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It's almost funny how her head tilts slightly, as if stealth is a rarely entertained idea, but then she frowns. While she doesn't care how on edge people are, she does care that it would put her son in danger should people take umbrage to her presence.

"I possess no stealth modifications. Though, I am in possession of a stealth pro and I can change my colours on a whim, and I have my disguise tech." she says slowly, colours changing to match the sky. "That... shall have to suffice?"

The last part is a question and acknowledgement that Donnie knows the lay of the land situation far better than she does.

Vaguely he remembers the last time they'd gone undercover... His expression flattens.

"Well...a color-scheme that's less bright. Dark colors, matte finish- not sure if you can do the latter but... Oh, well, that works," Donnie says as he watches her tones shift beneath him.

"I still recommend keeping a darker scheme once we land. Ah... northwest by forty-five degrees. See that building that's practically covered in biogoop? The reading's coming from around the outside of it..?"

"Will do as we come into land," she agrees, adjusting her angle mid-glide without hesitation, wingbeats deep and even as she banks towards the target direction.

"And I though insect-kin tech was disgusting..." Optics narrow at the pink-coated building, a gross monument to a thwarted invasion. She takes in the shadows and colours of the building before her own colours shift yet again, into something matte and dull. A mix of dark greys, dark pinks, dull blues; anything that could match and make it that much harder for them to be seen.

"Guide me in, if you please."

Not that she isn't keeping her own eyes out for whatever the reading could be -incase it's hostile, incase she needs to abort and get them to safety (much as she'd rather fight, a fight here would only attract attention). But as far as she's seeing, it's all pink goop.

Not that she's getting too close to it.

"It was kinda gross, but fascinating in a way..." Donnie frowns, stroking his chin. "I guess in some ways, not entirely unlike Kraang tech..."

He scans the ground below, pointing. "There, by that subway entrance. ...I think the readings I'm picking up are underground- that'd explain why it's so faint." He swallows. It hadn't exactly been fun the last time he'd been underground beneath Metro Tower.

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"Oh?" She asks, clearly interested in what he has to say about the topic, even as she comes in for a landing, trotting forward as she folds her wings back.

Though she doesn't enter, not yet. She can sense his hesitation, and she can only guess what awaits down below is far worse than the surface. "We shall wait until you are ready to continue on."

Donnie hops down once they've landed. "Yeah... I think that since the Kraang are essentially alien brains, they directly interface with their tech to make use of it. ...that's how I controlled their ship."

He steps carefully towards the stairwell, rolling back his shoulders. There shouldn't be anything to worry about. The Kraang are gone. This should all be inert. At least that's what he thinks, anyway. He really isn't sure how much sentience any of these things still might possess.

Taking a deep breath, Donnie steels himself before taking a step down with a nod. They're not getting anything done standing around.

Knowing what she does of Donnie's aversion of touch, she can only imagine the pit it would have been for him. "I see."

Part of her ponders if she could have done it. Decides that no, she couldn't have. Just the sight of the biomass is enough for her. But, again... control of a ship? She could make an exception for it. For power. "Down here, you shall not interface with it unless you wish it."

She pads besides him as they enter the building and head down, keen eyes sharp and alert, ears pricked forward.

At first the biomass seems inert, but the deeper they go, the more it seems as it something's been... eating it? Small bites here and there to start with, then small chunks, all ripped out by something with sharp teeth.

Something small- yet parts of the biomass on the ceiling are gone, too. Like it was ripped down, ostensibly by something larger.

Esmeryl's wings shift as the Empress frowns in thought. "Is this new?"

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"I don't think the structures here are as complicated. The last time we were down here they were mostly a reactive defense system. No interfacing."

Donnie's not sure if they could, but he hadn't really figured out when and how all those people had become Kraangified.

Once they're deep enough, he conjures up some lighting, 'mounting' the mystic-tech at the top of his staff. The light washes over some of the nibbled on remnants. The turtle frowns, unsure what to make of that. "Gross...." He sure hopes ingesting Kraang goo doesn't mutate things too... "Maybe the rats down here got hungry..?"

He blinks, looking upwards. "...I don't know if new is the word for it. Not sure if people have started studying things down here or attempting decontamination but...it doesn't make sense to have just started there, right?"

"Even so..." It's a mother's worry in her voice. As loose as her morals are, once someone is within her small circle of 'I care about you' they solidify into 'I would not see you in danger'.

