Ninja Turtles RPG
 

Note: This rpg takes place in the new series...just after the Shredder gets ressurrected for the second time.

Characters needed: all of them...and some of your own characters can come into play as well.
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18 year-old Marsha looked around the sewers. She had no idea as to why she was down there. Maybe someone dared her to go down there and check it out? No, that couldn't be. No one dared talked to her.

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind and soon found herself standing in front of some weird looking door. "What the..." she murmured.

OOC: anyone can jump in!!

ok i`ll be the first to join oh my char is amy im gonna play as her

Can I play as Usagi Miyamoto? Can I, can I, can I??? *bounces excitedly*

Sure ^-^ You guys can go ahead and post. Start wherever you want, I'll reply after a few posts.

with great power comes great evil
 

i don't know why i'm doing this.....but instead of jumping on Raph *jumps on Raph and glomps him with a love heart* could i have Shredder? i don't want to take up a turtle right now (i'm starting school again in two weeks) so i think i'll have a bad guy for a change ;)

Sure, you can play Shredder. You have read my character bio, right? :)

Can I play Leonardo please?

*pleading face*

Of course, you can.

Characters we have so far:
Usagi
Shredder
Leonardo
Amy
Marsha
Karai
Casey
Raphael
Donatello
Michelangelo

Characters still needed:
Splinter
Hun
Baxter Stockman
April

I'd like to take on Karai if I could. :)

Okay, so now we have a Karai and possibly Casey.

The premise of this rp: Stockman has provided the Shredder a new Ally(a.k.a. My OC character), thanks to some experiments/tests, which may serve as a threat for the Turtles if they are not too careful.

And i'll take Raphie

I guess I can play Donatello until someone else decides to claim him.

I'll also play Graysight (Randi)...

And I want to start another rpg aside from this one... It will sort of be a Dead Like Me/TMNT crossover; however, seeing as this will take place in New York, it will not have Rube, Roxy, Daisy, George or the rest of the gang... the gravelings will be there though...

Okay. I'm also going to play as Michelangelo, so, now we have all four turtles....Shredder....Casey, Usagi and Karai...now all we need is Splinter, April, Stockman and Hun. But we can start now, if you guys like.

be my guest. All you need to do is make scene and I'll place in Ol' Donnie-Boy and the infamous Graysight. 8)

Instead of taking the time out to do the little bit of dishes out in the kitchen sink, Mikey kept his eyes glued to the television screen where they were showing some kind of monster movie. "Duuudddeee...." he murmured as he watched some bloodshed. He reached in the bowl to grab some popcorn, only to find it empty. "Aw, man!" he looked around. "Hey, Donny?" he called innocently.
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Marsha looked around at her surroundings. A huge door in the middle of the sewers? She reached out to turn some of the pipes. "....Wonder where this leads to..." she murmured.

Donatello groaned and peered over his computer towards his brother. No doubt Mikey wanted to try and get Donny to do something else for him. "Uh... I'm kinda busy, Mikey..." He replied, "I'm... doing research for my next big project."

Alright, so he wasn't really researching information for any new 'project'; in truth, he had been searching for World of Warcraft gamehints, but Mikey didn't need to know that. At that exact moment, his computer made the familiar 'ping' sound to inform him that he had recieved yet another instant message, this one was from his buddy 'BokuMouki'.

BokuMouki: Oy' Brain! Wha' are we goin' ta do tonigh'?

Donatello chuckled to himself, and immediatly typed his reply.

DonnyDarko5: The same thing we do every night, Pinky...
BokuMouki: heh
DonnyDarko5: Try to take over the world!

Donny peered over his monitor again to where Mikey sat for a moment before typing away again.

DonnyDarko5: Haven't seen you online lately, been missing you on WoW.
BokuMouki: ...sorry.
BokuMouki: Been busy. x.X;;
BokuMouki: **** hit the fan a few weeks ago and my place still smells nasty.

I really aught to stop having such wild parties.
DonnyDarko5: lol. Are you going to be on WoW tonight?

