Alright fellas, time to pack it in! I see ninja's and...uh..ninja's are almost always bad news!" His mind is already abit fogged up and muddied and he's clearly forgotten about his paperwork but hey..ninja's are bad guys. Videogames and movies say so.

Michelangelo has posed:
The Foot Soldiers and Purple Dragons are in mid-swarm once the Foot Soldier in Charge catches a pizza pie to the face. The double dozen of both of these groups are ready to jump the wisecracking turtle... but they don't actually get the chance. For two reasons.

1) Michelangelo has backflipped off the truck to give himself some room to work.

And 2) GIANT TITANOTHORPE ALERT!

While the Purple Dragons seem to be ready to start scattering in fear, the Foot Clan turn themselves and their weapons in the direction of the sudden and LARGE arrival of something they did not count on tonight. About four of them rush at him with swords and spears while the others hang back and start hurling shuriken!

Mikey must be under the truck because as he climbs out he can see the Purple Dragons running for their lives. He stands up and dusts himself off while looking quite confused.

"Whoa! Dudes! I know I came here to kick your butts but you gotta' actually keep your butts here for me to do that! Hellooooo! I'm tryin' to make a cool heroic speech here!"

The Purple Dragons are disappear out of the alley one by one and Michelangelo gets the strange feeling he should be turning around. Which he does. Slowly. And then his jaw drops.

"WHOA!" Keanu Mode Activated.

Jeremy Stone has posed:
Maul is..quite powerful. A physical match for some of the mightiest known should he be willing to invest himself that much into such a conflict of titans. But his power is limited by the scope of his bulk which is in turn limited by space to grow and a willingness to dip into the well of becoming dumber and dumber as the muscles pile on bigger and bigger. In short, he hates fighting in alleys like this. It feels unnatural being a 'mere' eight to ten feet tall..and to top it off..

"Ow! Hey!" Even the shurikens can hurt, stinging like a flurry of darts as they pepper his enormous torso and then forarm as he lifts a massive limb up to shield himself. "I guess you guys are looking for the big beat down!"

As he's rushed he brings said arm forward and then leans into a punch that slams into the alleyway ground with a loud *KABOOOM!* setting off a seismic rumble that rattles the walls and kicks off a rolling shockwave at the Foot Clan nearly upon him with the swords and spears. Some are able to leap away but others are caught like bowling pins in the force of Maul's assault. The muscled giant turns, leaning up to catch another Foot Clan ninja out of his leap as he comes down on the titan with a sword. Mauls' hand envelops the poor ninja's torso as he twists to look back towards Mikey as the turtle acknowledges him.

"Hey uh..you're a ninja...turtle?" Hah! '..So probably not with these yahoos. You're a good guy right? Let's Get to the good guying!"

Michelangelo has posed:
"Dude!"

Mikey's in clear awe of everything that's going on right now. He's managing to leap up and bounce off the nearest wall to clear himself out of the path of the shockwave that causes so much shenanigans to go down in this alleyway! There's even some stuff falling off the truck as it is bounced around from the titanic strength of such. It's incredible and Michelangelo is all about it.

"You're like massive, dude! Holy Shell!" Mikey takes a moment to spin kick a Foot Soldier down and then catches another one with an elbow. All while realizing the big dude is talking to him. What is even happening!

"My bros are never gonna' believe this. This is mondo rad, man." Michelangelo holds up a three fingered hand. "I'm Michelangelo! And yeah, a totally tubular ninja turtle!" Mikey motions towards the Foot Soldiers that are left... and the ones that are down for the count. "These losers are the Foot Clan. Feel free to rough 'em up good. They suck."

Mikey is so fine with taking a back seat to watch this dude do some good anti-ninja work.

Jeremy Stone has posed:
"Maul." responds the purple bruiser as he swings the captured Foot Clan swordsman around and then sends him tumbling back into another of set of the ninjas as they attempt to bear down on him. He treads forward once again, moving like an incoming tank towards the truck and any of the clan who yet remain. "..As in mauler not like..shopping mall." he adds, considering that...based on Mikey's way of speaking he might actually think Maul has named himself after a shopping complex and not an...act of horrible violence.

"What's in the truck?" he asks before grimacing in anger as a jab from a spear wielding Foot Clan member stabs into his massive thigh. THe pole bends, contorts and then snaps cmpletely as Maul's unyielding form holds form and then he sends a massive back hand around to catch the ninja and send him spiraling backwards and into a dumpster some distance away.

"These guys just don't know when to quit! Do you deal with these chumps often?"

Michelangelo has posed:
Crunch. Chomp. Munch.

Michelangelo's sitting on a trash can with a bag of chips. Not from the trash can but from his shell, probably. He's seriously enjoying the show.

"Maul? That's freakin' sick, dude. Love it!" Mikey raises a fist in the air to show support of Maul, well, mauling the Foot Clan with so much ease. "Oh, that's just some stuff the Purple Dragons-- uh, the other dudes that were here and ran like shell-- they steal stuff and give it to these chumps and it's like this whole big network of LAME." Mikey rolls his eyes at trying to explain criminal behavior.

Crunch. Munch. Chomp.

"Yeah, we pretty much deal with these losers on a regular basis. If this weren't real life, you'd think it was an after school cartoon show!"

Jeremy Stone has posed:
"Hey!"

