milliways_bar | (no subject)

I suppose it's better than "stupidly agressive."

It wouldn't be so bad if people didn't try and kill me. Or if there were others, I suppose. *raises eyebrow* You used to be green.

*smirks*
I dunno, that one kinda applies too.

*He nods*
Yup. And not just green, but a turtle to boot. Even got good workin' knowledge of the "everyone's out to kill me" thing.

*faint smile* At least you seem to take it well.

*eyes light up* You were a Turtle?! And now you're human. How did that happen?!

Eh, family.
*as if this explains it all*

Let's just say that witches and insults go together as well as me and magic, and leave it at that.

*nods understandingly* Yes, family can be...well.

*small smile* I never thought to try such a thing. It might have been useful. Pity. And how do you like being human?

*Anyone else asking this many personal questions would get a heaping helping of snark with their answers. Or maybe just a backhand. Not her. Her he likes*

Yeah, me neither. I'm sure this'd be a hoot back home, if it weren't frozen. What can you do? Bein' human it ain't so bad once you get used to it.

Funny. I always thought to be human was to be the worst sort of creature there was. I often wished to be an Animal when I was younger.

Are you used to it? *finds herself interested despite her normal anti-social-ness, in both Raph and the situation*

Yeah, well, back home humans outnumber us 3 billion to 4. Went through my "wanting to be human" phase rather quickly. Kinda have to when you realize it'll never happen. *Rolls eyes*

Not completely used to it, no. Think I lost some stuff in the transition. They say the grass is always greener, in my case that saying is pretty literal.

So what's your story?

You might want to revise the "never" in that sentence.

Oh. What sort of stuff?

*shrugs* I was born green. Oh, and fanged, but I lost those. My mother and father had issues with that fact. Somehow I ended up a rebel fighting against a dictator for Animal rights. *sips a drink* Oh, I'm a "wicked witch." At least, that's what they call me.

And I don't like water.

Yeah, the humor of that wasn't lost on me the first morning I woke up like this.

Eh, lost my center of gravity and haven't really gotten it back 100% yet. Some dexerity. Going from 2 fingers and a thumb to 4 and a thumb'll do that to you. Nothing major...'side from the shell of course.

*Raph's eyes open wide when he hears "wicked witch" and "water"*
Holy crap! You're her!?!

A sense of humour can get you through anything. Or so they tell me. I still maintain that mine was lost along with my soul and a normal skin pigmentation.

Amazing.

Possibly. Who's 'her'?

Eh, don't sell yourself short. You got yourself a good wry wit workin' for you.

The Wicked Witch of the West. I watched your movie as a kid. My brothers and I used to cheer for you on account of the green thing. Well okay, so it was just me and Mike...but that's not the point.

But, they didn't mention any animals in the movie.

I do what I can.

Ah. I am she, then. *groans* Not again with the movie. *smiles genuinely for once at the cheering on bit*

The Wizard *tries not to sneer his name* has been slowly stripping away the rights of all the Animals. The talking, thinking sort, you know.

*cringes*
No offense intended. You're much nicer about it than I was. Nearly punched the lights outta the guy who told me I was a comic book where he's from.

Really? That fucker. Course, where I'm from talkin' animals don't got any rights to begin with.

None taken. *slightly surprised that it's true* A...comic book. Well, that's different. *faint smile* I could always experiment on you, if you'd prefer.

*frowns* That's not right. And yes. He is a fucker. There are Cows being eaten, Pigs, Chickens...Animals so abused they can't remember how to speak any longer.

Yeah, you know? That's alright. I'm good.

Like sentient animals used for food? That ain't right at all. Tell me this guy got what was comin' to him.

Somehow I thought you'd say that.

Yes. Like that. And no, it isn't. *smirks* Well, he got something, alright. Not quite as much as I would have preferred to give him, but better than nothing.

What can I say? Magic don't like me much.

*interest is piqued*
Oh yeah?
Do tell. I love a good revenge story.

Magic doesn't like anyone much. Ask my flying monkeys who didn't make it.

Trap doors are rather useful when someone's trying to melt you. Afterwards, Dorothy, the child, said or did something--I've yet to determine what it is--and the Wizard suddenly fled the Emerald City and Oz.

I like to think that having to go from being a dictator to a refugee is a bit painful.

Of course, I also like to think his balloon crashed and left him stranded in the desert, where he died.

Trap door huh? So she didn't really kill you then?

You know, it always really kinda bothered me that a kids movie ends with the main character becoming a killer. But hey, who am I to throw stones, right?

Yeah, well here's hopin'.

I like to think that question can be answered by my appearance. And the fact that I'm not a melted pile of goo. *shudders*

She was...misguided. And didn't mean to kill me, I don't think. *admits* I caught on fire. She was...likely trying to help.

Indeed.

Well, we do got a whole lotta dead people 'round here. Never hurts to ask, ya' know?

Yeah, but that don't change the outcome of the movie. Least not from where we were watchin' it as kids. Course, it ain't like we were normal kids, so the mileage may vary.

Your point.

Normal's relative. What sort of kids were you, then?

Kids of an anthropomorphic turtle type.
Oh, and highly trained assasins.

That's not normal?