Just as his computer pinged to inform him of 'BokuMouki's' reply, an alarm went off. Donny let out a soft curse and turned to look at a bunch of small T.V.s and monitors to see what the problem was. There, standing right outside their 'door' was an intruder! "Mikey, we've gotta problem..."

Michelangelo whirled around and quickly stood up, nunchakus in hand at ready. "Where are the others when ya need 'em?" he complained.

He jumped slightly when the door opened and standing in the entrance was... "A girl?!" He looked over at his 'smart' brother for an explanation. "I thought no one else knew about our home!"

Marsha glanced back and forth between the two oversized turtles, surprisingly enough, she remained calm. "I'm sorry if I was...'intruding'...I was just looking around the sewers.." She stopped herself. Like they'll really believe that! A girl wondering around in the sewers...

"I believe Raph went out with Casey again." Donny replied softly and picked up his bo. "And I think Leonardo's out on another training run -- but I could be wrong..." His computer pinged again but he paid it no mind, he would just have to explain that something came up later. Hopefully 'BokuMouki' would understand.

"Uh..." Donny blinked at Michaelangelo and then to the girl to try and think up a reasonable explaination, but then the girl spoke.

Donatello didn't buy it. Not completely at least. Even though the turtles did it every day, entering the sewers was illegal with out a permit so it was rare to see any human aside from April or Casey unless they were sewer workers or... they were looking for the turtles. "One just doesn't wander around the sewers for fun miss... what is your name?" He decided it was best to stay polite but be on his guard. He heard his computer ping again and he let out a sigh.

Marsha stared at the weapons in their hands. Oh, smart move! Now they must intend to fight me...how am I going to stand against a ninja?!

She blinked a couple of times at the politeness in his voice. "My name is Marsha. I wasn't doing any harm, I just needed to get away from the 'perfect' people..." She said perfect with a little bit of bitterness in her voice.

Mikey just watched her, unsure of what to do at the time. He wanted to make a joke, but he didn't want to receive a slap upside the head for it, so he kept his silence and lowered his weapons a bit.

Donny and the person on AIM...
 

Donatello raised an eye ridge at Marsha. "...'perfect' people?" It took him a moment to realize that Marsha must have meant a bunch of preps or something of the sort. 'Bling!' Yet another unseen message on Donny's computer. He sighed and lowered his weapon a little.

He knew he shouldn't do this and that he'd regret it later on when Leo and Master Splinter got home, but Marsha didn't seem dangerous at all. "All right, come in and close the door. I'm Donny and this is my brother Mikey." Donny glanced over at his computer upon hearing the pinging noise again. He looked back to Marsha, "We're going to need to talk about this a little more."

He turned, knowing that Mikey had his shell, and meandered over to his computer adding, "As I'm sure you're aware, we can't exactly have some one running around and telling everyone else about us." He quickly scanned over the screen to see all of what had been said.

BokuMouki: Maybe... I thnk I have the time.
BokuMouki: think*
*baps the typo* The usual place?
BokuMouki: ....can I take that as a yes?
BokuMouki: Let me guess, one of your brothers is being a pain again, right? Which one is it this time? Thing One, Two, or It?

Donny smirked a little and quickly typed a reply.

DonnyDarko5: Got a visitor. Brb.

He then put up his away message and looked back over to Marsha. "So what exactly did these 'perfect' people do to make you go into the sewers?"

Marsha did as she was told and let out a sigh. "I'm not talking about your everyday preps. I'm talking about the humans in general," she started.

Mikey stared at her, a bit confused. "Whatcha' talkin' about, dudette?" he asked, trying to ignore the blinging noises that sounded from Donatello's computer. He wondered what he was doing, but decided not to ask. Instead, he led Marsha over to the couch, where he took the seat next to her.

Marsha let out another sigh as she sat down. "Would you wanna make friends with someone who can do this?" She slowly raised her hand, staring the china vase on the table. As she raised her hand, the vase lifted up, floating in the air for a second.

