[OOM: The stairway between the bar and the guest suites.]

[mnt_mike]

"Do I even want to know what the hell almost just happened down there? Aside from the fact that you almost got yourself a one way ticket there?"

Mike is breathless. His fight or flight response is on overdrive.

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[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

Mike was breathless?? How about April, who was still rather beyond coherant speech? She certainly couldn't answer his question yet. One hand was clutching to him, the other clamped unknowingly over the locket around her neck.

"Oh, Mikey."

[mnt_mike]

Mike pulls her into a good strong hug.

"It's okay. It'll be okay. Promise."

He doesn't mention that she might not want to sleep tonight, it'd be in poor taste to say such things at such a sensitive moment.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

April clung to him as if for dear life, her heart still pounding furiously in her chest. "I want to know what's going on," she sobbed suddenly against his neck. She was scared. So scared, but not for herself.

[mnt_mike]

"Uh. Okay. Um...that's reasonable. You want to tell me what you know?"

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"I want to sit down first," April replied, not releasing him although her voice had gained a bit more confidence of tone. "And I want to know what's going on. And I want to see your brother. Now."

[mnt_mike]

"Which one?"

He asks as he leads her up to her room.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"The one who's dating that scary thing's sister, Michaelangelo!" April replied, frustrated. Her hands were shaking a bit in spite of her attempts to still them.

[mnt_mike]

"Oh...."

The sound of dawning realization.

"oh. oh, well crap. Okay. Yeah. I'll go see if I can find him."

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," April sighed as she pushed the door to her room open and stepped inside. She squeezed him once for emphasis before she finally let him go and walked in a half-daze to her bed and sat down.

[mnt_mike]

"Hey, no problem. I'll uh...I'll be right back.

What ever you do. Don't. Fall. Asleep. Okay?"

And with that, Mike is gone. He returns a good fifteen minutes later, with his brother in tow.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph walks in, closing the door behind him. April is there looking well shaken, but not bleeding out the eyes as Mike had lead him to believe.*

Okay, where's the fire?

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

April was thoroughly torn between wanting to kiss him and smack him, but in the end she pushed herself from the bed and threw her arms about Raph's neck, pulling him close just to reassure herself that he was really there.

"What are you doing?" she choked out, leaning back and taking his head in her hands. "Huh? What is going on?" Closer, he would be able to see the fear lingering behind her eyes. She was, in a word, petrified. But not for herself. For him.

[mnt_mike]

Mike slips out of the room while the other two are otherwise occupied. He thinks he might need some visual aids to help with this particular discussion.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph sort of stands there.*

It's just a blow torch, I'll be careful.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

Oh, wonderful. Mikey hadn't told him anything. April hadn't released Raph yet, and was still trembling. Her hands were curled into the front of his shirt as if she was afraid he might get away.

"I just met Dream," she said, her voice caught somewhere between a hiss and a whisper. "What is going on?"

[mnt_raph]

Oh. That.

*Raph shrugs.*

He hates me.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"I'd call that a bit of an understatement," April said, her voice rising in panic as she shook the front of his shirt in her fists. "EXPLAIN!"

[mnt_raph]

*Raph sighs*

What's there to explain? He don't like me an' Death. That's pretty much it.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"Nonono, you're going to sit down and you're going to explain everything to me, RIGHT NOW!" She was frantic, her eyes wide. She was so scared for him.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph fights against her pull towards any sort of seat.*

Explain what? There ain't anything more to explain.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

Slowly, April's expression shifted into a pained sort of shock. Her fingers uncurled from his shirt, but she couldn't even manage enough anger to hit him like she had earlier wanted to do.

His indifference and reluctance to even acknowledge something was wrong chilled her to the bone.

"Who are you?" she whispered, taking several halting steps backward, her hand clamped again over the locket at her throat.

[mnt_raph]

*His shoulders droop, and he looks scornfully towards the door. Thanks a heap Mike. Way to give him a good heads up about this situation...what ever this was.

Truly, he couldn't be more confused if he tried.*

April, what the fuck is going on?

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"Where's Mikey?" April demanded frantically with wide eyes, as if only just noticing he was gone. She continued to back away from him until the back of her knees hit the matress, forcing her to plop down upon the blankets.

[mnt_raph]

*Okay, take that first part back. NOW he couldn't be more confused if he tried.*

How the fuck should I know?
Look, you want me to go find him?

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"I WANT YOU TO TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!" April screamed suddenly, the panicked words wrenching their way from her throat as if they had been coiled there, waiting. She sucked in an abrupt, gulping breath and then covered her face with shaking hands.

"He said he doesn't want to hurt you, but I know he does. I know he does, I know he does. I saw it, I saw it, oh God."