Rpg: Funny how things work out
 

“Anata wa no namae wa nan desu ka?”
Sleepily, Randi opened one eye and stared at her ‘sensei’, “…Eh?”
“Anata wa no namae wa nan desu ka!”
“Oh… uh…”
“A-na-ta wa no na-ma-e wa Nan de-su ka!”
“Anata—no, wait—Watashi wa no namae wa Grei desu. Where are we anyways?”
“Well, if you hadn’t been sleeping,” The 'Sensei' replied, “the past two hours you would know.”
“Hey, I need to sleep some times ya know…”
“And yet you never sleep when it is convenient.”
“Yes I do, Li-san, just not when it’s convenient to you.” Randi quickly replied, “Now where are we?”
“Manhattan.”
“New York?” Grey looked a bit started.
“No. Texas.” Li replied drolly.
“…Har… har… har… what are we doing here?”
“We’ll be living here.” She answered.
“For how long?”
“For however long it takes, Miranda.”
“Well if this just isn’t the bee’s knees.” Randi muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

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Real Name: Tzipporah, Hanaru Li
Alias: The Collector
Race: Human/demi-immortal
Age: 2,009 (looks 20)
Gender: female
Skin: tan
Hair: brown/black
Eyes: dark brown/glowing red
Height: 5’5”
History: You’ll find out soon enough and then you’ll wish you didn’t know.
Other: Has a tendency to sprout red demonic wings, a pair of small black horns in her forehead and grow a nice set of fangs.


Real Name: Miranda Ann Tezlof
Nickname: Randi
Alias: Greysight
Race: Mutant Turtle
Age: 19
Gender: female
Skin: pale jade green
Hair: none!
Eyes: right-pale blue/left-blood red
Height: 4’11”
History: Conspiracies like no other!
Other: Watch out for flying objects.

((This is the only rpg that I can find a way of actually getting into seeing as the others are already so far along... now can you answer a few questions before I begin? Really? Thanks!
What time is it?
Where in Manhattan are they?
Do either of them know anyone in New York?
Do either of them have any clue about the TMNT yet?
And lastly, what's with the 'other' section of your bios? Sounds more like warnings to me. :P ))

((Its dark out, so after 5:30 pm; Hanaru has business parteners on wall street; Sandra might, Randi wouldn't have a clue; and lastly, more or less, yes.))

ill jump in...
 

A shadowy figure was out in Manhattan this clear night. A cool, brisk breeze wafted amongst the high buildings overlooking Manhattan's now mostly dead streets. A full moon shone overhead, giving the night a sort of eerie aura to it. The figure quickly and silently leapt from building to building with ease. He was little more than a blur.

"Damn, I really enjoy nights like these," Michelangelo said to himself, as he catapaulted his reptilian body to the next building. "So nice, so serene..... sure wish they could all be like this."

He handspringed over a chimney and continued his training run. A particularly high builing loomed ahead. Mike grinned and picked up his speed, running at nearly a break-neck rate. He made an incredible leap easily sailing fifteen feet through the air......

Unforunately, it was not enough. His body was going to hit the side of the building about twenty feet below the top.....

"Hah!" Mike yelled out loud as he straightened his feet toward the building and deftly used the momentum to take five huge steps UP the side of the wall and the sprung up and out towards the top. He caught the ledge with his left hand, and vaulted his body overhead. The entire process took place in less than five seconds.

Feeling confident at overcoming this minor challenge, Mike heartily yelled out:

"Buildings of Manhattan, BEWARE!! You are no match for the great MICHELANGELO!!"

He began to snicker to himself...."Gee, I hope nobody heard that."

Continuing his training run, Mike mused to himself, "Nothing beats a good exercise run, I feel so free, so alive...... well, nothing that is, except handing Raph his ass on a silver platter when we spar!! Hah!"

"Mmmmmm, I love nights like these." Mike looked up at the full moon. It had an almost forboding visage. "Hmmm.... but, why do I feel like somethin's gonna happen? Like the calm before the storm??"

"Eh..." Mike shrugged off his premonition, tightened his dark red headband, and continued on his way, thoroughly enjoying the remainder of his training run, completely unaware of the event that would soon transpire.

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Name: Michelangelo
Nicknames: Mike, Mikey, Michael
Race: Mutant Turtle
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Skin: Dark green
Hair: None
Eyes: Black
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 200 lbs.
History: Read Mirage comics, genius.
Other: Outstanding attributes are Physical Prowess (24 in Palladium rpg) and Mental Affinity (19 in Palladium rpg). Has developed some 'psychic' abilities due to ninjutsu training.