Mikey blinked a few times. "Wow..."

She gently set the vase down again and closed her eyes. "I've been called a freak because of what I can do. No one will even talk to me." She paused a bit, forcing back some tears.

[OOC: Heh, that's funny. Graysight can do that too... well, actually she's a psychokinetic... I think her bio is on the first, second or third page.

"Telekinesis." Donatello moved from his computer and sat himself on the arm of the couch to look at her. "People don't like what they don't understand. I mean, look at us. We know exactly what you're going through..." 'Only more so...' He added in thought.


Meanwhile, in the back of an internet cafe not too far away, one of the customers cleared her throat and adjusted her fedora as she stared at the screen. She couldn't just wait for 'DonnyDarko5' to get back, she was paying by the hour after all. Clicking her tongue, the girl decided that she'd rather not waist her time waiting and quickly typed up another message.

BokuMouki: Hey, I'm just going to go. I'll talk to you later.
DonnyDarko5 away message: I am away from my computer right now.

"...right..." She muttered and logged off of the computer. "Have fun with your little visitor." She stood and started for the door.

[OOC: Ah ^^ My character's on the last page...heh...]

She nodded, upon hearing his words. "I have tried to talk to them, but all they ever do is reject me."

Mikey felt sorry for the girl. "Aww...I hate to ask this, but where do you live, exactly?"

She winced at the question, opening her eyes, yet she stared straight ahead. "My parents were killed when I was still young. I've been fending for myself since then. My home, my family, everything that was dear to me has been destroyed!" She bit her bottom lip, trying to get her emotions together.

Mikey wanted to slap himself for asking that. He looked at Don, wondering what to say next.

Donatello wasn't sure he really believed the claim. The whole thing sounded a little suspicious in his opinion; the turtles had a lot of enemies, and what better way to attack than to lower their guard first? Sending in some cute human girl telling them a sob story about how the world rejected her and how her parents died was a perfect way to play on the turtles' soft spot.

"...Well," He didn't want to sound like the bad guy here, "Sorry to hear that... why don't you tell us a little more about what happened before you came into the sewers."

She kept her gaze downwards and spoke softly. "I was just walking the streets like I always do when I came across some kind of gang...they had a dragon symbol on their right arm..."

"The Purple Dragons!" Mikey couldn't help but interrupt. He sat back and tried to keep his mouth shut as listened. "Go on..."

"I didn't see what they were doing, because I didn't want to get involved, or get caught in the middle; I hate any kind of violence." She paused slightly, rubbing her right arm where a past scar rested.

"Did they chase you into the sewers?" Donatello asked, still skeptical, "Or did you go through the sewers to avoid them? Or what?" He knew he probably sounded a little rude, but unlike Michaelangelo, he couldn't just accept some person wandering in like Marsha had. "Did they try to hurt you?"


"Leaving already Miss Tezlof?" Mr. Nguyen asked as he spotted a rotound figure in a black slicker reach the back door. The girl stopped and turned glance in the Vietnamese man's direction and gave him a weary nod. The owner of the internet cafe grinned at her. "Hope to see you soon!"

The girl nodded again and left with out another word. Mr. Nguyen chuckled and shook his head. He was one of few people who know the truth about the girl.

Marsha closed her eyes, instantly regretting ever coming down here. She bit her bottom lip again before continuing. "They never saw me. I came down here in order to stay away from those people." She rubbed her arm again, the scar agitating her a bit. "No, they didn't try to hurt me or anything like that."

Mikey stared at his brother, shaking his head. Always the one to ask the most questions. His eyes narrowed, upon noticing the scar on her arm. "How'd you get that scar?"

"....." The agitated feeling left her as soon as he had asked that question. I knew I should have worn a long-sleeved t-shirt! She silently scolded herself.

The scar looked old, and thus could not have been caused by the events that Marsha had been telling him. "Are you thirsty?" He asked, seeing how uncomfortable she was when Mikey mentioned the scar. "We've got water, pop, coffee, some milk... I think that's it."


