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TMNT: December Day 12Day 12: Friends Forever
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It was a brisk, windy day in the city. Cold enough for any cold-blooded mutant turtle to want to bundle up in their cozy beds and never come out. Sadly they had to get up for training. Little did they know, though, that they were going to get a few visitors.
Jane, Scarlet, Angie, Kate, and Turret were near the lair and they decided to stop by and visit everyone. When they walked into the entrance, they didn’t see anyone there.
“Where is everyone?” Angie asked.
Suddenly, they heard grunts and punches coming from the dojo and realized what was going on.
“Sounds like they’re in training” Jane said.
“I’ve got an idea” Kate said. “How about we hide and surprise them when they come out.”
“I like that idea” Turret said. “Let’s do it.”
The girls and Turret hid in different places. Turret hid on the alcove above the pit, Kate hid under the piano, Jane hid behind the TV, Angie
DotD - Buck n' Lindsay 5About a week passed before Lindsay caught sight of Buck again, and shed been enjoying herself for the most part the only surprising thing was that she had worried about him for a few days. Not only that, but her only thoughts had been about knowing more about him during those days, and how he was handling himself. But for now, she watched the sky turn darker as dust approached and entered her homeland. She tapped the dinosaur scale around her neck, looking back only once to be sure nothing followed her inside the large carved out tree.
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Been a while.
Lindsay gasped, jumping back a step when she heard that, and saw Buck hanging upside down in front of her when she turned back to her home. He had a smile like always, simply hanging around while she tried to gather herself. Then he jumped down, landing on his hands and feet as if he was ready to pounce on her, but he merely stood up and held his fists against his sides. Finally Lindsay frowned and crossed her arms
War and Wings: Chapter 10--Maccadam's
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Rated T for generic humor, romance stuff---no porn (sorry), wartime violence, blood, and Cybertronian cursing
Abandoning his alt-mode in favor of a pair of trods, Ratchet made his way slowly through an ever burgeoning crowd of 'Bots toward the famous marquis of Maccadam's Old Oil House.
This section of Iacon was always crowded, one of the main thoroughfares stretching from the High Council Pavilions to the Energon Pools, but it was the position of the brewpub that turned typical congestion into a veritable roadblock.
And for good reason.
Existing for countless stellar cycles, Maccadam's was the go-to of choice for 'Bots tired after a long day of work. Add to that 'Bots trying to drown their sorrows from a life locked in a rigid caste system, to those seeking a means of escape from a war that seemed to drag on forever, it was no wonder that Cybertronians of every shape, size, and model all but