[Day three since Leonardo and his brothers were defeated and abducted by those strange wooden warriors. Day three since he's seen any of them, instead waking up in this strange castle with an explanation he's not entirely sure he buys. Not even from a supposed spirit. It's not the first time Leo has been whisked to another world - not even the first time he's been separated from his brothers in the process, but that doesn't mean he likes the repeat performance.]
[It's good to see that Turtle Luck doesn't fade with experience.]
[It took him one day to scrounge up some chalk made from the eggshells and flour he'd appropriated from the kitchen. It took another to recon the inside of the castle's proclaimed safe zone - less people than he'd have pictured fighting a war, but he supposes he and his brothers have taken on worse odds alone. Too bad that, unlike the other instances, he has no friends in the line of fire and thus no horse in this race.]
[All he cares about is finding his brothers.]
[On the third day, Leo waits out the evening traffic. He waits for the moon to float high into the fog before leaving his room - doesn't want to compromise it if something goes wrong - and making his way to the statue room, where he expects no company and plenty of room to work. Not that he strictly needs it, but he has no idea how this sort of portal might work in a world outside its intended use. There's nothing to say he won't invite someone in rather than getting out.]
[He still remembers the sigils to the ritual by heart. Using the chalk, Leo draws them out on the far corner of the altar room, then tosses the chalk aside and steps back, clapping dust from his hands before pressing them together.]
Here goes nothing.
[He bows his head and begins a low-throated chant that echoes through the chamber.]
feb 3; action
[It's good to see that Turtle Luck doesn't fade with experience.]
[It took him one day to scrounge up some chalk made from the eggshells and flour he'd appropriated from the kitchen. It took another to recon the inside of the castle's proclaimed safe zone - less people than he'd have pictured fighting a war, but he supposes he and his brothers have taken on worse odds alone. Too bad that, unlike the other instances, he has no friends in the line of fire and thus no horse in this race.]
[All he cares about is finding his brothers.]
[On the third day, Leo waits out the evening traffic. He waits for the moon to float high into the fog before leaving his room - doesn't want to compromise it if something goes wrong - and making his way to the statue room, where he expects no company and plenty of room to work. Not that he strictly needs it, but he has no idea how this sort of portal might work in a world outside its intended use. There's nothing to say he won't invite someone in rather than getting out.]
[He still remembers the sigils to the ritual by heart. Using the chalk, Leo draws them out on the far corner of the altar room, then tosses the chalk aside and steps back, clapping dust from his hands before pressing them together.]
Here goes nothing.
[He bows his head and begins a low-throated chant that echoes through the chamber.]