Mayhem.

And Don is caught somewhere between alternately tongue tied and babbling. "They're not that hard to make, really. It's just a matter of--" He cuts himself off, he's getting a look from Leo. Right... back on task... "It's not a problem."

Then there is his counterpart's question, and Don is hesitant to answer that one! Though Leo seems preoccupied, and the question had been directed to him.

"I... don't have a good reason why you wouldn't be welcome..." Leo still occupied? He glances to his brother, who has other tasks to attend to. "Though I'm sure no one here will force you to join."

And the best part of Mikey taking the rest of his food? That is now Mikey's plate! HA! Don leaves his breakfast plate with his brother and takes his cup to the sink, setting it on the counter for now. If Raph washes it, that's awesome. If he doesn't, Don will return for it later. He always comes back to check when he does this.

Then he turns and nods Donnie toward his work space again.

"Where did you want to start? The phones or the mutagen? Or...?" The open workspace might be a little distracting with all the kids going crazy in the other part of the room.

"If you want, we can take more up to the garage too. It will probably be quieter..."

Leo accepted the phone and allowed Red down to the floor to follow the others. He laughed softly as the child ran off. Then Leo turned his full attention to Erica.

"Please be as quiet as possible out in the tunnels. At least at first, until we're at a  safe distance from teh lair." And by that, he means the tunnels themselves. He doesn't want anyone finding their home.

As he walked, he tried to keep her mostly at his side, maybe slightly behind himself as he knew his way around the tunnels and she didn't. But he had a couple of questions, and he was certain that she had her own. So he kept the distance one that would allow for quiet conversation.

Leo held the door on the way out of the lair, then walked for awhile, making two turns before looking to Erica and offering conversation.

Raph gives Mikey a hidden 'birdie' and chuckles, well that was smooth - he would have to try impressing her in the dojo then.

And he siiighs the kitchen was being vacated faster than he had seen so he gathers up all the dishes left... sneaking the plate and the last mouthful off Donnie's pancake from Mikey daring him to grab for it.

He'll finish up the kitchen and trust Mikey to keep the children busy for a bit whilst he tidied the breakfast away.

Hah hah hah Mikey growls softly but he won the round and Raphie won the pancake bit.

He leaves the domesticated turtle to the kitchen and moves to the spot where the kids gathered. Watching them - grinning phone out to catch the boys at play with the ball.

" I'd like to, I'm sure I could learn something from you all." Donnie chuckles watching the children, he'd like to watch and observe their play. But he nods at his fellow Don and gestures, " should probably finish the phones first so I can see if it works and contact my Leo, he'll be waiting for it before sending Mikey onto our company. then get onto the mutagen. or probably begin both - if your like me multitasking sort of just happens... and with extra hands and big brains I'm sure we'll get more done."

Moving with Don towards his work space and then pausing on the way past the rooms to gather his belt and clean forgetting about washing the lipstick off himself. Hurrying back to Don's side and pulling a tray out of his belt to gather the phone bits on to take up to the garage.

He would put the orb back in his belt and bandana back on his head.

More soft chuckling - she would have given don and his talk about the phones all her attention it sounded like it could have been interesting. But it was time to go.

A nod.

Erica was no ninja.


(( Leo and Ee off to here : https://maskedmayhem.forumotion.com/t147-dragoness#2951 ))

Don nods at his counterpart's reasoning. It's entirely sound. While Donnie gathers up phone parts the orb and his bandanna, Don pulls a toolbox out of a drawer. There are similar tools upstairs already that he typically uses when he needs to add or replace hardware for HAILI, but there are two of them now. And he really prefers this set for working on the smaller phones.

When he stands again, he notices the lipstick still all over Donnie's face and laughs softly.

"You might want to wash your face first though."

Liam greeted his last red brother as he joins them...

And now they watch Elena with this... thing she calls a ball -

then the ball as it bounced and rolled and caught all their attentions... little guys hurrying after her and the ball, Liam trying to imitate her kick but missing.

And soon they were a dashing about group of five chasing a ball all over the place!

Donnie blinks... then recalls with an " Oh gosh1 yeah I forgot your brother tried to wipe it back onto me after each granny kiss... never kissed a dude before aside from my brothers... felt weird. Will have to tell my girlfriend." Like he could keep that sort of thing to himself anyways!

He had striped off grandma in the midst of that tussel.

And now reaches into his belt for wipes. Yep always had to have some on him for spills and cause Mikey was a messy eater sometimes. He uses the trays shiny surface between phone bits to wipe the lippy off himself. " not really my color it is? too pink... a deeper red or a more orangy red would have been better."

