Teenage Mutant Ninja Fail 2: Hellectric Boogaloo.

[hellfire_empath]

Here we go. Round two! Brooke Wyngarde stood outside Pete Eastman's room, dressed in something decidedly more casual than last time. Well, as casual as Brooke could get, anyway. There was also an entire tray of nachos, tacos, and burritos in her hands, and a cooler bag filled with soda.

Best way to a teenage boy's personality...

Carefully balancing the tray, Brooke knocked on the door.

This time? This time she was going to wear the turtles down and get through to Pete Eastman, no matter what.

She grinned brightly as the door opened.

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[fourshelled]

The turtle carefully set what was left of his burrito down. He tried to make sure it did not touch any of the other food and infect it with turtle germs. He held up a finger before reaching inside the sleeve of his robe.

He pulled out what looked like a freshly laundered and folded piece of cloth. Aramis unfolded it and carefully and trying not to invade Brooke's space too much set the cloth over her designer skirt. He hoped that would protect her clothing enough.

Once he was sure she could eat without sartorial damage, the turtle settled back and picked up his burrito.

"One tree does not make a forest." He nibbled on his burrito. "I am tied to the whims of his feelings. As are the others, I assume. But five distant pieces in a whirlpool do not make a whole."

[hellfire_empath]

A warm, genuine smile spread across Brooke's face. "I...thank you, Aramis. That was wonderfully chivalrous of you." She gingerly set aside her taco and nodded. "So you all feel disjointed?"

[fourshelled]

"The cautious seldom err." He finished up his burrito. He rubbed his hands together as he looked over the other food. "Your posture and cautious motions mean your clothing is important to you. It is better for digestion to be at ease."

He reached for some nachos. "I personally do not. But there is a... unwholeness lurking in the background. I do not know if the others feel it. The ninja and samurai most likely do not. One can never tell with the monk."

[hellfire_empath]

"Thank you," she said again. The skirt, after all, was almost five thousand dollars. Certainly not the most expensive thing on her - that would be the pentagonal diamond ring she was wearing - but expensive nonetheless. Brooke finished off the rest of her taco in small, dainty bites before taking a sip of the sparkling water. "I see," Brooke then said. "What sort of unwholesomeness?" There was a joke there, with monks not monkeying around, but Brooke wisely avoided that joke.

[fourshelled]

The priest would have choked on his nachos had he known the price of the skirt. However, he didn't and just knew that her clothing seemed to be important to her.

"He who knows does not speak. He who speaks does not know." He ate a few nachos. "Not unwholesome. Unwhole. Like pieces scattered after a storm."

[hellfire_empath]

"So the one who knows isn't saying anything. And that's one of the three of you I have yet to meet." Brooke nodded. She was understanding this turtle pretty well. That was good, right? Progress!

"Do you...do any of you feel the need to be brought together? As one whole piece? Each of you in control without vying for control?"

[fourshelled]

"You can lead a cow to water, but you cannot make it drink." He finished up the portion of nachos he had picked out for himself. He grabbed his sparkling water and took a long drink.

He was obviously not a cow.

[hellfire_empath]

"I can bring the topic up, but I can't force one of the others to give me the answers I'm looking for," Brooke nodded. "I get it."