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The Grand Finale
Who: Donatello (brain_behind_purple ) and Michelangelo (hot_nunchaku_fury )
What: Scope!Donnie and Mikey face off for the final time.
When: November 13th, midnight
Where: The Statue of Liberty
[11:57. The moment of truth was only three minutes away now. Although the past week hadn’t gone as planned, Donatello was more than ready to face his brother. The three days that Optimus Prime had kept him confined had been an annoyance, but not one that greatly affected him. Getting out had been difficult as well, but he managed to launch a surprise attack, get out quickly, and get back to his apartment. The place had still been a wreck from when he had abandoned it a month ago, and he hadn’t bothered to clean up either. He had bigger things on his mind.
His arm was healing well, although it added a new mark to his already heavily scarred left arm. But no matter, he had enough time to recover as well as repair his broken staff. The only complication was the continuing pain in his head, a sign that his control was beginning to slip away. It was a pain, but it was also one that he could handle. Besides as soon as the fight was over and Michelangelo was dead, the part of himself that was still himself would lose the will to fight. He knew he would, just like he lost it when Marley left him.
At the moment, he was waiting beside the statue, leaning against it with his arms crossed. He looked up at the sky, it was cloudy with huge gray clouds forming. It was going to rain, he could tell. Looked like it would be happening in a good few minutes too. It was dark and the mood felt tense and there was a sense of finality in the air. And why wouldn’t there be? Everything was ending tonight. It was the beginning of the end.
With that thought, he glanced at his D-Terminal to check the time. His eyes narrowed as he looked up at the rooftops, knowing that his brother would appear any second now. How did he know this?
Because midnight had come.]
brain_behind_purple ) and Michelangelo (hot_nunchaku_fury )What: Scope!Donnie and Mikey face off for the final time.
When: November 13th, midnight
Where: The Statue of Liberty
[11:57. The moment of truth was only three minutes away now. Although the past week hadn’t gone as planned, Donatello was more than ready to face his brother. The three days that Optimus Prime had kept him confined had been an annoyance, but not one that greatly affected him. Getting out had been difficult as well, but he managed to launch a surprise attack, get out quickly, and get back to his apartment. The place had still been a wreck from when he had abandoned it a month ago, and he hadn’t bothered to clean up either. He had bigger things on his mind.
His arm was healing well, although it added a new mark to his already heavily scarred left arm. But no matter, he had enough time to recover as well as repair his broken staff. The only complication was the continuing pain in his head, a sign that his control was beginning to slip away. It was a pain, but it was also one that he could handle. Besides as soon as the fight was over and Michelangelo was dead, the part of himself that was still himself would lose the will to fight. He knew he would, just like he lost it when Marley left him.
At the moment, he was waiting beside the statue, leaning against it with his arms crossed. He looked up at the sky, it was cloudy with huge gray clouds forming. It was going to rain, he could tell. Looked like it would be happening in a good few minutes too. It was dark and the mood felt tense and there was a sense of finality in the air. And why wouldn’t there be? Everything was ending tonight. It was the beginning of the end.
With that thought, he glanced at his D-Terminal to check the time. His eyes narrowed as he looked up at the rooftops, knowing that his brother would appear any second now. How did he know this?
Because midnight had come.]