Rise & Fall

Origami Tsunami

(Happening around the same time as the episode)

POV - Cleo

On the floor of a darkened alley wasn't the ideal place to start their mission. But without knowing much about the surface their limited knowledge left them fewer options than to lay low and think of a plan. Camping out for nearly a day and watching as the shadows of the sky extended and slowly swallowed the streets.

Cleo sat with their sh–back...against the wall. A roll of bandages found itself placed neatly in her hand as she wrapped the piece of fabric around her sprained ankle. Tucking in the end pieces and testing her foot's range of motion by circling it a few times. His ankle connected with the floor and had the teenager biting back sudden groans that wanted so desperately to free themselves from his mouth. Forcing himself to focus on something other than the pain traveling up his leg Cleo grumbled lowly, instead glancing at his sister's far away look.

Their sister was staring longingly at the street ahead. Eyes locked on the glowing lights as they flashed through vibrant colors. The bustle of a human street rivaled the hidden city, Frida's eagerness threatening to spill over so she could touch and feel every human made thing within arms reach. She paused though, eyes traveling to her sibling leaning against the wall. Eyelids hanging low and shoulders slumped in exhaustion..

Cleo pulled her head forward with a groan. Prompting the youngests, almost reflexively, to turn her head and extend her arms in case of a tumble. "Careful! You look awful, your ankle got pretty messed up back there. Are you dizzy in any way?" Frida stated, pointing out the obvious.

"Oh really I look awful? Thanks I've been working on a new look, adds to the dangerous loner vibe, don't you think?." Blue eyes met her siblings' gaze with a scowl of displease at the sarcastic toning Cleo had given.

Frida's lips drew into a line, a sign of barley containing laughter. It was hard to take this whole situation seriously in their human forms. It was a stark contrast to their normally hairless bodies. Instead Cleo gazed at Frida's curly beach blonde hair that danced just above her shoulders...did her smile just sparkle? A slight breeze caught the edges of her pastel pink cardigan and white skirt...is that the distant sound of birds singing?. And the heeled white boots made a nice statement...WHY DID THREE FLOWERS JUST GLIDE BY PERFECTLY CIRCLING THE WIND?The invisible camera reared upwards to capture her full figure, hands resting at her hips, as the almost set sun shone behind her gloriously. (wtf just happened) The whole look screamed girly pop whipped in sprinkles and drizzled with smiles. Cleo shuddered at the idea then finally took the chance to observe his own get up.

The two aesthetics clashed that's for sure, a complete 180 from each other and quite fitting for the turtle -err, humans. *cue epic guitar solo* His hair was buzzed on the sides, the middle chopped and styled messily, his bleached blonde hair fading to red at the tips. Their lobes were double stacked with a few cuffs climbing up the side of one ear and an industrial on the other, finishing off with a daith in both ears and a single eyebrow piercing to top it off. Piercings adorned his lips settling into a nice pair of snake fangs which his tongue played with, the metal shone off the little light that bounced from the city as he smirked seemingly satisfied. His sweater was black and had torn sleeves right at the shoulders, allowing for the fishnet gloves to cover the rest of his arms. A checkered belt helped hold up the ripped form of his patchy jeans. Completing the look with a pair of darkened combat boots with white lining the rims. A selection of spikes drove up the middle of the shoes and brought it all together.

Finally unable to hold it in any longer, Frida burst into a fit of uncontrolled laughs. Falling backwards onto the cement below and ignoring the rocks and flint that were probably stabbing into her legs. Cleo looked more than bewildered at the performed actions, a small smile slipping past at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. Allowing her to take that moment of laughter before she finally sat up and caught her breath.