- The Master Is Ill -
(no specific TMNT series in mind; can be any version you prefer)
Summary: The turtles must protect their mentor, Master Splinter, from the foot clan inside the Technodrome. They're forced to hide, but hide again, when an enemy examines the room for anything mysterious --- and Splinter wants to sneeze... very bad.
author's note: i will eventually be removing the old poll in about a week with five brand new characters. three will be characters from cartoons, two will be original, and one will be an option to do a story trade.
The Shredder had the turtles cornered, in a surprising turn of events that nearly lead to their defeat. Thankfully, no one was critically hurt - but the game had certainly changed this time around. Undaunted, though now scrambling for a new plan of attack and escape, the turtles retreated to a computer room of sorts with the doors shut tight. The lab had seen better days, but wasn't certainly discontinued: if anything else, what was there might even help them turn the tide, but the strong forces had made them think twice about what to do. With Leonardo keeping guard at the door and Raphael joining him, the remaining turtles Michaelangelo and Donatello aided their mentor, master, and faithful family friend Master Splinter to recovery.
Master Splinter had been captured during a raid inside their own home, with Shredder's plans to destroy a large portion of New York framing the turtles on the action. Thankfully this had been averted, but speak nothing of the rat's weakened state from some of the damage the foot clan had done a number on him. A few bruises, a sore arm, but nothing of consequence. He considered himself lucky to still be alive, and on top of most of the Foot clan's attacks. Either way, he had to admit, Shredder was getting better and could very well change the tide if they weren't careful-- for now, the plans at taking out the city were halted until all four turtles had been dealt with, along with Splinter himself. Who was going to make the next move?
"Alright dudes, everything seems quiet!" whispered Leonardo, "Master Splinter! How you holding up back there?"
The rat was shirtless, his gi having been ripped from an attack just prior to the TMNT's arrival to get him. He was a little wobbly, hand on his head, and his tail slightly crooked. "I'll be alright, Leonardo."
"That was some fight, man!" complimented Mikey, who didn't think Splinter had it in him to take on such a large number. One against so many could've resulted in such an easy throwdown - from what the orange-masked turtle had seen, Splinter had to have fought off at least a good thirty guys at once - Splinter could've defended himself without any help. As the numbers got higher, the TMNT had to step in, of course. "You were kicking shell like it was nobody's business! Like in the comicbooks!"
Splinter was humbled, but reassured him, he was no superhero. He was merely a man, now rat, who's strength lie in his heart. "I guess I was, heh... thank you. All that matters to me now is that you're all alright, and we can put a wrench in Shredder's plan before it is too late. We cannot allow defeat, we mustn't think of defeat. There is too much at stake here-- yours, mine, and even April's."
The turtles nodded all at once. Raphael gripped his weapons, and considered looking around the computer room. There were no signs of chemicals in the room, though it smelled as if some robotic experiments had gone on in here at some point. Various tables were strewn with miscellaneous objects of things most of them, sans Donatello, would be able to figure out. One robotic arm lay straddled off on the desk, yearning to be completed. The computers were all shut off, and seemingly unplugged. The red-masked turtle kept his eyes peeled and his sai closer in the event that robotic arm decided to pull a fast one.
Donatello attempted plugged the computer back on, but none of that worked either.
"Whatever went on here, doesn't look like they're giving much thought into using it again," said the purple-masked turtle. "Almost like they had something going on but discontinued it. I'm gonna guess at least a few weeks, at best." This prompted Mikey to ask why would they stop using one of their facilities - computer virus, maybe? It needed a fresh coat of paint? Macintosh in favor of Apple? Donatello wasn't so sure, and there weren't enough clues to suspect anything incredulous. For now,all that could be said was they were in a room that was no longer in service. The smartest turtle amongst the foursome, however, he'd eventually try to do some tinkering while they had still time to be there.
"Find something quick bro, 'cause it's getting stuffy in here!" Mikey, the orange-masked turtle remarked, feeling a little hot. The room itself not only felt a little hot, due to the lack of any sort of cool air coming in, but he had also noticed it felt like the room had a strange smell in it. The turtles couldn't quite make it out themselves, finding it kind of an annoyance while trying to keep calm in a tight spot, but it was certainly having an effect on Master Splinter.
The rat had been resting against one of the plain white walls behind him, gandering at some of the other items around him. However in a matter of seconds the strangest and most bothersome itch between to build-up within his muzzle, sending a strange vibration against his muzzle and making his whiskers twitch noticably in the dimly lit room. He snorted harshly in an attempt to dissuade this feeling from getting worse, even going so far as to use his finger to rub hard against it, pressing up against his face-- but the nose didn't want to give up without a fight.