Wiping, wiping and finally clear ! pulling his bandana back into place on his head. Ready to follow Don, carefully lifting up the tray after tucking the used wipes into his belt along with their packet.

Don laughed as Donnie babbled about kissing a dude, and having to tell his girlfriend. "They were interdimensional brotherly grandma kisses, I'm sure it's fine."

While Donnie cleaned up, Don went through his supplies again. Making sure he had everything he wanted to take up to the garage. He poked around in a couple of low cabinets again, and grunted as he hit his head as he backed out of one. Again. He did that on that cabinet Every. Single. Time! Ow! One would think he'd figure it out eventually. But he had what he needed!

"I always felt that orange and green clash." Smirking, and a slight dig at his brother across the room who had instigated the whole thing.

"There's a waste basket under the desk if you need it.

Don then led the way back up to the garage and started setting items out on one of the workbenches.

Donnie grins, " I know - I think she will find it hilarious I can't deny my best friend a chance to poke fun at me for it." a soft grin, he didn't even bother trying to hide how love struck his April left him feeling. Not any more. Sometimes the depth of his feeling would still wig her out a little, but ever since that Ice Cream Kitty song they had done with his Mikey ... for his Mikey, the walls she kept between them as best friends melted away completely.

Laughing at the clashing - especially as Mikey seemed to hear and made a rude raspberry sound. Adding with a grin, " depends on the shade of orange and green I guess."

He removed the used wipes from his belt and pops them in the waste basket, " you okay ? heard a bump down there." everything in place he follows Don to the garage and places his tray down with the phones.

Grinning sideways at don a bit, " for a moment there with Erica you sounded like me in the beginning with April. I was always a mix of excited babbling and completely tongue tied around her. Doesn't help when they smell so damned fantastic." girls in general just smelled great.

Don smiles at the discussion and laughed at Mikey's raspberry.

"Hmm... Oh. I'm fine. I hit that cabinet all the time. Not sure why..." He has four around the lair just like it and never has a problem with any of the others. Just that one.

Once they're up in the garage and Donnie sort of calls him out, Don shuffles a little, blushes and... in a somewhat pathetic attempt to hide it starts digging through tool boxes, though what he could be looking for is a mystery. More than they could possibly need is already on the bench. The noise he made might have been a non-committal, nervous laugh or a cough.

"Raph's the one who churred when she kissed him."

Though to be fair, Don had been too shocked by the peck on the cheek to respond to it. And he sort of suspects just about anything female that kissed Raph would make him churr...

When he closes the tool box, he didn't actually remove anything from it.

"So... sync the phones and the... weird orb thingie?"

"hahahah kinds like my tool box at home constantly stubbing my damned toe on it - every time!

And he places down the tray of goodies of both phone guts and shells he grins at Don, " duuude your talk to a fellow Donatello, sides should have seen me when we first met April I was head over heels at first sight and according to my Raph it was Sadorable. Proved him wrong in the end he kept telling me it wasn't going to happen."

A snigger, "of course Raphs churr I've never known them to be shy... my Raph chased warrior salamandrians up a icy mountain to make his intentions to the female, Mona, known."


"seems you may have competition there though, thankfully none of my brother's eyed off my April... though she and Leo are close, almost BFFs - almost. And yes we better so we can ring my Leo before he comes hunting for me - with all the crew in tow."

Don is not biting!  Almost by sheer force of will. He is just letting the other turtle talk at him. Instead of engaging in the conversation, he starts going through the unfamiliar phone on the bench. Every so often, he glances up at his counterpart. Proof he's listening and taking it in, but he's not joining in the conversation! Every so often there's more of the nervous shuffling. The sort of attention he's paying is not unlike when he mostly ignores Mikey bouncing around his workspace, but he's paying a little more attention to what's actually being said. He would find it amusing if it weren't for the subject matter, which he is being painfully shy about, even with a counterpart he's fairly comfortable with.

"No one wants a Leo hunting them..." There's another glance, has the subject changed yet? Maybe? He's still examining the phone.

"Hmm... clever. This would allow a weaker signal to be fully received. I am so stealing that." In fact, he will probably add the feature on Erica's phone to see if it works with his set up.

Okay okay an amused Donnie does divert from girl talk to tech talk... He could slip in things about girls as they go.

He nods and again pulls off his bandana and fumbles for the orb, " this thing internally has a sort of crystal filled mutagen tank that vibrates with the universe it is in and it is always connected to the frequencies of every world it is in the receivers I took from various Kraang bits received across the board so I should be able to call Leo from here and if we add to your design you's will be able to also..." he is pulling spare Kraang bits from his belt as he talks and piles them about to reuse.



