voice; un: nobelbound

[semilethal]

Who: Donatello Hamato
Username: nobelbound
Warnings: TBA (probably violence/body horror)


Well, it has come to this. [A quiet clink and a clearing of the throat.]

My brother Leonardo and I are planning an excursion into Dogtown, notably those areas not yet investigated. I know some day trips have consisted of little more than a hope and a prayer, but we would prefer to be a bit more methodical. Therefore, my requests herein are simple:

One. Warnings and sentiments are not needed. Well wishes...appreciated, I suppose. Ultimately not useful but the motivations behind it will be documented appropriately.

Two. Any information is welcome. If you've already posted your findings to the network then a repeat telling isn't necessary, I've already reviewed it. Let's not waste everyone's time, yours included. Oh and unnecessarily relive trauma or something, et cetera et cetera.

Three. If you're a combatant and would like to come along, please let us know. If you are not a combatant and would like to come along...why? If you were to die my brother would become depressed. Depending on how your death played out, I may likewise be disturbed, so please don't do that.

-Leo, am I missing anything? I don't think so.

Cheers. [Another soft clink, and the feed turns off.]

Comments

[semilethal]

Interesting. Can you can achieve sustainable flight with that?

[edalyn]

Sure can. I can fly all day if I want to--not that these buzzkills want me doing that. [Okay, realistically she'd get very tired, but she technically could. Probably.]

[semilethal]

Would you be opposed to someone taking a measuring tape to your wings?

Hypothetically speaking.





Not hypothetically speaking, if the answer to my question is 'no.'

[edalyn]

I... guess not? [Or at least, she can't think of a great reason to say no. But she's not sure why the exact details matter, either.]

What are you getting at?

[semilethal]

Mechanisms of flight for averagely human-sized individuals is of extreme interest to me. I'd love to collect just basic data from you. [donnie try to make it sound less like u would like to dissect her in a high school lab maybe]

[edalyn]

You're not making it sound better. [But she says this mildly, because as much as he isn't, she still can't find too much reason to object. It's not like letting him measure her wings really has any consequences she can think of at the moment.]

You trying to make your own wings or something? [This isn't a particularly serious guess, but she's curious why he's so extremely interested either way.]