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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 162

The Phoenix looked at Splinter with a hatred that filled her whole being, her body tensing on the cot, as if she were curling to strike. Then, as suddenly as it came on, it was gone, replaced by her pale brows being drawn together in confusion. She shook her head slowly, "No," she crooned. "No. That was a dream I had..." Slash cleared his voice, bringing everyone's attention to him. "We'll head out," he said slowly, his eyes filled with pity as he looked at Phoenix on the table. "But you're still hurt," Raphael said quickly, his attention not on the healer on the bed at all. "We will be fine," Rockwell said, his voice low. "It's more a hurt to our pride than anything else." The Mutanimals made their way out of The Lair, leaving an uncomfortable silence in their wake. "Mama," Aries was the first to break the quiet. "You're hurt inside of you. Can you feel it?" She looked at him, her face confused, as if she didn't understand the words he said. "You were stabbed,"

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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 159

Splinter retreated to the dojo, the picture of his four sons in his hands.  The Phoenix had this in her pocket, and from the look of it, it had been there a while.  It was wrinkled and worn, the edges of the folds were beginning to come apart.  She must have found it when she’d found him in the sewers, months ago.  Why had she kept from him when he’d stayed with her in The Burrow?  And why had she kept it after he’d left.  How long had she been carrying it?  Why was she carrying it at all? Not an hour after Arcos and Aries had left, the quiet of the Lair was disrupted with the boys beginning to argue.  He took a deep breath

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The Phoenix

Character Name:  The Phoenix Home: New York City, NY Ethnicity: White Nickname: Phoebe Hamato (Hamato Phoebe if you ask any of her family) Age: early 50s Abilities:  healer, sniper, gymnastics, psychic Weapon of Choice: slingshot Occupation: herbalist, healer, occasional yoga and gymnastic instructor at Hamato Dojo. Affiliation: TMNT Species: Kraang-human hybrid Gender: female Height: 5’ 1” Weight: hovering about 100 lbs Hair: pale strawberry blonde with platinum streaks (formerly auburn) Eye: dark green Teacher: none Notes: Presumed dead after being kidnapped more than 20 years ago, Phoebe has lived the life of

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The Magic Of Christmas

Continuity: G1 (always!)  somewhere around 1986 Rating: G Bumblebee watched the snow fall onto his shoulders.  His arms and torso were chilled, almost the same temperature as the outside air, a brisk 31.873 degrees Fahrenheit.  His legs, however, were a toasty 107.254 degrees Fahrenheit, all the way up to his waist. He heard the clunking of metal on stone as the Autobot on patrol headed down the rocky path carved into the face of Mount St. Hillary.   "Brawn," Bumblebee called as his  chrome-dome headplate, and construction yellow chassis, glinting in the moonlight, came into view. Br

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