Okay to placate you guys have some BABBIES
You’ve already seen them, but this is Earl and Grey :)
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-No spots in baby form
-Grey has an early spot on left ankle, so Echo and Raph can tell them apart
-they have big shells to protect them from harm
-shells are spiky, not spiky enough to hurt though
-3 spines (shell spikes) like Raph
- white underbelly to camouflage from predators in the sea
-babies (curled up) are the size of Echo’s hand, and their shells are about the size of Raph’s palm
-mostly sleeps and eats in when 1-12 months old
Size/age timeline
1-12 months old, fits in palm (eep)
1-2 years old, size of regular human baby (starting to talk) (Echo and Raph get married)
2-3 years old, toddler (becoming more active, terrible twos and threes and such)
4-5 years old, start to explore and develop cognitive skills (first time seeing the surface)
And so on and so forth :)
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Hey, Wait a Minute.... Where's Claire?
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Claire paced angrily back and forth as she waited. Patience was not her strongest attribute.
Where was he? He wasn't the type to be late. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was this place. Time didn't seem to exist in this arena... or at the very least, it didn't flow properly. It was a bit screwy in this dimension. It wasn't as if there was a son or moon or stars to measure the passage of time! There were some clocks, but those were more like general estimations than actual time-telling. One minute could pass in your home dimension, and it would have been a full week here. Or, one hour could go by here and it would have been a month on the outside. One end of the compound could move faster than the other. It was all relative, fluctuating, and nothing seemed scientifically plausible. So, while her wristwatch said that she'd sent the message and invitation to the TMNT AU Competitions to Baron Draxum only a few hours ago, it felt like it had actually been weeks!
A pink and magenta portal suddenly appeared a few feet away from her. Finally, he was here.
Draxum slowly stepped through, his gargoyles perched atop his shoulders as he looked around, scanning the compounds with a mix of caution and curiosity.
"How interesting..." he murmured.
"Glad to see you finally made it," Claire grumbled, crossing her arms.
"I wasn't sure the coordinates you gave me were correct, they didn't lead to anywhere on our plane of existence," Draxum noted. "But after some thorough examination, I saw that there was a pocket universe hidden within the destination. After that, it was simply a matter of finding the correct potions and spells to infiltrate without being seen, as per your instructions."
"Took you long enough. But I'm glad you're here," she said. "We have work to do."
"So I gathered from your message. You said that the subject is here?"
"Not just her," Claire said with a wicked grin. "This whole place is filled with variants of your original experiments! And even more! There are even some that were actually raised by their universe's version of you."
"Really? Hmm. I should like to see that..." Draxum said, grinning as he considered what these variants would look like. They must be the most effective warriors, strong and able-bodied and fearsome and cutthroat.
"Ooh, I wonder what Draxum would be like as a father," Huginn chuckled. "I'm sure he would be loving and caring as always!"
"You'll probably see soon enough," Claire noted. "But first, our plans."
"You didn't say much in your message. Crypticity does not become you," Draxum said, gritting his teeth. "I don't think I need to remind you that I dislike being summoned as though I were some resource you can play with when it suits you. I am a busy Yokai, Claire. You and your little Artemisia are not the only mutant turtles I am preoccupied with."
"I know, but this will be worth your while!" she promised, her voice raising in excitement.
"Prove it."
"How would you like to have not one, but FIVE experiments?"
"Five?" Draxum repeated, unsure if she was jesting or being serious.
"Misa is travelling with an alternate version of the teenage mutant ninja turtles that you created all those years ago. They are essentially the same, with the same genetics and similar traits as yours. And most of them have been reverted back to their early childhood, which means they would be extremely pliable and easy for you to manipulate, while also being just old enough to understand orders and be capable minions!"
"And you couldn't capture them on your own? Five little toddlers?" Draxum huffed. "I wonder if I should be disgusted by your lack of skill, or impressed by their abilities."
"Do not blame her, they are not alone," said a voice from behind Claire's head.
The Hand.PNG slowly crawled around, perching itself on her shoulder, almost mimicking Huginn and Muninn, who recoiled in disgust at the thing.
"The turtle tots are traveling with three young adults. They shall not be easy to defeat, mind you. But you may leave that to me."
"And who exactly are you?" Draxum questioned.
"This is the hand I wrote you about; it told me how to capture the specimens," Claire explained quickly.
"And why would it do that?" he growled, sensing some ulterior motive within the disembodied appendage. "What would you have to gain?"
"I have nothing to gain, expect the fulfilment of my purpose."
"What purpose is that? Are you some enemy of the turtles, that you would want to see them captured by me?" Draxum challenged.
"I am not their enemy, though most would think of me as such. I am a prompter, my purpose is to continue the story, to get it moving, keep it flowing. For the time being, that means assisting you in capturing Misa and the turtle tots. Now, I must go..."
"Go?" Draxum questioned, still unsure of the hand's motives.
"Yes. As of right now, the odds are not in your favour. I must set this right. By tomorrow, you shall have the upper hand. Ahem, so to speak. All I need do is change the perspective of one particular player in this act, and the scene shall be set."
The Hand.PNG jumped down from Claire's shoulders and skittered away.
"...I don't trust it," Draxum growled low.
"I don't either. When I first met it, the Hand said something about how it didn't want to hurt Misa, but would let me do it. I'm not sure what goal it's working towards... but I can't see any reason for it to betray us," Claire explained. "For the moment, it seems to be on our side. I say we wait a bit before killing off the golden goose, hm?"
"Fair enough," Draxum sighed. "But you still have yet to tell me why I am here."
"Oh, right! Well, these variants that Artemisia is travelling with? One of them is named 'Donatello Von Draxum', sound familiar? Apparently he was raised by you in his world, and until just recently, he was your loyal little soldier. And that's where you come in..."
Claire continued to explain the plot that she'd been given, as the Hand.PNG followed it's favourite playthings to their rooms... its new story unfolding, its plan coming together.
Although, it had not been completely honest with them... yes, it had plans for Donatello, but there was one other person whose perspective it planned to change...
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