Instead of the homely apartment that she was expecting, Randi soon found herself standing in the middle of a handsomely decorated Loft. “I knew you were rich, Li, but this is ridiculous.” It made her wish that she wasn’t color blind, she was sure the place was full of assorted colors.
“Humph, if you want, I’m sure I can find a nice cozy place in the sewers for you.”
“Eh? What do’ya mean?”
“Never mind.” Li replied, “Earn your keep and help me bring in the stuff.”
Randi furrowed her eye-ridges and put on her black fedora and Reverend Coat. “Fine…” She growled. ‘Why did I agree to come here again?’

They had been nearly done with moving the belongings when Randi heard the strangest thing: "Buildings of Manhattan, BEWARE!! You are no match for the great MICHELANGELO!!"
“Hear that?”
“Yes, its nothing.” The woman replied, lifting up the last box, “Just your average New Yorker.”
‘Average… right…’ Randi thought.'Like anything in New York is average.'
“Hey, Li, is that the last box?”
Li eyed her suspiciously, “Yes, why?”
“BYE!!!” Randi cried as she ran off towards where she had heard the voice.
“MIRANDA TEZLOF WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?!”
“OUT! I’LL BE BACK LATER!” Came the reply.
Li watched the girl run off, the usual emotionless expression on her face. “Tch! Kids.” She then carried the last box inside.

She climbed up to the top of a fire escape and onto a particularly empty roof, wondering where she should go next.

Mike
 

Mike stood perched high up on a water tower, overlooking Manhattan's streets. "Hmm, nice view."

"Eh?" Mike felt someone coming rather close to his position.

"Oh great," he mused to himself. "Me and my big mouth."

Michelangelo dropped down into a shadowed area beneath the water tower, and crouched down in anticipation of the arrival of the intruder. He calmy held his right hand by his trusty nunchaku. "Here we go..."

Enter: Greysight
 

It was a long jump to the tower, but she was sure she could make it... with a little help. Knowing full well she couldn't jump high enough or far enough, she took a running start and leapt off the edge.
She seemed to pause mid-air, her long black reverend coat flailing out as she landed softly at the edge of the water tower. 'I'm going to regret not bringing my dagger'. She thought as she slowly began to scout the area via psychic abilities. 'All bets!' She imitated the naisely voice of an old booky she knew back home ' Who is the mystery person? Good? Bad? Or just some drunk idiot? Or maybe or heroine has pulled another spoof!' She frowned, side stepping away from Mike's position; no there was definately some one here...

Mike
 

"Dammit," Mike said to himself. "Whoever this is is tryin' to get inside my mind."

He closed his eyes for a second and began to focus his breathing in a rhythmic, harmonious manner. He clasped his right palm over his clenched left fist, invoking the Ongyo-in seal of invisibility.

"Mushin, mind like water," Mike began murmuring to himself.

After completing the invocation, he stealthily made his way to Miranda's postion, attempting to avoid detection.

Re: Mike
 

"I know you're here." She calmly said, finding it best not to attempt telepathy.

Mikes attempt had indeed worked, but not in the way that he might have liked; by causing Randi to loose conection with him for even a second, he was more or less yelling 'I'm coming' to her. Randi did not feel like being snuck up on.

Scowling, Randi narrowed her multicolored eyes as she felt for his presence; she could feel him, but not pinpoint him... No! She was not going to let this happen, she was one of--is the--most powerful psychic known on the Islands!

She took another sidestep away from Mike's general location and turned to face him. "I'm unarmed, you know." She muttered, keeping her fedora low. No need to show her true form.

Mike
 

"Why are you following me?" Mike asked calmly, his position cloaked in the shadows. Luckily, among the other skills Splinter had included in their ninjutsu training, he had been taught practical ventriloquism. It would be exceedingly difficult for the intruder to pinpoint his location when he could throw his voice.

Silence.....

"You maybe unarmed as you claim," Mike continued with his ventriloquist act, "but we both know you have had some serious training and I doubt you're entirely helpless. No offense, but I ain't one prone to take chances."

Silence.....

"I'll ask again: why are you following me?"

Re: Mike
 

"Tch." She clicked her tongue and dropped down to a lotus position, resting her head in one hand. "Wasn't following you really." She muttered, "Heard some one yell out, used it as an exscuse to get out of work--didn't even know you were here until I got to this roof."

There was a pause.