Tezlof stepped into the back alley and adjsuted her black slicker coat. What now? Well, she could always go back 'home', but the only real thing that she could do there was sleep. She could take a walk, but she was always taking walks.

The female turtle let out an annoyed huff and decided that taking a walk was better than doing nothing at all. She moved onto Main street, adjusting her hat so it hid her face a little bit better, and started walking. After a short while she began to take random turns until she found herself in a part of town she had never been in. Her pace slowed and she looked around to take in the new scene.

That was when she sensed something wrong...

[maybe we should stop to let someone else in?]

[Yeah, I think we should wait for someone else to reply ;)]

"I'll take a Coke, if it's okay," She nodded, gratefully. "And, thank you," she gave Don a shy smile.

"I'm sorry if I said something I wasn't supposed to," Mikey started, rubbing the back of his head.

Marsha looked at him and slightly smiled. "It's okay, Mikey. I just don't like bringing up the past that much."

[i think i should do something right about now...]

MEANWHILE
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Shredder paced back and forth, waiting on Karai to return. he had sent her out to find any activity of gangs and purple dragons. they have been acting very strange latly. even Hun couldn't tell him what was going on. just then, he heard something land on the floor as silent as it could be alowed

"Well Karai?" he asked

Donatello returned the shy smile of his own, and went into the kitchen to retrieve a coke for Marsha and a glass of water for himself. As he did so, he listened to the conversation between Michaelangelo and the girl. She 'didn't like brining up the past that much.' That, he supposed, would hold true with the story about her family and maybe even the scar; but any one with knowledge in psychology knew that avoiding one's past was a sign of... Donny shook his head, maybe he really did 'think too much' as Raphael and 'BokuMouki' claimed. Maybe he really did have nothing to worry about when it came to Marsha.

Having poured Marsha's coke into a glass of ice and grabbing a glass of water for himself, he walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch's arm again. "Here." He said, handing the girl her drink. That's when he remembered about Mouki. "Ah man!" He groaned, "One moment, please."

He hurried over to his computer, turning off the away message only to groan again and slap the back of his neck.

[BokuMouki signed off at 9:45 pm]

Donny sincerely wished that the guy -- well, he presumed Mouki was a guy -- had waited, but he supposed he couldn't really complain. He put up his away message again and went back over to the couch looking slightly distraught.


Meanwhile the real owner of the said screen name, Tezlof, made an aboutface and walked into the nearest allyway. Down near the end, where the trash bins were located was a group of young men surrounding another, older one. The female gnashed her teeth together as she watched them, contemplating on what to do. Unlike her four ninja counterparts, she didn't just simply jump in to save the day.

Tezlof wasn't evil, but she wasn't entirely good either; if one were to ever ask for the female's alignment, she'd most likely tell them she was 'Chaotic Neutral'. Meaning she did what she wanted, when she wanted to; but sometimes, not even she was sure of what that was.

The young men converged on the older and immediatly began pounding him to the ground. Tezlof let out an exaspirated sigh and crossed her arms. Well, since she was here, she might as well be of some help. The gang didn't even notice her until she was already leaning against one of the trash bins. Two of them quickly held thier victem down while the other three turned to face her, giving her an annoyed, bewildered look.

"Nice tattoos." She commented cooly about the dragons on thier right arms. The five gang members looked at each other and then to her, their faces now wraught with confusion. How can this chick be so calm? "So tell me -- I'm new around here -- what's the name of your gang?" Her arms still crossed, she gave them a half hearted shrug, "You know... for future reference?"

They stared at her for a moment longer before one of them found thier voice. "...The Purple Dragons..."

"Purple Dragons?" Tezlof smirked, "Isn't purple the color of homosexuality?" The gang blinked at her, then began to inch away from each other, not wanting to look as if they actually swung that way. The girl chuckled at this, "So tell me, what exactly did that poor guy do to piss you off?"

Embarassment was turning to rage, and another of the gang spoke. "What's it to you?"

