All that glitters...
"It's not," Leo countered, walking forward. He had been awakened by the shout, and he looked the part. "Let her go, Raph."
"Yeah," agreed the turtle still at the doorway, stifling a yawn. "She looks like she's ready to tan your hide. Besides, just because she was carrying a katana, doesn't mean she knows how to use it."
Arista smirked. Finally growing tired of having her hands pinned over her head, she leaned fowards, feeling Raph tense in front of her. She pressed her lips square on his beak, completely throwing him off guard. As soon as she felt him relax in confusion, she swept one foot away from under him and wrenched her hands away.
She panted softly, glaring at Raph as she hugged her right arm to her body. "You're an egotistical maniac," she spat, edging away from the turtles.
He almost caught her off guard. Arista didn't see the blur of motion, but she felt it well enough as Raph sped towards her, his sai in his hands. She slid off to one side, her hands grasping for one of the weapons as he nearly ran into the wall.
That woke the others up.
She stood with the sai in front, her eyes afire as she waited for Raph to turn around. Her lips had moved to some cadence that the others didn't recognize as she balanced her weight again, preparing for another attack. The turtle before her was seething, blind with rage to be outclassed by this stranger. Luckily he was dealing with her, and not him. He'd have ripped Raph in sections by now. "Stand down," she said between mutterings.
"Lady, you are out of your friggin mind," Raph said, getting ready to charge.
"You wouldn't be the first to tell me that," Arista clipped almost cheerfully, eager to show these guys that she is more than apt to take care of herself. *Just a few more seconds--*
"Weapons down!"
Arista jumped. She hadn't done that in a long time. Of course, she hadn't felt a presence such as this in a long time, either. She decided that now was not the right time to swear about a ruined spell, and looked up at Raph. He glowered above her head, back to the doorway. "She's a ninja spy, Master--"
"I said weapons down!" repeated the bark.
Ninja? Arista's face went blank for a moment, her thoughts going back to Riva's training. Her friend had mentioned something about ninjas, but what was it? She decided it was better to dwell on it later, and straighten up, lowering the sai, but not relinquishing it. She spun sharply on her heel, hiding her suprise that there were now three turtles and a fairly large rat keeping an eye on her. Normally, she wouldn't have turned her back on an enemy, but she could no longer sense Raph intending to run her through.
She knew that nothing was pointing at her any longer, but the weapons weren't completely gone. Her grey eyes steadied on the one called 'Master', and she walked towards him, her breath coming out in slight puffs. She was forced to stop a few feet before him--one turtle with two katana blocked her path. She realized then that she was still holding the handle to the sai. With a quick flip, she grasped the weapon end and handed it to the rat, waiting.
He took it from her, nodding once. He was waiting for her to speak, and he knew that she would not go without a say in this whole thing. "I have no master, Grandfather." With that, she turned, sauntering over to her beloved's still form and stood by it. "I was not sent here to destroy you, or spy on you, or anything of that nature. If I knew why we were here, I'd tell you. If you have any suggestions, I'm more than open to them."
The Master nodded again, never taking his eyes off her. "Michaelangelo, make tea," he said softly. No one would be getting much sleep tonight. "Come with us, child. We need to talk."
Arista looked up with near hopelessness in her eyes, but then she nodded, following complacently. Raph caused a stirr behind her. "But *Master*--"
"Enough, Raphael! She would mean us no harm," the Master declared, his sharp eyes glittering at his student.
Growling to show his displeasure, but not saying another word, he brushed by all of them, grabbing his trench coat and hat, and slamming the door shut.
"It's not," Leo countered, walking forward. He had been awakened by the shout, and he looked the part. "Let her go, Raph."
"Yeah," agreed the turtle still at the doorway, stifling a yawn. "She looks like she's ready to tan your hide. Besides, just because she was carrying a katana, doesn't mean she knows how to use it."
Arista smirked. Finally growing tired of having her hands pinned over her head, she leaned fowards, feeling Raph tense in front of her. She pressed her lips square on his beak, completely throwing him off guard. As soon as she felt him relax in confusion, she swept one foot away from under him and wrenched her hands away.
She panted softly, glaring at Raph as she hugged her right arm to her body. "You're an egotistical maniac," she spat, edging away from the turtles.
He almost caught her off guard. Arista didn't see the blur of motion, but she felt it well enough as Raph sped towards her, his sai in his hands. She slid off to one side, her hands grasping for one of the weapons as he nearly ran into the wall.
That woke the others up.
She stood with the sai in front, her eyes afire as she waited for Raph to turn around. Her lips had moved to some cadence that the others didn't recognize as she balanced her weight again, preparing for another attack. The turtle before her was seething, blind with rage to be outclassed by this stranger. Luckily he was dealing with her, and not him. He'd have ripped Raph in sections by now. "Stand down," she said between mutterings.
"Lady, you are out of your friggin mind," Raph said, getting ready to charge.
"You wouldn't be the first to tell me that," Arista clipped almost cheerfully, eager to show these guys that she is more than apt to take care of herself. *Just a few more seconds--*
"Weapons down!"
Arista jumped. She hadn't done that in a long time. Of course, she hadn't felt a presence such as this in a long time, either. She decided that now was not the right time to swear about a ruined spell, and looked up at Raph. He glowered above her head, back to the doorway. "She's a ninja spy, Master--"
"I said weapons down!" repeated the bark.
Ninja? Arista's face went blank for a moment, her thoughts going back to Riva's training. Her friend had mentioned something about ninjas, but what was it? She decided it was better to dwell on it later, and straighten up, lowering the sai, but not relinquishing it. She spun sharply on her heel, hiding her suprise that there were now three turtles and a fairly large rat keeping an eye on her. Normally, she wouldn't have turned her back on an enemy, but she could no longer sense Raph intending to run her through.
She knew that nothing was pointing at her any longer, but the weapons weren't completely gone. Her grey eyes steadied on the one called 'Master', and she walked towards him, her breath coming out in slight puffs. She was forced to stop a few feet before him--one turtle with two katana blocked her path. She realized then that she was still holding the handle to the sai. With a quick flip, she grasped the weapon end and handed it to the rat, waiting.
He took it from her, nodding once. He was waiting for her to speak, and he knew that she would not go without a say in this whole thing. "I have no master, Grandfather." With that, she turned, sauntering over to her beloved's still form and stood by it. "I was not sent here to destroy you, or spy on you, or anything of that nature. If I knew why we were here, I'd tell you. If you have any suggestions, I'm more than open to them."
The Master nodded again, never taking his eyes off her. "Michaelangelo, make tea," he said softly. No one would be getting much sleep tonight. "Come with us, child. We need to talk."
Arista looked up with near hopelessness in her eyes, but then she nodded, following complacently. Raph caused a stirr behind her. "But *Master*--"
"Enough, Raphael! She would mean us no harm," the Master declared, his sharp eyes glittering at his student.
Growling to show his displeasure, but not saying another word, he brushed by all of them, grabbing his trench coat and hat, and slamming the door shut.