"You know a lot of the tricks of the trade, don't you?" She asked him looking eyeing the general direction she first thought him to be. 'Woulda liked to have a guy like him in my troop' She added casually in thought, it was hard to find good sleath soldiers.

Mike
 

Michelangelo paused for a moment and contemplated her words, still eyeing her from his hiding place. She was still shrouded by that coat, but there was definitely something unusual about her figure.

'Hmmm,' he thought to himself. 'She seems harmless and innocent enough. But still.....'

"Yes. I am ninja."

Silence.....

"Heh... should have known." She looked off as if bored with the subject, "The old hag would love to meet you--she's a ninja too..."


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Meanwhile, the 'old hag' in question was meditating in the extra room of the loft. New York, Chicago, L.A. and Houston... not only were they the three most populated metropolitan areas, but the were also the breeding grounds of something else.
She had pushed out thoughts, searching... and her quest did not end empty handed. She had found one! Standing up, she grabbed her 'Angel's Wrath' Dagger and set out; she'd have to find her apprentance first.

Donatello was running down the street, chased by a couple of street punks on bikes. Donatello sharply cut a corner and noticed that there was an alleyway to escape. He turned down the dark passageway and slipped on some garbage.

The engines of the motorcycles became even louder! The cries and cheers of the assailants were coming closer, and the shadows came into view. Donatello picked himself up and dusted himself off, wondering how he was going to escape this one.

He continued the run, and a wolfpack turned into the alleyway. Donatello ran, as the wolfpack ran over boxes and garbage that stood in their way. Donatello continued the sprint until he met the end, which was a large brick wall.

"This is the end, FREAK!" a punk said.

"That's what you think!" Donatello said in his mind. He looked up the wall and noticed that it was just too high for him to reach the top. The wall was so elevated, impossible to touch the top. The motorcyclists zoomed over at Donatello, and Donatello taunted with the "bring it on" signal. The motorcyclists approached even closer. When the punks became some few feet within Donatello, Donatello sprung in the air and backflipped over the motorcyclists. Each motorcycle crashed into the wall in explosions, and Donatello continued his run.

"It's great to be a genius!" Donatello yelled, "I'm just too much for these guys."
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Name: Donatello
Nickname(s): Don, Donny
Race: Mutant Turtle
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Skin: Dark green
Hair: None
Eyes: Black
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Weapon(s): Bo

As Raphael looks around he says to Donny
"you know i kind of like bein the badass better"
he jump it to the air were he pulls out his sai's then lands and runs toward the fight
"I get da leftovers"
as Raph sees Donny running he also sees a truck full of punks, he runs right at them and the stop right before they would have hit him, but when they looked he was gone they turned to see that he was in the cab of the truck.
"Miss me"
As he took out the goons he stole the car and pulled up next to Don.
" you know running is very good to lose a few pounds(he hits Don's tummy)
well i will be seeing u good buddy later"
Raph Pulls aup and gose faster for about 1/5 of a mile he then turns to look back.
"hay did you need ride"
he looks at Donny while he gets in to the trucks cab
"shall it be home master"
Raphel says as he drives off
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Name: Raphael
Nickname: Raph
Race: Mutant Turtle
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Skin: Light green
Hair: None
Eyes: Black
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 191 lbs.
Weapon:Sai

"Yeah sure... where do you think Mikey is right now?" Donatello asked Raph as he ran up to him. He hopped into the passenger's side of the vehicle and smirked at Raph.

"You think he's out there partyin' like he usually does? He's probably with some female right now." Donatello grins at Raphael. "Anyway, just take me home. I had enough action for one day!"

All of a sudden, gunshots popped and bullets hit the truck!

"Push the gas!!!" Donatello yelled.

eh?
 

(Errrr... since when was Mike a party guy?? What parties could he go to?? And what kind of girls would he hang with?? It's not to easy for a mutant turtle to socialize.... :roll: )

Mike
 

"Old hag? Ninja??" Mike questioned very curiously. " Very interesting..."

Utilizing his stealth training and still masking his presence, Mike began to slowly make his way to Miranda's position.....

((EERG... let's not get nit-picky!!!))

Re: Mike
 

"Heh, not when she's decided she wants you for an 'apprentence' and won't take no for an ans-..."

Blam! Blam! Screech!

"Now theres the New York I remember!" Grinning maniacly, she whirled to face the ledge letting her long coat flow behind her giving Mike a glimps of the colour of her legs. (^^;;) " Finally some real action!" She moved to jump off the ledge.