Fandom The Strangest Trio

[IndoWriter]

The water was suffocating.

It flooded his nose and mouth when he breathed, but the shock of everything didn't help him close them whatsoever. Michaelangelo spastically shoved his limbs downwards and up in a paddling circle, but the random current quickly propelled him face-first into the seafloor. Now he was inhaling both water and dirt; a bad mix that didn't suit an oxygen breathing individual like him. His green arms surged through the water with enough strength to pull his muscle fibers too much, yet it helped to get him upright in the water again. One more giant, unanimous kick of his legs and he found his head bursting through the surface of the ocean, already inhaling a raspy breath of oxygen through his soaking wet mouth. He clawed salty seawater from his eyes as he sputtered in place, allowing him to prepare himself for another wave crashing down on his amphibian head. He looked around frantically after that, for something he could haul himself onto to get his shell out of the water. Water, which surrounded him on all sides and only disappeared via looking up.

When did he end up in the ocean?! The last memory he had was gorging on the last pizza slice while evading the hungry wrath of Raph. Granted he should have asked if he'd wanted the last slice before he just randomly ate it, but it wasn't like his older brother ever did that before anyway. And that was besides the point; how did Mikey go from eating Pizza to being in the ocean? Were there sharks in the water?

The memory of Jaws, that old movie about the giant killer fish, made him shiver in his shell. The turtle searched all around himself and immediately saw the familiar outline of a beach in the distance, crowned with a green point and otherwise colored a dull yellow. Wincing at the thought of a fin chasing after him, Mikey sucked in a gut-full of air before funneling his way through the water in a straight bee-line for the beach. The task took all of twenty minutes to complete and pretty much tired him out by the time they reached shore. The sounds of gasping, water surging and occasional grunts all mixed in as one loud noise that didn't allow any thought other than surviving to arise. A pang of relief hit his heart when his feet finally scraped to a halt on a sandy floor, and soon he was able to get himself completely out of the water. Even when coughing up inhaled seawater, he could still hear the sounds of crashing waves on the sand.

The Turtle sighed in relief.

 

[Amazonkass]

It was cold all around her, as the dark haired woman floated weightlessly. For a moment, before opening her eyes, Rogue almost felt like she was laying in a feather bed. But that sensation was quickly dashed as the cold shocked her eyes open. She immediately regretted her choice, as the stinging saltwater invaded her eyes, and with a sharp inhale, her nose and mouth. Rogue began to kick her legs, her lungs feeling like the would burst.

She broke the surface coughing and sputtering, doing anything just to get a lung full of air. Her arms frantically waded in front of her, as nothing but ocean filled her vision. "Wha' in da hell?" she mumbled between coughs. The momentary urge to panic overcame her, but Rogue brushed it aside. There was no way she could be in the middle of the ocean. She'd been sleeping in her bed, in The Institute, at least that was the last thing she remembered. Slowly, and with a prayer under her breath, Rogue waded in a circle and felt her heart jolt at the sight of land. She could see some sort of movement on the shore, but she didn't care. There was at least a bit of hope. Slowly, her gloved hands, heavy from the sea water, began to propel her forward. She was so far away, she didn't think she was going to be able to make it.

As the beach became clearer, Rogue's pale arms ached in protest. This was a live or die situation, she reminded herself, you've been in worse spots than this. Maybe it was something Professor X was doing to test her. Hell, she could be in Cerebro right now. She pushed the thoughts away and kept swimming.

By the time she reached the shore, Rogue's dark hair, streaked with white, was matted to her face. She was out of breath and every muscle in her body was screaming in pain. She collapsed, face first onto the sand, the water still lapping at her feet. It took a moment, a long moment, before Rogue pushed herself up to plop over on her back. Her chest was still heaving with effort as she closed her eyes, forgetting the figure she'd seen in the distance.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

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There was nothing more liberating than web swinging. Peter felt a rush of freedom as he flew through the air, the wind in his face, and the city bustling below. He had just gotten out of school, and was doing his routine afternoon patrol before he headed home. He didn't want Aunt May go worry about him. Plus, he was supposed to have a date with Mary Jane...oh God, they were actually going on a date... His heart rose as he flung himself into the air, closing his eyes in bliss as he let everything wash over him. Maybe life was finally going his way. He did a backflip right at the height of his arc, suspended in the air for a bit before he began plummeting back to the ground. He let the wind rush around him, taking that New York City air in before he shot his web out to the skyscraper to his side.

Shot his web to the skyscraper...

Shot his web to the skyscraper...

Oh God, what happened to the building?!

