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Noise

It starts as just irritation. A metaphorical crawling under your skin. Things are too noisy, too bright, there is too much happening all the time and you can't take it all in-

Then silence it, make it yours, make it you, take control and destroy what will not submit

It sounds so inviting, a freedom from the noise, but its wrong, its wrong, its wrong and the noise is getting louder, mechanical and foreboding as it sees you, it knows you are there, and it wants to make you apart of it.

Anatawa hitorijanai

For a moment, there is quiet.

You breathe.

And fall through water.

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See, this is why I ask questions first.

[ Crow winks. ]

Don't worry, mission objective's clear now. Protect the robot turtle, free it from the influence of the tentacles.

[Mikey eyes dramatically, hand over his chest.]

[Then he looks to the tentacles.] We could fight it directly, but you'll risk infection.

And it already looks like it's resistant to physical attacks.

[ He saw how poorly effective his double saber was against it, not to mention prior evidence earlier in the real world.

Which means, reluctantly, he is sheathing his double saber. ]

They reacted when I thought about my connection with Ordine, but something tells me thinking about bonds with someone he's never met's not gonna help in the long term.

[ He eyes Mikey. ]

I don't suppose it'd help if you go hug it out with a robot?

I am the emotional support psyche and-or possibly mystical manifestation of his brother, but I can only do so much without the real Mikey around.

He needs someone whose present to reach out.

Are you willing to do that? [He looks at Crow and there is a serious, searching look. Donnie is often kind of at a loss with emotions.]

[This kid feels like he's reading Crow like a book.]

[ .................

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Wow, am I the worst possible choice for this.

Watch my back, will you?

I thought so, but you're the only one whose figured out how to get past the surface level.

[He winks as the glasses and sweater vanish.]

I can keep the tentacles back.

That's all I need.

[ And he's walking towards the robot turtle with purpose. ]

All right.

Give me a mark and I'll get you space to work.

Count of three work for you?

[He nods and he lets out more chain extend out from the nunchuck, getting read to move.]

Let's roll, baby.

Alright. One..... two... three!

[ And Crow makes a run for the robot turtle. ]

[Mikey tugs on the chains, the web turning into a nunchuck that returns in an instant as he rushes forward and lashes out the other end, this time the fiery chain digging into the tentacles, wrapping around them and there is inhuman shrieking as Mikey pulls to clear the way.]

[Tentacles try to reach for Crow, but they're pulled back just in time with the burning chains.]

[There is minimal coverage on the robot.]

[ Crow reaches out and grabs the robot turtle's.... whatever is closest to a "hand." ]

We're teammates, right? So c'mon, let's get you away from those.

[He does have a hand, he is actually surprisingly Mikey shaped. Taller, lankier, like if Donnie was a box turtle over spiny softshell.]

[There is a response as Crow grabs the hand, fingers curling around his hand.]

[ Crow grabs on tight and pulls the robot towards him and hopefully away from the tentacles. It's not a hug, but this is Crow-- he's not really equipped to hug anyone. But he's pulling him in closer and towards the Mikey facsimile. ]

I won't let go no matter what, you hear me? You're an important member of Robin's Egg. Don't you think it's past time we started to figure out what that team means? And not just you. Me, too. I'll work with you if you work with me.

[Hesitation, the robot being pulled, but the tentacles not quite giving away.]

[A roar from the abyss, a cacophony of different sounds, indiscernible to identify.]

He's telling the truth! [Mikey shouts, and there is More In His Words, guidance, a trust in something Deeper.]

[The robot's eyes open, a glowing purple light behind them.]

[A burst of purple and azure around them, and there's inhuman shrieking as the tentacles are suddenly burnt and driven back to the far corners of the room as the robot stumbles towards Crow.]

[ Crow's true to his word-- he keeps his hold on the robot's hand the whole time, grinning when the purple and azure burst around them, driving back the tentacles. ]

Now that's what I'm talking about! The power of teamwork, baby!

[ He lets out a cheer, pumping his free hand in the air. ]

That's the way, baby! [Mikey is in agreement.]

Thank you, Crow! [And here is a robot, who sounds exactly like Donnie, except his voice is]

[Very clearly emotional. There is no flatness, there is no filter, there is only Pure Emotion.]

[Which is why Crow is getting a bear hug and spun in the air.]

[ Crow's eyes widen as he's spun around. ]

--Whoa!

[ He's not fighting back, he's just. Startled. ]

[He's laughing, and he'll put down Crow.]

Sorry, sorry, you aren't much for hugging, right? I just don't get to be so unrestrained about it with anyone outside of family, and even then, they're hard.

Heh. Don't worry, you're fine.

[ He means it. ]

I'll never admit this out loud again, but I don't actually hate hugs. I just don't know how to handle 'em.

[He nods sagely.]

I get that.

Here, its fine. I don't have my nerves trying to tell me that it hurts.

[He's draping over Dr. Feelings Mikey. His sweater and glasses have returned.]

But good of you for trying to respect boundaries while wanting to indulge.

I try.

'Ppreciate it.

[ Crow hesitates a moment, then reaches up and slips his stupid bandanna off his head and holds it out to robo-Donnie. ]

So, how's about a token of that promise? To figure out what "Robin's Egg" means to both of us.

[Oooh]

[He perks up at that and]

[He will let go of Mikey and he will come and take the bandanna.]

...I don't think I can actually give you anything and have it stay.

[But he will take the bandanna and tie it to his arm.]

But I want that. Robin's Egg deserves to feel like a place people can feel like they belong.

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