" agreed as my Leo comes with a small army." bit of a laugh!

Don finds the words 'crystal filled mutagen tank' almost as terrifying as actually talking about Erica. She smelled nice... ACK! No... Focus! He's back.

"Like the exploding crystals from last night? Those crystals? So... don't drop it, huh?" Translation: Mikey and Raph are not allowed to touch.

He makes a couple more mental notes about Donnie's phone before putting it down and watching what the younger turtle is doing to his. Donnie is probably going to find a couple of Utrom parts that are similar to Kraang tech in function, but vastly different in form. There are a couple of Triceraton bits in there too, and a few pieces of standard Earth tech that are used in a manner that is decidedly bizarre. That would be a technique Don picked up in 2105.

"I would still be more concerned about being pursued by a Leo than by an army."

Donnie hummmms thinking about that and then nods, " if your Leo is like my Leo when it comes to a hunt... your right... the only one to actually get the drop on our Leo so far is Mikey. and maaaybe mmmmyyy sweet smelling April got close once...... love that distinctly female scent all girls have."

He himself was thinking about girls and smells and mostly April - cause like she occupied most of his waking thoughts anyways - she had dibs.

And he went wide eye at the utrom tech, all wriggly fingers and excited abandoning his phone for Don to pick over and play with as he was with don's design oooohing and ahhhhhiiiiing and nodding " yes though I have specially designed the containment fields. it would take an extreme thrust of Leo's into the heart of a phone to crack and activate the explosion inside the phone itself... except when I activate the self destruct, though the amount is so small the explosion would only destroy the phone and maybe burn hands. but yes away from Mikeys and Raph's."

Don was about to comment on the Leo talk, but it changed course on him, and he sort of nods instead.

Jhanna smelled like nutmeg, and even all these years later, he remembers it. Erica is more... vanilla.

He manages to keep the sigh of relief to himself when the conversation goes back to the phones. And he laughs softly as Donnie starts getting into the heart of Don's phone and finding the things that made it different. Even as the younger turtle explained the safety of the exploding crystals in his phones.

"Fair enough."

Don starts pulling spare parts together. He's poked around Donnie's phone a little, and has a pretty good idea about how it functions.  Since they're still on that topic, he starts gathering parts for one for Erica. He won't do anything else on it right now, as they still have a lot to accomplish today, but most of the parts are right here at the moment, and he might as well take advantage of that.

Even as he gathers the parts, he watches what his counterpart is doing. And he stops what his collecting as more of the phone comes apart.

"Here," He points at a piece of Utrom tech. "This is part of the internal tracking system as well as allowing sort of a two-way radio function." There's no cell towers that serve the farm house, so he added the feature so the phones would work there. "It might be similar enough to your Kraang tech to be almost a straight switch..."

Donnie was beginning to note the shyness about discussing girls, and it was amusing to him but he didn't push that right now as he was thoroughly enjoying this tech session, he didn't get along with Dr. Rockwell enough to work with him. And Mikey was a sponge and could only parrot back to him.

This was intellectually stimulating!

He nods and compares the two, "that's really clever and will probably work quiet well as a straight switch over yes..." his own tiny phone tools out and spare tphone cases on the table and trays and pulling more small hand made containers about the size of double as batteries out of his pockets. Inside the weird mixes of crystals and mutagen.

Pulling out head gear that's let's him zoom in on the tech. Offering some to Don too. Grinning he was enjoying himself!

He accepts the gear, not because he doesn't have something that can do the job, but because he's curious!

Allowing himself a moment to play with the gear, Don smiles. "Very nice." He continues to keep an eye on what the other turtle is doing, but after a moment, he picks up the other turtle's phone and sort of alternates between the two.

He's quiet an unobtrusive about it though, and especially with the head gear on, it's probably easy to forget he's even there. If this works, he will probably give the one that's being outfitted for interdimensional calling to Leo. Leo would take care of it. And Don is rather fond of his own phone. It has capabilities the others lack.

Once content with the internal workings of the Tphone, Don takes off the headgear and moves to another work bench and starts getting out equipment they'll need for testing the mutagen. He doesn't actually get the mutagen itself out yet, just some clean labware.

Donnie stops for a moment before reassembly of the phones and steps back pulling head gear off.

