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[basic_powers]

"Grrf...nnnf...darnit!"

...You know how some things seem like a really good idea in theory? Like reading a book on escaping from ropes.

Except when the decision to try it without any supervision or aid comes in. Tyler had tied his feet first to the sturdy branch of the treefort, good sturdy rope too. Then came tying up his knees and arms with a bunch of knots, and tying them up tight before trying to wriggle out of them..

"Come on..come o- oh nonono- AWP!"

...until he fell off the branch, feet still attached.

Ah... a little help here?

(Y'all are awesome but thanks to weather I've got to break for a bit, mun'll be back in an hour.

seriously. snow. sick of it.) back!

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[mnr_splinter]

In an attempt to lessen the pangs due to Empty Nest Syndrome, Splinter has begun regimenting his daily activities. His plan for the day is to spend the afternoon seeking out inspiration for a series of haiku. He can think of no better inspiration than a brisk walk by the Lake.

A stiff winter's breeze
Snaps teeth sharply at all things
Spring tarries behind

He shakes his head, displeased with his attempt.

The sun shines warm gold,
But the air pays no heed.

No, he stops himself short, that won't do either. Then something up ahead catches his eye.

"By his feet he swings
A young man caught in a snare
How did he get here?"

That'll do for now.

[basic_powers]

Oh, there's a witness. Tyler manages to swing himself around but...it rather turns into him spinning slowly on the branch from which he swings by his feet.

And the vision of the upside-down rat in a kimono walking on the grass towards him passes by several times before he can come up with a response.

"Boy caught by own work,
tried to learn rope escape art,
On his own, help please?"

[mnr_splinter]

It is a testament to both his training in Ninjitsu, and his parenting of four children, that he does not laugh. He doesn't even crack a smile.

"Hmmm. Interesting. Does the boy know how to tuck and roll?" he asks while reaching a hand up one of the sleeves of his kimono to fetch one of the throwing knives stored there.

[basic_powers]

"...yes." Tyler replies, trying to stop spinning long enough to see what he's doing, or planning to do. Tuck and roll was one of the first lessons, and it's been handy.

"...what're you doing?"

[mnr_splinter]

"Cutting you down."

Tyler didn't expect the old rat to climb up to the tree house, did he? Or maybe attempt to break his fall with his own body? He is mighty, sure. But he's not invulnerable!

"On three..."

[makesthings]

Sam's taking a break from his current projects and hears the yelling and carefully goes to look,

"Oh, do you need some help?"

[basic_powers]

"....mmnnhf frggle..."

Tyler swings a couple more times before twisting to look down/up at Sameth, looking plainly embarassed.

"...yes."

[makesthings]

Tyler's kind of high up and Sam's tall, but he thinks he'll need a sword or a knife for this,

"Let me get something to cut you down. I'll be right back."

[basic_powers]

"Grnnff..rrg...sure..I'll be RIGHT HERE.."

[makesthings]

Sam returns soon with a sword and looks over Tyler,

"I'm going to hold you steady while I cut you down."

[pullsneedles]

Lucas is definitely glad he's not in his stuffy Mardi Gras costume anymore. It would've made going outside a bit more uncomfortable. He still has the sunglasses, though. They're just too cool to get rid of.

Good thing he decided to come outside. He was on his way to the treefort but spotted someone hanging from the tree first. He quickened his pace and pulled his sunglasses up on his head.

"Tyler? What happened?" he asks before he starts making his way up to help.

[basic_powers]

"I was trying to learn how to escape from knots on my own...and uh. I kinda fell." And did the knots a little too well for anyone's liking.

[pullsneedles]

"That probably wasn't a smart thing to do," he comments.

He makes his way up to the branch where the rope is and starts to carefully pull Tyler up. Good thing he's got some muscle.

"You shoulda at least started on the ground instead of up inna tree."

[basic_powers]

"Wasn't expecting to fall off of the branch." Tyler replies as Lucas gets him back on over the branch. "Could you get the ropes tying my hands, please?"

That...might take a little longer, considering he did some VERY good knots.

[pullsneedles]

"Yeah, I'll try," Lucas says, carefully repositioning himself on the branch and working at the knots on Tyler's hands.

His sunglasses occasionally slide down over his eyes and he eventually holds onto them in his mouth.

"Could've broken your neck, for goodness sake," he mutters around the sunglasses as he works at the tough knots.

Progress is being made, though. The ropes are starting to get looser.

[uquars_gadget]

There's a teenage girl staring up at him from the side of the tree; a little startled, but mostly utterly --condescendingly-- disbelieving.

"What, exactly, are you doing?"

[basic_powers]

"I was trying to practice how to escape from being tied up with ropes." Tyler manages to reply, wriggling to get free and only setting himself up to swing like a pendalum in the process.

"Then I kinda fell out."

[uquars_gadget]

Helen doesn't say anything but sighs and closes her eyes tightly for a moment, clearly suppressing the worst of any comments she might have made.

"Should I cut you down, then, or have you got an escape plan?"

It's possible. She kind of doubts it, but it's possible.

[basic_powers]

"...help me get my hands free?"

Because ahaha, seriously, getting cut down out of the tree means dropping and today he isn't wearing his helmet.

[uquars_gadget]

Helen thinks he'd deserve it, but he's probably got the better plan for his continued health, survival, so on. Helen also thinks that people who get eaten by dinosaurs usually deserve it.

She gives him a look that's not entirely condescending, you-may-be-an-idiot-but-so-far-you're-not-an-irritating-one, and says "Okay."

She carefully rolls up her right sleeve with her gloved left hand and concentrates. Her right arm starts to turn into metal, though it waits until where her hand was to narrow into a small, sharp blade. She glances back to him, to figure out where she should cut. And to discern his reaction, though she's a little more confident about it these days.

"How far apart can you pull them?"

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Wellard is really, really trying not to be amused. For one, he knows how he would have felt at Tyler's age, being caught in that situation. And, of course- this sort of thing happening isn't exactly safe.

However-

He muffles a cough, and heads over to the tree from the path.

"Are you alright?"

[basic_powers]

"...kinda?"

There's some more wriggling and grunting trying to get at least one of his hands free to undo the knots...but that just makes him swing and spin back and forth.

"...or not okay."

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"You may want to stop moving, at least for the moment." Wellard starts climbing the ladder up to the tree fort. "While it may loosen the knots, its possible it may tighten them as well."

Thankfully, in spite of everything that happened to Wellard on board the Renown, he has an excellent head for heights. A few moments later, he is on the tree branch, eying the knot of rope as well as the hanging Tyler.

"Well, then."

[basic_powers]

"...I think the knots around my ankles are tightening anyways..." Tyler replies, though he does start to hold still.

And Wellard may not have seen so many well-done knots before, or at least none as odd as these. Give a 10 year old enough rope and creativity and he'll do some odd things.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

And this is the reason 'amateurs' are dangerous. Wellard eyes the knots, a growing look of disbelief on his face, then looks down at Tyler.

"I don't think I can get through these before all the blood rushes to your head. I'll see if I can get you back up here, first?"