Maul's deep booming voice cuts in just as Mikey finishes describing matters. He might have missed the reference to a cartoon show. After all he's a hero, not a zero. Er.

"I aint trying to put on a performance here! I'm trying to help you, not entertain you!"

He voices his displeasure at Michelangelo just sort of lounging there as the giant does all the work. He's holding a struggling Foot Clan member as he does so, massive hand clamped over the poor goons head with the ninja's arms and legs flailing as he tries to swipe at Maul with a sword to force him to release him. Behind Maul, a pile of groaning, beaten and battered goons. The fight seems nearly over despite Maul's complaints.

"I mean, at least let's see what's in the truck! I got a pal who has a lab nearby. I want to make sure your Footsie Friends didn't snatch anything from him."

Michelangelo has posed:
"Hey, don't worry, I got this covered." Mikey hops off the trash can and crunches up the chip bag to toss it in. He makes his way over to Maul and the Mauled Foot Clan, punching one that was about to try and mount some last ditch offense to put him out cold with the others.

"My brother cooked this little baby up. It's like a transponder receiver signal thingy. I dunno, some technical mumbo jumbo." Mikey's holding a small turtle shell between his fingers. He clicks it and it starts blinking green. "I call it Find My iShell." It gets tossed into the truck.

"It sends a signal to the cops. They'll be here soon to take care of the truck..." Mikey points at the truck. "And the trash." Mikey points at the trash with a big grin on his face.

Jeremy Stone has posed:
That catches his attention. He's actually still got alot of his brains in him right now. Quite a bit actually. Helps to be ..well..stupidly smart..when growing big drains your mental skills.

So when Mikey pulls out the transponder..he can't help but blink and look impressed and also flickers his eyes over it in an attempt to study it as best he can before it's tossed into truck. "Heeeey...not bad." he acknowledges after casually tossing he lass unconscious Foot Clan member over his shoulder and into another pile of trash bags.

"Your brother? So you all are some kinda ...duo? He's the egg head and you're the muscle?" He nods his head in understanding, "Must be nice not having to pull double duty..."

Michelangelo has posed:
"Oh no, there's four of us. We're awesome. One big happy family of ninja." Mikey explains as quickly and easily as he can. Without trying to give too much other information away. He doesn't want to have to deal with Splinter finding out he's been blabbing stuff all over the city again.

"I'm actually the Heart, I think. At least that's what they say. Which is cool, I guess." Mikey shrugs a bit at that while also thinking quite a bit about how the rest of them kind of have actual vocations in this family business and he's just, y'know, the Heart. Hrm.

"So uh, this whole monster thing?" Mikey waves haphazardly at Maul. "This you all the time or...?"

Jeremy Stone has posed:
"Riiight..." considers Maul as he dusts his hands off, eyes glazing over slightly at Mikeys description of things. He seems to find this all acceptable so the Ninja Turtles efforts at giving too much away or avoiding more probing questions is a success.

Also, in part, due to him being distracted by the next bit. "Wha..Monster?!" he blinks a few times before frowning and pursing his lips in thought and then conceding, "Yeah well I geuss I would look kind of wild to most people. But you're not exactly...normal..yourself you know." He considers revealing his human form, inclining his head in thought for a second or two but then seems to think better of it and simply says, "No I don't have to look like this twenty four, seven..though I can if I want. It's hard to explain. This is..the real me. But the other me is also the real me. Got it?" Probably not but he tried.

"I'm half alien." he finally adds, as if that'll clear it all up.

Michelangelo has posed:
"Dude, I'm a talkin' turtle that eats pizza and talks like I soaked up way too many surfer movies from the 50s. I get it." Mikey holds up his hands to show that he means absolutely no harm or no foul. "Half Alien sounds pretty cool, actually. I dig it." Mikey's taking this super well and it likely has something to do with all the comic books he reads. "I read a lot of comic books so." See? He gets it.

Mikey dusts off his hands and glances around. "I should probably get outta' here. Cops'll be here soon and Sensei'll revoke my party privileges if I expose our entire existence to the world cuz I was talkin' to a half alien badass."

Jeremy Stone has posed:
Maul is also taking this fairly well. Mikey's a talking turtle trained in the martial arts. In his mind, that seems to have a leg up on just '..I'm an alien.' .. and he looks on Michelangelo with some degree of mild fascination once he's no longer irate. The biochemist in him attempting to run scenarios and calculations but just running into the usual issues being in Titanothrope form brings.

He'll have to put his mind to the what, why and how when he gets more svelte.

"Yeah.." he finally acknowledges, "Sensei..right." He blinks a little at being referred to as badass and then finally just grins, "Aw, thanks. Yeah I should head off as well. Not everybody likes aliens. Well see you around Michelangelo." He turns away and begins walking back out of the alleyway, passing up his papers in the process while muttering to himself, "..A ninja turtle..?"

He'll probably be quite irate once he gets several city blocks away and realizes he left all that paperwork behind.

Michelangelo has posed:
"Later, dude!"

Michelangelo's up into the air and leaping onto the rocket skateboard that was just attached to his shell moments ago. The thing starts up and Mikey's on his way up the wall and towards the rooftops again for some high speed rooftop travel.

"Yo! It's Mikey! Listen, I'm gonna' need like six pies tonight, dude! All off the Surprise Menu! It's been a /night/."

Mikey skates off across the rooftops with his Shell Cell in hand as the NYPD (finally!) starts to close in on this location...