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discedo_logs2011-10-17 09:08 pm
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Entry tags:
he ain't heavy
Who: Terry/Batman & Michelangelo
Where: Dissimulo
When: After Michelangelo's recovery
Rating: PG (STC)
Summary: Michelangelo has offered to give the Batman further training.
The Log:
[ Dissimulo wasn't far by train, even less so by flight. It was times like these that the Batman cherished having flight capabilities built into his suit... sure cut down on travel time. On his back he carried a small backpack, inside were a few contents... Alligator meat, a bit of water... And some of that Guilmon Bread that Takato made. He'd figured it'd be a good present for the elder turtle... It wasn't as fresh as it had been, a little hard now, but he hoped it would still be edible.
Did turtles even eat bread?
It was a little over an hour before Terry arrived in Dissimulo, landing next to one of the buildings in order to rest his tired arms... The wings worked better for gliding when his arms were outstretched, but that meant his muscles would get a little tired after a while. The suit had its own heating function, so the cold wasn't much of an issue for Terry. Now he just had to figure out where Michelangelo was staying... Taking out his communicator, the Batman entered the turtle's frequency. ]
Hey Michelangelo. You there?
Where: Dissimulo
When: After Michelangelo's recovery
Rating: PG (STC)
Summary: Michelangelo has offered to give the Batman further training.
The Log:
[ Dissimulo wasn't far by train, even less so by flight. It was times like these that the Batman cherished having flight capabilities built into his suit... sure cut down on travel time. On his back he carried a small backpack, inside were a few contents... Alligator meat, a bit of water... And some of that Guilmon Bread that Takato made. He'd figured it'd be a good present for the elder turtle... It wasn't as fresh as it had been, a little hard now, but he hoped it would still be edible.
Did turtles even eat bread?
It was a little over an hour before Terry arrived in Dissimulo, landing next to one of the buildings in order to rest his tired arms... The wings worked better for gliding when his arms were outstretched, but that meant his muscles would get a little tired after a while. The suit had its own heating function, so the cold wasn't much of an issue for Terry. Now he just had to figure out where Michelangelo was staying... Taking out his communicator, the Batman entered the turtle's frequency. ]
Hey Michelangelo. You there?