Yet for all the worry, she is not shy about the awe that flickers over her face at his skills. Oh, to be a fly on the wall as he learned his skills. All her children are destined to be talented, that she is certain of. Such perfect children for a Decepticon Empress.

"Correct. It would have started as we came in. Not this. Be on your guard-"

Footfalls and voices carry in stillness, as do other sounds.

The sound of the faintest chirring comes from several bends a head. Silverfish like but there's something about it.

It'll nag at Donnie, like he knows it, but not. It's deeper and slightly older than what he'd link to Illex.

Unbidden the thought crosses his mind: If the mimic came through, couldn't find him to sad churr at when hungry, would it eat the biomass? Or would it go after mutants?

Donnie frowns at the sound, unsure that he'd imagined it or not. He cautiously continues forward, hands tightening around his staff.

Slowly he shakes his head at the thought. "That'd be disgusting," he can't help but comment, tone flat as he wouldn't put it past Illex to at least try-

Although the thought of any mimic making an appearance here, from what he's read up on them, would be disturbing, now that he thinks about it. He lowers his goggles again, flinching involuntarily as he steps on something still squishy, but at least the Kraang growths have proven to be inactive. He imagines they'd be less allowing for being chewed on if they weren't though...

"Hmm? What would?" Esme cocks her head, both in confusion and almost a desire to confirm his thoughts are on the grossness around them.

And then his goggles are down and Esmeryl stiffens slightly. "Donnie?"

The goggles reveal a trail of dried slime, kraang blood, and faint traces of mutagen that lead them onwards.

Around the 2nd bend, the trail gets bigger, more defined, and faint impressions of claws run along side it. The chirring grows louder alongside the sound of squealing Silverfish. Trapped, maybe.

By the 3rd bend, Esmeryl's ears are pinned back, the Empress ready for a fight as the chirring is loud and the shadows on the grown show a distorted something. A chest, maybe, with a struggling shadow under it. A clumsy tentacle reaching for the ceiling, though it seems to pause at the pair's footsteps.

And then the shadow is that of a normal chest (and the struggling shadow) Nothing to see here, nope!

If Donnie rounds the bend, he will find a large chest with feet, a pinned silverfish... and a piece of ceiling nearby.

Just an ordinary treasure chest! REALLY!

He continues on with his staff held in a more at-ready position, making sure to scan every possible area before him prior to proceeding.

"Something's...here..." Donnie says, focused on trying to make sure he spies whatever it is first.

The sound tickles at his memory, but this is a lot bigger. But then he's heard what a full-grown mimic sounds like, hasn't he?

Finally they come across the very out-of-the-ordinary chest, because why would there be one in the subway systems of a yet alien-gooed city? Donnie frowns.

"Hah! You're not fooling anyone, you. All right mimic, show yourself!" he announces.

Said mimic... does not move. There is Zero Things to see here. It's just an innocent chest. Any (guilty, sad) wilting it does the longer Donnie stares at it is in his imagination. Totally, yep!

It doesn't look infected by Kraang gunk, but it has been eating said gunk. And mutants.

"A mimic?" Of all the things she'd anticipated them finding... "That can't be good."

She's ignoring the pinned, squealing silverfish. That thing is irrelevant in her mind.

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"...."

Donnie doesn't look impressed, even if he does feel a little silly. He sighs, stepping forward close enough to prod at the chest with his staff.

"Come on you, we haven't got all day. Don't tell me you're the source of the energy anomaly."

"Shall I poke it with my naginata?" Esmeryl asks when the mimic's only response is a sad, dismayed churr at the poke. It curls in on it's self more, and s l o w l y the pined silverfish is released.

Trust a Decepticon to resort to violence when given the chance. Though, in her defence, Donnie both made a demand and asked a question and neither have been answered. Yet, at least she's asking before potentially escalating things.

Strange. It...doesn't seem mad?

Donnie frowns. He only knows so much about mimics from whatever he'd researched, and trying to recall that now is like trying to remember what he'd had for lunch on the first monday of last month.

"Hang on..." he says, holding a hand out to stay Esmeryl's eagerness to use her weapon. He lowers his own, daring to step closer to the mimic, lifting a hand, if perhaps a bit hesitantly.

That's not made of magical stone anymore, Donatello... he reminds himself, but...he has a hunch and he just hopes it doesn't end up with him as mimic food.