" think there is anything else we should think of installing in these before reassembly... and by the way I have incorporated the two way system into my tphones design along with the slip in and out head wear ear and mic head set that's genius!" excited and pleased so far with what they have but it was important they both were happy with it before testing the connections and then reassembling phones. " anything you want to put specifically in the phone your assembling for Erica?" maybe a tiny bit of a tease about the girl. 

One of his first gifts to April after all was one of his specially made tphones... though Mikey forced him to make a new one by causing it to self destruct in her hand! Donnie was glad he had reinforced the inner lining of the tphone by then so she luckily suffered no hand burns though it was still a possible hazard. And it was still her favourite gift, near endless amount of memory for her music and photos and she didn't need to buy data. And no need for cables and charging pads as it ran on the mutagen and crystals and also water proof. Donnie was in the process of designing and building her a likewise versatile laptop for college. Turtle shelled of course like his phone.

And he could tell Don had put that much into his shell cell too - and by bringing up the other phone in effect mentioning he was willing to help the turtle finish that one too if he wanted- but he might want to work on that one alone. Donnie would understand that.

He saw mutagen testing equipment coming out and was thrilled! But first finish these -

”We use the headsets a lot. Probably one of the most used features I have. He was actually a little surprised that Donnie hadn’t needed them before and installed some!

Don didn’t catch the tease. It was too subtle and sailed right over his head.

”I wouldn’t mind getting one of your antennas in there. But I can put Erica’s together. Don’t worry about it..” Don did want to make Erica’s himself, but he doesn’t actually say those words. He would probably work on it during down time waiting for aspects of the mutagen testing.

" Dad used to say for someone so intelligent the obvious sometimes eludes me... this is such an obviously useful feature - I should have had something similar to go but didn't..." and he switched on the kraang orb by resting both hands on either side of it, the contact was necessary to  link with it in his mind.

then he turned back to the phones to test before fully assembling tphone and shell cell whether both their new signals were being received and carried. And focusing... but explaining what he was up to and how the kraang orb worked and how to work it. " I might leave this one here in this world, I can always request another from Bishop."

And if he refuse he and Mikey will just sneak about dimension x and steal one. Surely some left over Kraang hideouts there Mikey could locate and they could raid them.

" but both phones are operational!" gleeful leavingthe orb which for themoment was not glowing pink and purple as no communications were going out or coming in and adding the antennae to one, leaving a spare out for the third phone and reassembling the shell cell first.

The tphone - which this slowed him from joining Don at the moment with the mutagen as he felt about in his pocket to make the first little head sets for his tphone, having to find a space it could be mounted, removed and replaced into... and have a working mic and speaker...

" I have some sample of mutagen, failed retromutagen and retromutagen in my belts first pocket if you want to compare to other samples."

Don laughs softly at the missing the obvious bit. He has heard similar statements, though not from Master Splinter necesssarily.

"I suppose things have to balance somehow."

When Donnie mentions getting another orb from Bishop so casually, Don drops the - thankfully empty - beaker he had been holding, and it shatters on the floor.

"Shell!" And this would be why humans insist on safety equipment like closed toed shoes and long pants in labs... He goes about trying to clean up the mess while avoiding stepping in any. There are already several shards in his shins and ankles. He would prefer not have anymore.

"You work with Bishop? Like... he's a good guy? In this time period?" Don is looking at his counterpart like Donnie has sprouted another head. Possibly two.

He's glad he was carrying an empty beaker when that happened, and not some sample of any sort of mutagen based anything...

" Ahh! -  oh no! wait wait don't move I got it - you might get more in your skin hang on..." Donnie eeeeps in surprise stubbing his toe on the bench he was working on and dropping the mic he was working on attaching. 

He reaches into his pocket for the vacuum cleaner he kept for this reason... cause Mikey had a habit of doing this! and answers as he begins to vacuum speaking over the hum of his altered cleaner, he designed it to handle liquids more efficiently for spills.

zooming around their immediate area and around Don. " ummmm, Bishop is a good Kraang or huh I didn't actually make this connection Utrom, guess our version of your utroms. He works with our human government and us to keep an eye on intergalactic and interdimensional threats ... and was why we were alerted to Kraang activity in the first place. It's not a solid working relationship more of a tentative one. But we are the ones he comes to with big threats. Like my nephew Chompy's mother... boy did she freak everyone the heck out - including us." He explains placing the vacuum aside and eyeing Don's injuries. " want my help with those?"

Don holds still as requested aside from a shudder at the name.

"No... I've got it..." He pulls one of the chairs open and a first aid kit out of a lower drawer.