"Take your time, turtles there is no ruh..."
A hitch in breath. He sniffed a little more and the smell got to him. It felt familiar, yet he couldn't quite place it. Splinter's tail wraggled with some annoyance until the feeling could go away and helped very little. Whatever was working the smell seemed to have gone inside his nostrils and working their way inside him. Once again, he pressed a finger on his nose.
"You okay, master?" asked Donatello.
"Yes, I... heh.... hah.... hrrmm...."
Master Splinter didn't think of himself as having particularly loud sneezes, at least not compared to Mikey, but they were of distinct sound that could've echoed throughout their home whenever such came to be. The fact they were all hiding meant the possibility of being exposed, which worried the rat fighter quite a bit...
Adding to the problem now was Leonardo's sudden hand motion. He mouthed to the rest of the group as quiet as he could- Guys! Someone's coming over here! Find a place to hide and stick to it, he'll be here any second!
unable to move, Splinter reacted immediately and Mikey grabbed him, taking him over to the nearest closet hidden in another corner of the room, by a large dead television monitor. Leonardo took to a corner, while Don hid behind a few desks. Raphael didn't particularly wish he had to do this, but as he took the worst end of the stick from the battles previously, he eventually saddled up with Donatello on an opposing desk across from him. As their hearts raced, he was hoping this would be brief and subtle.
Mikey didn't like being in the closet, and without any offense intended towards Splinter, it was feeling uncomfortably cramped with the two of them there. It was pitch black and colder than the room itself, with the only sounds coming from the Foot clan ninja who had just walked in-- and Master Splinter's sneeze building up.
"Ahh...." he whispered in the tight spot, followed by a slight sniff.
The orange-masked turtle started to panic. A large green finger of his pressed hard against his mentor's nose and helt it there. He struggled to one arm loose so it could even be done, to which he finally succeeded, but not with some effort. Another elbow bumped into Splinter by accident, forcing Mikey to usher a quick whisper apology. Outside, the enemy continued walking around, wondering if anyone was in here-- the shuffling of papers, the twaddling of the keyboards to the computers, and even playing with the incomplete or discontinued robot hand were also heard.
Splinter felt his chest expand a bit from another quiet breath. The itch wasn't going away. His muzzle twisted and turned, his incisors drooped and stretch as the itch in his nose got worse. Was something making him sneeze? It wasn't dust, but that smell-- he might be allergic to something in the room. He couldn't quite place it, but the smell was vaguely familiar. Nonetheless, Mikey's large finger could only subdue it, but that nose wasn't going to have it any other way! The rat squinted his eyes, trying to use meditation as a form of escape....
"Mich--I cah.... can't... stop--- ple--.... must...."
Mikey sweat a little, and rubbed Splinter's nose. The mysterious enemy continued to poke around, as evidence by a small slit through the door's opening. How long was this dude going to take? The enemy now walked further down, missing Raphael and Donatello by a very small margin. This was -luck- if he had ever known it.
If only that kind of luck would happen with Master Splinter.
"I ceh.... mi....mieeahhh.... ahh---- aahhhhh---- AHHH----"
The inhaling deep was bothering Mikey, making him shush his mentor. It would be an act he'd have to apologize for, but not right now, not while the situation looked a little dire.
It was time to take the music and dance. Whatever was making Splinter sneeze was working it's magic. Nothing could be done. He embraced it-- and watched his master sneeze powerfully enough that he could have very well have forced the closet door open. It didn't do that, of course, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear... including, of course, the enemy right in front of them.
Splinter sneezed hard enough to have had the closet door swing open quite a bit. Mikey had even lost grip from his mentor's arms in the process, nearly dropping him. The itch had been so bad that Splinter didn't just sneeze once, he sneezed several times--- enough that it even got the enemy in the chest, sending him stumbliny over from the surprise of it all. The turtles, where they were hiding, watched in dumb amusement and bewilderment. Master Splinter tried to rub his nose again just in time after three suppressed sneezes came out like attacks of their own!
Thankfully, Mikey stopped a fourth. Any more and they'd have an alarm on their butts, giving them away. it was time to take care of this villain and keep him from spilling their location. If anything else, maybe get a clue on what to do next-- as for Splinter, a bit of rest would have to do him for now.
"Uh, gesundheit?" Raphael said, in a wave of silence, rising up to pound the villain into submission. When the villain had been knocked out for now to avoid giving them away, Master Splinter felt somewhat relieved. There was no denying this sneezing fit would get in his way again... and for that, he'd have to be careful.