"Well now, you see... if you don't have a good reason for beating him up," She shrugged again, "I'm going to have to stop you."

Karai bowed her head. “Master. It is just as I feared. The street gangs have not given up the freedom they found when you were…” she paused, trying to find the right wording. “When the city did not have you to control the chaos.”

The suggestions of how to eliminate this problem died on her tongue. Where once her counsel had been welcomed, it was now met with accusations. Having witnessed the punishments of those who stepped out of place, she kept hers.

She raised her head to look at her Master, waiting for his next command.

Marsha took the drink gratefully, pausing slightly to look up at Donatello, a bit confused. "Something wrong?" She asked politely. She took a few sips of her drink, contentedly sitting back.

"Yeah, bro...what were you doing on there, anyway?" Michelangelo asked, a slight smirk forming on his face. "Talking to a girl, maybe?" he continued, in a teasing voice.

[OOC: For those who don't know, 'Boku' is the masculine form of 'I' in Japanese and Mouki means 'Blind Turtle'... (I think, anyways).]

"It's not a -- uh -- well..." Donny had begun to reply defensively when he suddenly realized that not even he really knew person's real gender. "I was just talking to one of my World of Warcraft buddies." He finally said, "You know, Mikey, the one that plays a Female Gnome? I was talking to -- uh -- well, just for conversational purposes lets call 'Mouki' a guy."

Donny rubbed the back of his neck, "I haven't seen him online since before Christmas, and from what little I know about him... I'm getting a little worried."


"Stop us?" The middle one repeated with a laugh, but his tone soon turned serious as he began to advance towards her with the other two behind him. "I'd like to see you try."

"Oh, I won't have to 'try' at all." Tezlof replied, stepping to the side of the large trash bin. "This is going to be extremely easy for me."

"Pretty confident for a fat chick." The one to the right snorted.

"Fat?" Tezlof raised an eye ridge which went unseen under her sunglasses and fedora. "Actually, I'd say I'm rather slender." This earned her a cruel laugh from the five gang members.

"Yeah, we'll see about that." Said the middle one.

She shrugged again, "Suit yourself." The three began to charge towards her and were soon met with a trash bin flying their way. Three soon became two as one of them failed to roll out of the way. Tezlof winced as she heard the definate crunch of bones against steel and brick. "Ooh, that sounded like it hurt."

The two who had been holding down the victem released him and took a step away from Tezlof's direction. "Dude," said one of them, "She did that!"

"Did I?" She asked, feigning innocence. This was getting fun.

Mike nodded his head. "Yeah, I remember." He paused. "You guys haven't talked about anything else?" he asked, standing up.

He stretched a bit before looking at his brother and Marsha. "I'm gonna go make some more popcorn. You guys want some? Or should I make some Pizza, maybe?"

"Pizza sounds good right about now..." Marsha replied.
"Cool. What about you, Donny?"

*Raph comes into the lair, and places his fedora and trench coat on the coat rack. In his hands are are 2 extra large pizza boxes*
Make pizza, Mikey if u'd have just picked up ur Shell-cell when i called u'd've gotten my message. I said "Mikey, while i'm out i think i'll grab a couple pies for dinner. everything on 'um ok? Call me back." so i got one extra cheese and one with ther works....wait a minute....who is she??
*Raphie's hand goes for the sai at his side*

Marsha remained calm as she stared at the new comer. Her eyes squinted slightly as she noticed him reaching for his weapon. "...."

"Whoa, whoa, Raphy, calm down. She means us no harm." Mikey stopped himself, thinking he sounded corny saying that. He looked to Don for help, seeing that Marsha stayed silent. He looked back and took the boxes from Raph's hands. "I'll take those..." he smiled wildly.

*Holds the pizzas from his brother's reach*
Oh no, Mikey. Not until u tell me who this strange person
is....she mean us no harm, great, but what is she doing here??
((OC: I could've sworne there were 2 non-turtle characters in the lair....oh well....sorry...edited posts.))