"Our Bishop is a psychopathic human obsessed with 'protecting' the Earth from some alien threat... Well... I guess he cleans up his act by 2105, but... He pauses there. Frowning at the glass for a moment before getting out the tweezers and beginning his story. There's an absent quality in his tone.

A few years ago... he accidentally released a mutant outbreak due to his reckless experiments attempting to create some sort of mutant super soldier. They... were never stable. Always lost their minds... We encountered a few of them." There's another pause, and Don swallows hard, pausing in his task, sort of staring at some point past the floor.

It traveled like a virus, spread mostly by saliva or venom. Those bitten or stung... fell prey to the unstable mutagen. Losing... their sanity... sense of self. Just... anger... and a need to attack anything that moved...

He 'coughs' to cover up some other sound. It helps him to refocus and he begins carefully removing the glass again.

"Baxter Stockman likes to take credit for it, but Leatherhead found a cure that was dispersed throughout the city."

Don said no but Donnie shrugged and drew out a kit too finding his own tweezers and working with him.

Also, yes sometimes the obvious did elude him, his mind ful of complex designs and equations and inventions. But... he was at this moment focused on Don and heard the voice, the tone, the pauses and looked up his big brown eyes watching his fellow Donatello's face, " something else happened... in that time... I'm sorry it happened by the way... whatever it was, either yourself or one of your brothers got seriously hurt I can tell... you don't have to explain all that if you don't want...' guessing and not sure how on point he was but suspecting fairly close.

His time to shudder a bit at Leatherheads name but it was with a grin. [color:d83a=9900ff]" wow that's so cool, our Leatherhead grabbed me by the face once and shook me like a rattle..." plucking away with Don the shards of glass.

"I owe Leatherhead my ife, and trust him implicitly."

Don laughs softly. "Even if he doesn't always trust himself."

Don stops picking at the glass and watches his counterpart for a long moment. Debating. If Donnie does do any sort of paternity testing he'll see what Don already knows, but has never really told.

"I'm 'me' again, but... it's not..." he fumbles for the right word here and settles for, "perfect? There are things that I know are different since..." Things like his ability -or lack thereof- to process certain chemicals, making him overly susceptible to stimulants and sedatives. His mutation is stable once more, but just barely.

Donnie nods, " that our Leatherheads have in common. though yeah I have misgivings around ours sometimes I trust him ... maybe not with our bodies but our lives yes... and especially Mikey's he adores our Mikey." 

He listens and eyes widen, " like our Karai, she's a ... stable... mutant but barely? I know she looked human in the contact but she's a mutant. A nagini - she can change back and forth between that human body and a snake one. She's no longer bestial though thanks to her lover Shinigami." He explains and nods a little sighing, " wish I could say I have found some sort of antidote for it, I could offer to use it as a base to maybe remove the instability from your mutation too... but I can't.. not even the super mutagen Mikey created works on her. And I have no idea what kind of mutant Erica is... it could be small she might have telekinetic powers or be a little stronger, faster than most humans or maybe its a dormant ability - around you guys it should begin to come out though. Elena might not for years." he is babbling again - realises and slows himself pulling more glass from Don's leg he was working on. 

He adds softly, " Raph was.... once turned into a plant... I reversed it and he re mutated into himself but sometimes he has... plant like habits... he needs a solar lamp in his room to do a little photosynsis... good thing as it turns out Mona the lizard female you saw needs it too and so too does their adopted son Chompy."

So he kind of had an idea what Don was talking about and would find anomalies in his dna no doubt. But felt he should explain he had encountered strange things before.

When the information sharing dissolves into babbling, Don watches with an amused expression. He just sat and listened to the whole thing, while continuing to work on the glass. Which he's pretty sure they've finally gotten all of!

"I appreciate the sentiment. Just... don't be surprised when you find a lot of sequencing for me. I redo it every so often just to make sure... and I run some computer simulations. But... it really seems that the best course of action is just to leave well enough alone."

Still, it would be nice to say... have a caffeinated beverage again. Maybe try a beer someday. But he's resigned himself.

The tale will also serve to explain why mutagen makes him nervous. Even the tiny vial, protected by its special casing that's now inside the shell cell on the counter.

"And... don't tell my brothers...?"

a nod and shrug, " I do my and my brothers too from time to time especially Raph. And when we become sexually active I will be sequencing us and the partners as a precaution." 

A bit hesitant and the nods, " I wont say anything. And will promise my Mikey to secrecy about anything in here because he... has some weird radar and might sniff out something. I don't know what but just encase. 

A small grin. " though I can see you guys are as close as myself and my brothers... you should tell them someday."


