133rd Box [Locked to Donatello 80%]

[playwitchu]

Donatello, I wish to speak to you.

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[Locked]

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

... What about?

[Locked] And so begins the awkward not-friends convo.

[playwitchu]

A business deal. I am willing to pay whatever price you want.

[Locked] Oh this will definitely be up there on the most awkward conversations Don has had.

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

[Don sounds hesitant.]

What do you want me to do?

[Locked] LOL Poor Donny, he is the awkward turtle.

[playwitchu]

*She switches her feed to video, not caring that he can see her scarred up face and hands.*

I need a forge. You are the only one in this city that is smart enough to build it.

*And also he is almost a little brother to her buuut, she won't mentioned that.*

[Locked] :| I wonder who's fault that is this time.

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

[Don looks shocked at her face. Talk about a reverse make-over. But he doesn't comment on it.]

A forge? Why?

[Locked] *Looks innocent!*

[playwitchu]

*She sees the shocked look and goes to let out a sigh.*

When we were attacked by the invaders. They were the ones who did it.

*Back to business now.*

I can make blades. Better blades then what Leo has. Also, a blade for myself since I no longer have my chip out.

[Locked] :|||| You're not.

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

Oh uh. I thought you looked a bit different.

[Smooth, Don. Anyways, the reasoning makes his brows furrow in thought.]

So you'll service Leo and others as they need it?

[Locked] *Puts on a halo.* Better?

[playwitchu]

Of course.

*She keeps on making sure that her tone is deadpan and serious. No need to let him know that she fully remembers him.*

Yes, I will. My blades are not matched by anyone.

*Ask about the demon whose hand she sliced clear off with them back in her world.*

[Locked] Maaaaaaaybe a little.

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

[Don doesn't know to ask, nor does he know that she remembers him.]

All right. But it will take time, and the weather will have to improve first.

[If death was permanent here, he wouldn't take the risk of her making a weapon for someone she didn't know was extremely dangerous. But it's not, and there's too many other ways someone would be able to get a weapon regardless.]

[Locked] *Adds in puppy-eyes?*

[playwitchu]

And what price do you desire for this job?

*She isn't as naive as she once was. So in that way, Don doesn't have to worry.... Much.*

Take as long as you need.

[Locked] asdfasfd!

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

I don't know yet. I need to discuss it with the others first.

[Good. Not that Don knows that.]

... Where do you want this?

[Locked] *Then adds in wibble lips to prove her innocence.*

[playwitchu]

I would have expected you to do no less but....

*And here so goes to blush just a little.*

Can you not let Leo about the swords? I wish to make them a surprise for him.

*Okay, back to business.*

My warehouse. I trust that you know where it is.

[Locked]

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

[Don doesn't like the idea of it being that far away from everyone. If that thing inside her gets free again, it could amass weapons. Theoretically.

A communal forge would be one thing, but a private forge is another. Both are too dangerous.

The question had surprised him, but now he's regained himself. He takes a while to reply, thinking it through. And comes to one conclusion: no. There's no way he can take that chance. Not with what Sai did to Raphael. Or what he could do to others.]

I won't tell him.







... ... ... Xi. I'm afraid I can't make you a forge. Not one that can be accessible to that thing inside you. There's too much at stake in case he gets loose again.

[Locked]

[playwitchu]

*Xi awaits his answer but then frowns as he finally replies. So even with him, she can't escape the monster. She goes to let out a slow sigh and nods her head.*

I understand, you do what you must. I apologize for disturbing you.