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[othellovonryan]

"Yello yello, you're conversing with Donatello, inventor extraordinaire. Leave a message after the beep and I'll be with you soon enough."

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[neonleon]

[He still watches. Though the audacity of this demon turtle is getting on his nerves.

He needs to finish this quickly.

There's a blip of light to Donnie's right as he looks left, another to his front before it's gone again. A series of portals opening and closing in seconds meant to disorient as he's getting the hang of the turtle's ability like this.

Close then far away, then close again, now with the sound of metal. Until it finally appears immediately behind Donatello, katana blade pressing against the side of his neck.]

I would stop talking now.

[othellovonryan]

[Light and he shifts again to the light-]

[Then another and another and Donnie's brain is fast, doing the calculations, but it's too much at once, even he can't get the angle in time, the seconds delay doesn't allow him to have the staff up in time.]

[He freezes, metal against his neck. Not so far from the other scar.]

... [He breaths.]

[The messages are ready, he knows the moments he'll have.]

That's the thing about us twins.

We don't shut up when told.

But you wouldn't know what real brothers, real family, is like, would you, Belos?

[The kunai lashes out to stab him in the thigh. The slower Leo's body is, the easier it'll be to get him pinned down.]

[neonleon]

[The pain is sharp and immediate, a hiss through his teeth. But that's all right. This is Leonardo's body, so it's something he'll contend with later.

No, instead he shifts the weight, dragging the blade across that throat and using his momentum to make sure it cuts in deep.]

[othellovonryan]

[He bites back the noise, specifically as a fuck you to Belos and to minimize the trauma for Leo, whatever awareness he has.]

[He drops the Bo and stumbles back to the tree, fabricated hand going to the wound, hand seeming to brace against the tree, slipping into his pocket.]

[He doesn't need to see the phone to send the messages. Not the addict he was.]

[He tries to staunch the blood flow, because it's what he would do. Even if the blood refuses to stop.]

That....jealous. Huh? Told you...I was better...

[neonleon]

[Leonardo watches that. Listens as he still drones on while he bleeds out of a slit throat. As Donnie stumbles back against the tree, Leonardo limps the few steps closer to be snout to snout.

He considers for a moment before yanking the kunai out of his thigh and quickly aims to jam it in the other side of Donnie's neck.

It only takes a moment. Looking him in the eyes and searching Leonardo's memories, the muscle memory. And lets out a single chirp. Twin.]

[othellovonryan]

[There's another pained grimace, the fabricated hand letting go of the wound to grab the kunai. He's not stopping two wounds, but might as well attempt to keep the weapon away.]

[The chirp catches him off guard a moment]

[And then he laughs in his face. Wet, so incredibly wet and distorted.] Sad.

[Then he chirps back. The sound Leo always made before approaching a hidden Donnie.]

[He's coming for Leo.]

[Letting his own Ninpo flare up, reaching out, a promise, a reassurance.]

[Even as his legs start to give out, body only supported by the tree.]

[neonleon]

[While Belos doesn't understand the meaning of that sound, Leo does. And deep in his own mind where he's being held, Leo's eye tears up watching this happen.

And then he feels the ninpo and he's done for, letting his weight hang against the restraints he's being kept in and lets himself cry.]

Well. I suppose now we're both brother-killers, aren't we, Leonardo?

[And he'll use Donnie's jacket to clean the blood from the blade before leaving.]

[othellovonryan]

[Well, that's just rude.]

[He keeps a hold of the kunai for as long as his ninpo lasts. Which, well, is until he actually dies entirely. Fabrication is a stubborn one like that.]

[But as he slumps fully to the ground, eyes losing their light, he can feel his phone vibrate under his hand with the last sent message.]