And they are done! " want to disinfect and bandaids or just disinfect?"

Don has his reasons for not telling. Mostly because he knows that his brothers crossed some moral lines to get him back, and he's not going to to tell them that he's worried it didn't quite work as well as they had hoped. At least not while everything seems stable enough anyway. He nods, but doesn't answer.

He then looks back at his leg and where the glass shards had been removed. Well... he had done a number on himself, hadn't he. If he wasn't pretty sure he would wind up walking around at least for a little while, he would just disinfect. There were several that would require band-aids...

"Disinfect, then I'll wrap it for while. We'll probably have training when Leo gets back." And band-aids won't survive training. Don is anticipating a tough session, especially after the disaster that was yesterday's.

"Thanks for the help."

Donnie still didn't understand why Don wouldn't tell his brothers, but he did understand he didn't know the whole story and trusted his counterpart had very good reasons so he made it obvious he wouldn't pry by nodding when the thanks came and placing his tweezers into a zip lock baggy with a small chemical mix at the bottom for cleaning. 

Because he wasn't able to just go buy new stuff and wasn't willing to ask April or Casey to dip into anything they had saved for their further education to cover his supplies.

Karai willingly shared some seeing as she still inherited a substantial amount from Shredder. But He wasn't willing to put that burden on his adopted older sister either.

tucking the little bagging back into his so labelled "Don's Boo boo Box' he pulls out pet tape. " I managed to find purple how cool is it?" Ooookay maybe it was a little bit liberated from pet shelters and veterinarian clinics and supply warehouses but he wasn't adding that.

It wasn't like they never left what little they had in the way of funds for the items and he wasn't proud of this style of scavenging but whatever ya had to do.

And never mind the bandaid like sticky sided pet tape was a great bandaid for shrapnel type injuries like this and still allowed for movement... rigorous ninja ee type movement and came off like bandaids!

Not a problem for non hairy reptiles. ' your welcome... sides you would do the same for me... and is your Leo as intense as my own in training?"

Don has similarly acquired stash. And he laughed when purple came out.

”You have the one color I can never find. I usually have to settle for pink...

Not that he minds much. It works just as well, and seems to be the most purchased and least used where he slips supplies from. Probably goes on sale more often.

He laughs at the next question.

”I would say ‘probably’, and just so you know, yesterday was a disaster, so... Sorry about that. Like I said, no one will force you...”

" I know right? when I finally located a box of this stuff I sooo - left a wad of bills for it and brought the whole lot." okay not a wad more like one or two - but same diff.

And he is practiced at this sort of wrapping. Cause he and his brothers wore sports tape all the time in any case so he was able to find a balance between just tight enough to be enough pressure to stop any bleeds but light enough to not restrict blood flow at all.

Grinning. " the phones are about finished, want me to give them a real run and text my Leo from mine and maybe call from yours to make sure the signals are working? and let him know he can send my Mikey over if it's still okay with you guys and he still thinks it's necessary to help us with Kraang hunting... and it will, my brother has a weird genius affinity with all things Kraang, Utrom and dimension X related."

His grin now with a small shrug, " Oh dear sounds like a recipe for a very intense training session and my Leo would make me pay for it if I skipped out on such a thing. And I'd like to see you guys in action. Wish I were a better example of our training but I aint a slouch."

Don laughed, he would have done the same thing. When the wrapping is done, he tests it quickly then smiles.

”Perfect, thank you.”

Don nods as the subject changes to Kraang and training.

” I am sure it’s fine. I doubt my Leo is going to go against your brother’s suggestions without a really good reason. Using that for a test run sounds good.”

The next laugh regarding training was a little nervous.

“Like I said, sorry about that... it’s sort of my fault...”

Sort of completely! And Don understands the final comment. He himself probably qualifies as ‘Most Improved’ over the past couple of years. Though it really just brought him closer to the levels his brothers had reached sooner. He just finally sort of caught up.

" good I know how annoying poorly wrapped tapes can be." He grins and helps pack up Don's first aid kit too chuckling and maybe swapping some purple pets tape rolls with pink.

He put his boo boo box back in his belt and stood but didn't rush to do the phones even if he wanted to - encase the Don wanted to join him in turning them on and giving them a run, nothing better then trying out new tech and or adjustments to tech!

A grin and nod, " And my Leo would totally abide by it if your Leo did, I thought I saw that face that meant he made a quick assessment and decided he likes and respects your brother. As for attracting a harder training detail, I get that a bit myself sometimes. Hah Dad once spent an hour making me kiss our dojo mats over and over and over in a lesson on making me learn to enjoy falling. A disguise for a lesson in not trying to force a at that moment a very angry April to accept us back into her life."