"...Illex...?"

Esmeryl shifts, but she doesn't try and stop him from what he's about to, foolishly in her mind, do.

Yet he isn't bitten. Or maimed.

The mimic perks up at the name, much like a puppy would when told it's a good dog. In the blink of an eye it's pressed against the hand with a happy churr. For all Illex has been eating Kraang and silverfish mutants, it does remember Donnie. It's person! How could it forget??

If Esmeryl had eyebrows, they would be raised right about now. "Last I looked, it was a baby."

Tiny, cute thing just about glued to Donnie. This is so not that. Unless eating things it shouldn't turned it into a super sized baby mimic.

Donnie lets out a relieved gasp of a laugh, his hand relaxing against the chest, and he gives it a fond pat.

"You're huge...!" he marvels, glancing back at Esmeryl with a nod. "Not sure if it's some space bridge temporal thing or...feasting on questionable flesh thing." He makes a slight face at that. "But that doesn't make sense, why would the space bridge send you through... Or Esmeryl...to a world that isn't her's..?" Or is it something else that's done it?

Illex seems to go still under Donnie now. No, really, it was not reaching for the fallen piece of ceiling, nope. It totally has not being eating questionable flesh.

"It could be both?" She muses, though it's more a question to Donnie than anything. She doesn't know much about mimics, and even less about whatever the Kraang of this universe can do.

"The space bridge dragged us in to help it. Perhaps something did the same, here." Optics ficker to the pink and the Empress's mouth twists in distaste. "I... would rather it not be clean up crew."

She did enough of it back when she was a foot solider, thank you.

The turtle looks back at Illex, brow arching sharply.

"I see you. Stop that, it's unsanitary," he says firmly, shaking a finger at the mimic.

"I am ninety percent sure that the space bridge phenomenon was Prime-related. Which is kind of concerning if the same or something equally powerful is responsible for sending you both here, in which case, I'd hope we weren't expecting something worse than the Kraang to deal with."

They are not nearly ready enough to deal with anything stronger than the Kraang- they hadn't been ready to deal with the Kraang as it was.

Optics flick to where Illex is now a sad, mournful chest because its person is Disappointed! The Empress snorts with amusement but otherwise turns her mind to what Donnie's saying and finds she does not like it.

Claws dig into the ground. "Indeed. From what I heard of Tech and his team's battle against them, they were unrelenting. Here, they near took over your city. If we are to face something worse..." A twang of guilt lances her core as she eyes Donnie. Knows without a doubt he doesn't have his battleshell.

"You- I know this: You would hardly be without your battleshell unless it were damaged somehow. I am sorry if I damaged your shell earlier."

"They are. They believe in strength over everything else and wanted to take our planet over. ...someone from our future was sent back to try and change it, because things turned out for the worst where he was from."

Donnie rubs a hand over Illex again. "We can't stay here long, bud. It isn't safe."

He doesn't look back at Esmeryl, but he shakes his head. "Damaged one. Lost another. I have spares at home and I can easily use my mystic-tech to conjure one if I need it, but...I was trying to give my shell a rest."

"I see. I know the type well, yet it is good you had allies in your fight. You did well." Most would say her Decepticons are the type, and while she whole heartedly agrees with strength over everything else, there is something to be said for stealth and cunning over brute force. It's how they took over so many worlds before they revealed themselves outright.

Another twang of guilt stabs her core though, and claws dig into the ground, only retracting once it'd eased. "We should find somewhere to rest, then."

Rest and plan, at least. "... I may have a health pack on me."

She doesn't know, not yet."

Donnie nods. "I don't think anything's been compromised, but I'll run some scans once I get back." He's trying very hard not to move too much so his back won't spasm with pain, but he's sure it's mostly bruising. Hopefully.

"Save it, it's fine," he says, looking back at Illex. "I need you to either have legs or be something more portable, can you do that bud?"

Esmeryl doesn't like the sound of that. Not when 'I think' allows for an ambiguity she doesn't like, but she also isn't about to push someone she considers one of her precious people. "Very well then. I trust you."

The mimic seems to think with an uncertain churr. It's too big to sit on Donnie's shoulder, or head and it doesn't like that! But- it morphs into a small version of a golem, though the image is half ruined by the fangy grin around the middle. This is good right?

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:< Gmail thought to hide this from me.

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very!

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