Just as Peter opened his eyes, he felt the wind knocked out of him as water engulfed his vision, the teenager finding himself slowly sinking in the...ocean? Sure, he'd flung himself into the Hudson a few times, but he could actually see in this. Actually, scratch that, the salt water quickly made him shut his eyes, the fabric of his mask basically waterboarding the poor guy as he thrashed violently to the surface. He took a long, panicked sigh as he looked around. Yep. It was the ocean. But alas! Land! Without a second thought, Peter began swimming towards the landmass, hoping he wasn't too far away...

Twenty minutes later, and he was finally there. Peter slowly crawled onto the shore, laying on his back like a turtle as he ripped his mask off, his brown hair a soggy mess, same as his suit. He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head over, only to see something...green? As his eyes adjusted, he saw that it was a giant...turtle? But it wasn't quadrapedal, like a turtle, it was...bidpedal? And we're those hands?! With fingers?! Peter shot up, scurrying away from the figure out of instinct, before he realized it was also soaking. Probably in the same situation he was. Peter slowly stood up, his legs aching as he slowly made his way over. He bent over this mysterious figure, shaking it's shoulder as he said, "Hey....hey! You alright? Wake up." He was so fascinated by this new sight, that he didn't even notice one more person swim ashore, someone from his very own universe...

 

[IndoWriter]

He wasn't sure how long he'd lost consciousness in the midst of his breathing, somehow still keeping himself in a kneeling position despite his internal struggles. Master Splinter often told him in times of sudden situations, that he should simply breathe and focus on keeping calm no matter what. The young turtle used this lesson to his advantage, briefly meditating so that the sudden change in his environment didn't make him panic without control. As his consciousness returned, he mused that the situation reminded him of a prank Leo had played on him before...only, he woke up in the middle of a sewer basin and not...the ocean?

Mikey looked up with startled blinks at the hand on his shoulder; tilting his head as the...person looked at him in shock, yet concern. Funny--the guy seemed...similar to Casey Jones, if it weren't for the red and blue suit he had on, as well as the brown hair on his head. The teenage mutant raised a nonexistent eyebrow at him, slowly rising to his feet apprehensively as he eyed the mask the guy held in his hand. It had a similarity to the foot clan masks...but the clan were more likely to kick Mikey while he was down--not help him out. For this reason, he chose not to go for his nunchucks.

Besides, this was the third human he had good relations with, he didn't need to mess that up now.

Mikey raised his head in a subtly anxious, yet well meaning nod. "Uh, wassup?" He offered. His eyes suddenly noticed something in the near distance, beyond the guy's shoulder. Mikey gasped in surprise. "Woah! There's somebody over there! Come on!"

Hoping that the costumed dude would be right behind him, Mikey raced past him and jogged down the beachline in a quick effort to reach the body there. When he skidded to his knees next to them, he noticed something very different about this (thankfully) still-breathing human that made his eyes go wide.

This one was a girl?!

This was a bit of a surprise, and Mikey couldn't stop himself from the sudden fit of nervousness. The only interaction with a girl that he'd had was with April--and being friends or friendly with her was easy for some reason. At first he always thought Donnie was goofy for being so smitten with April at first sight...but the youngest turtle was admittedly not very far from the same reaction. The girl on the beach was surprisingly beautiful and strange at the same time; the white stripe in her hair being a testament to this.

He cleared his throat and lightly poked her hair for a sign of life. "Uh...you still alive?"

 

[Amazonkass]

When the two would approach her, they would hear Rogue mumbling to herself. "Ain't the damn time to be doin' this...Professor X if ya can hear me, turn dis damn thing off!" She growled, her eyes closed, as if she were trying to close out her reality. "Jus' flip da damn switch, ah don' wanna play!" She scrunched her eyes tightly closed and puffed out a breath. Slowly, she opened her eyes and let a groan out. Still, she didn't move from her laying position on the sand.

She kept her eyes trained on the sky for a long moment and closed them. She was on the verge of pleading with a nonexistent Xaiver once more when she felt something touch her hair. Out of reflex, Rogue flinched and sat up, scooting back a few feet. "Don' touch me." She warned more meanly than she meant to. Her dark eyes widened as she surveyed the two in front of her. A large human like turtle and another who looked to be someone dressed as Spider-man. She'd never met him, but it was hard to miss the shots of the 'webbed menace' in the newspapers. She couldn't tell from looking at him if it was the real one or someone who had a hero complex. The turtle man was bothering her, she didn't understand how a turtle could get that big or walk and talk like a human. This would be a day of firsts, apparently.

"Ah'm sorry, dat was rude. Now, who da hell are ya an' where in da hell am I?" She asked, just as rudely, scooting back a bit more in the sand, looking as if she were ready to bolt at anytime.