”Yeah... I talked back yesterday. He laughed and shook his head.

He then reached over and picked up the phones, handing Donnie the Tphone. And powering up the Shell Cell himself to start the internal diagnostics. It passed, though seemed like it would run a little hot with the new part. It was still in spec though. He nodded approvingly, and looked at his counterpart.

”So far so good.”

Donnie snorts and nods and turns on his tphone with chuckling, " sometimes I get in my Leo's face too. I thinks it good for him, keeps him on his toes. Of course I pay for it in training sometimes - other times... I pay for it in other ways, like that coma my brother was in..." the guilt of his part he played in his brothers winter long coma he would never completely forgive himself over. 

And it was in his tone and partly why he was always so pleased when even after a few hours apart he was so pleased or excited to see his elder brother, the leader. To see him alive and whole.

And he grins setting about sending his brother a message the soft tinkle tone letting him know it went through.

watching and waiting to see if the shell cell likewise connects and gets through too.

Heh... that sounds like something Raph would say... Don does NOT get in Leo's face.  Or in anyone's really. Except maybe an enemy fighter's. It's an extremely rare thing.  

Don knows that look at the end of the statement too though. "Yeah... I count myself lucky that it was just in training." Well... Donnie shared. "I once got Master Splinter decompiled..."

He offers the Shell Cell to his counterpart. "Here, I don't know the number."

Though he's still paying attention, he's also piecing together Erica's phone.

Donnie's mouth ell open, " decompiled ?... of course that's what the other blueprints are for... glad you and your brothers got him back." He is sincere.

He's had to lose his father three times. 

And the last time had been the 'third times a charm' for the Shredder. but He doesn't go there or talks about the incident that got Leo in a coma. Grinning a bit, " oh I get in Raph's face everynow and then too, pay for that to most the time, he usually likes to break my bo over his knee and whack me with it. He still knocks Leo on his shell sometimes." Again they all felt this was important for Leo.

Kept him humble.

He types in a number and as it dials he saves the contact as Capt' Leo. 

His Leo's voice came over the speaker after a few rings.

"Yeah... took a whole lot of luck and far too many months of unhealthy obsession..." It was worth it. It absolutely was! But... if he had to do it again... he's not sure he could. And he's actually pretty sure his brothers wouldn't let him.

And Don turns from his piecing together of Erica's phone and gives Donnie a light, celebratory punch to the shoulder. Because it actually worked. And he's actually a little amazed at how similar the Kraang tech and his Utrom tech are, despite being from completely different dimensions.

Don nods agreement. He also feels it's important for Leo to get knocked on his shell once in a while. It doesn't happen often, but they've all managed on rare occasion. Raph more than Mikey or himself.

Amused by the name saved in the contacts, Don laughs softly. And when Leo's voice comes over the line he is grinning like an idiot and gives his counterpart a light, celebratory punch to the shoulder. Because YES! It WORKED!

"Hello from Third Earth." Don laughed, because using a telephone to communicate across dimensional lines was wicked awesome!

" If I could find a way to do the same into the realm where ever our energies go after death... I would trade months of unhealthy obsession for it... if father and Leo had not both forbidden it explicitly I probably would be working on it." 

If anyone could find a way to crack open the seal between the living and dead Donnie thought made it was egotistical of him to believe he would be the one to do it. But also...probably not wrong.

He doesn't mind the punches and returns the last with a whoop and laugh as there was a light chuckle from the Leo on the other end. 


~" haha I take it things are going well in working together, I am glad. I hope it is still okay to send Michelangelo over to give yous a hand."~



Donnie grins, " it is, hows things with you guys?"

~" going well I have reassembled the teams to balance them out some more ready to go into worlds of kraang infestation and good, Mikey has been bursting to go, is already in his Savage Mikey wear. My Donatello is not chattering your ear of Donatello?" there was a siiigh of fond exasperation there for both his Mikey and his Donnie.~


" oh deaaar... well we'll be ready to receive him." Donnie's tone held the face palm he gives himself at hearing that - fine fine Mikey and his costumes.

Don looked at his counterpart in concern. Actually glad for the younger turtle's sake that he had been forbidden from following that path. Despite that his own situation turned out for the best... hindsight actually says "don't."

When the other Leo addresses him, Don laughs. Donnie has definitely chattered his ear off, but that's okay. In fact, he has rather enjoyed most of it.

"No more than my Mikey does. Though I much prefer your brother's subject matter."

He is afraid to ask about the Savage Mikey wear, but he's sure he'll find out soon enough.

~More sniggering and the Leo adds in a playful warning tone "Well maybe my Mikey can keep your chatterbox busy... and probably Donnie too as he out chats everything when in the mood.// and you'd be the first we sort of get glassy eyed when Don starts chatter boxing to us..." .~

Donnie misses the concerned look but not the laughter and grins himself rolling his eyes, " and I enjoy having some one I don't have to dumb down the speech too... I'll open the portable portal so when Mikey is ready he can come through. At you going with any of the groups?" To his Leo hearing some yelling in the background - and Mikey's usual yelling laugh.

~ ' hey ya only gotta take it down ta normal English!" his Raph's crouch came over the phone with a muffled oomph from his Leo and Mikey's voice again - 

" I will be going with one troop yes - one worlds turtles we have already met and the others well I want a show of force meeting them." Leo explains making a grumpy sound when the excited voice of Mikey spilled over the phone.

" Donnie ya gotta order me pizza there man we have gotta try it out! - hey other Don !"~


Donnie rolls his eyes, " we'll see little brother..." amused by brothers on the other end of the phone.

Don turns back to Erica's phone, listening in amusement to the conversation between the brothers. It sounds so familiar, yet so different.

"It is normal English." Don put in quietly in response to the other Raph, but it seemed that there was enough going on in the background that it was probably unnoticed.

He frowns at the need of a show of force to meet another set of turtles, and he wonders about that set, but doesn't ask. Leo probably would, but he's not Leo. And just to prove that he is, in fact, still listening...

"Hey, Other Mikey!" He laughs softly and continues his work.

" chill out Mikey I am sure we will sample the local cuisine. And Leo it's a bit alarming to hear you need a show of force, are the local turtles unfriendly?" Concerned.

~ " I... don't think so but better be safer than sorry and from what I saw when I was getting down low to leave the world their Foot Clan and local thugs use guns and they are BIG... liiike one of them I swear is Slash big." The Leo on the other end sounded a mix of exasperated and amused.~

" well... that is a bit worrying, be careful." Donnie says - they could hear muffled sounds so Raph might have tackled Mikey so Leo could talk or Leo had some how incapacitated the two and had the phone back.

`" It's not english its gobbledegook - but heyo other Don sure you don't want a extra brother - he's up for ado -eeeewwww did you just liiiiick me?!" a growl and a Mikey shriek and sounds of two brothers racing away.[/color]

Donnie laughs and shakes his head, Leo's siiiigh came from the other end, " Better go save savage Mikey Leo or he wont be useful to us." Donnie suggests. Glancing at his fellow Don and using the phone tools to make sure the two current ones are all reassembled and water tight.

~" yeah I better huh? alright well I'll send Mikey in about an hour or so our time ... in mostly one piece. I'll keep my phone on me if anyone needs to call me. especially you other Don or your Leo if either of you have questions and or suggestions... be good for them Donnie."~

" will do Leo." there was another Mikey yell and the phones tone sounded signalling called dropped and Donnie laughs a bit " bet my Raph will catch my Mikey in a head lock and make him recite the Raph is all wise and powerful before Leo can separate them." he puts to his counterpart happy with both phones - especially as Leo sent back a message - a picture of two green blurs racing about the lair, one with a orange streak the other red.

Carrying the items inside, and waiting to see where Erica wants them, Leo follows her through the lair.

”Go ahead and take a break, Erica. Take some time to clean up, and refresh. It’s okay. It’s covered. Take a moment for you. When you’re done, there is plenty of time for all those things.

His tone is gentle, but firm.

Maybe go through these, see if there’s anything else you need. Where would you like them?.

Don is listening, but only half, he’s focused on the phone that’s starting to look like an actual phone instead of just pieces.

Sounds like arguing with this other Raph is going to be like arguing with a brick wall, and Don rolls his eyes, but doesn’t respond. It’s not worth it. Though it makes him appreciate his own Raph, who has learned to at least try and understand. And he doesn’t answer the question since it seems that Raph is now preoccupied.

Thank you, Leonardo. Let us know if you need anything. We might be able to spare a turtle or two...

He probably shouldn’t make that offer without, Leo, but if nothing else, he’ll volunteer.

After the call is cut, Don looks over at his counterpart’s statement, and looks at the picture. He half laughs and shakes his head.

He’s almost done with what he’s doing! He wants to finish.

”The samples from last night are in the fridge if you want to get started. I’m almost finished here.”