Let's Dig! [Ralpael]

Cloud one, cloud two, cloud three.

They were all like a little storyboard, the demon beated down and out by the heroic guardian, the princess quick to give her doting hero a kiss... and then they start eating each other and then oh god why all the clouds are one big cloud. Raphael's brow immediately furrowing from the thought of the villain, the damsel, and the hero all becoming one.

Hynng. He shuddered the thought but no sooner than the end school bell went off waking him from that pleasant daydream and mustering him upright to his feet. Sigh, could this day get anymore boring? To be honest after that first day he could hardly compare. Three fights, a number of new faces, he was almost fearful it'd be horrendously boring from here on ou--*Crunch*

T.....

Sprawled out against the barest of grounds of the earth lie Raphael splayed out like a starfish motioing his hands aimlessly as though he was making a dirt angel. He felt something small beneath him he wasn't sure what as he hardly recognized that he'd walked the school grounds aimlessly until he'd reached this.... ditch?

"Huh?!"

A bit dizzy still under the rationalization that his legs had in fact been moving at some point carrying him through the courtyard and out the back of the school like any normal day he hadn't fully come to the realization that he had fallen and could not get up. Damn life alert for not being sold to every denizen this world oh the lives it would save. It would take a moment, well not so much a moment but a particular one that dirt clots caught Raphael in the mouth slowly choking down sod between gritted teeth, his arms flailing in his turned over turtle defense clamoring out and upwards for safety.

"What the hell you think you're doing you damned fool I'm down her!"

He'd blurt out violently still not fully in control of his motor functions aside from flailing stupidly for help. Granted the hole didn't seem much taller than him but it was a bit daunting from the back view up, a towering behemoth to the sky insurmountable by mortal arms. Raphael would stammer up a bit grasping at the hulking sides of the walls falling prey to their inevitable collapse only burying him further. It would seem strength was no solution here but more so a matter of comradely and teamwork.

Ooooff

A pair of heels dragging into his gut, not the shovel thankfully as that would cause likely some serious damage, just the wind being knocked out of Raphael as he managed getting buried a few more inches beneath the dirt veiling most of his body. As for the portions not covered by dirt they managed to get dusted up enough to be invisible by all regards against the fading light and clots about him. His face considerably concealed, Raph was by all accounts a zombie.

"ROAR!", An emerging hand would seize up from the dirt attempting to clasp around the boy's ankle grappling vigorously with the intent to drag him under at the very least that's how it would seem. From Raphael's perspective he was just trying to get out of this premature burial.

Lurching hands, none too strong but strong enough with his own rasping grip are able to slowly pull him from the monstrous ground that captivated him, nearly taking from him the last bit of air he could muster. That zombie hand would relinquish with levity little by little as they rose from the earth in a pair. Raphael would emerge dusty, cluttered, and lacking his discriminating human characteristics. The clot monster that he was would belch forth a tirade of dirt accidentally into Aaron's face soon as he'd emerged gathering himself into an upright sitting position.

"Dare I ask... what's up?"

He'd sheepishly mumbled motioning weak, limp hands upright to pat down the muddled dirt from his hair slowly transforming into some rendition of humanity.

Huh? Raphael sat there a bit taken aback. The comment sounded a little creepy at first but working the rendition in his head matched with the young boy's meek appearance Raphael would eventually soften that agitated demeanor gathering his wit to make a reach at understanding the youth. It was sweet really, a metaphor for constant change if you would something Raphael believed in himself, burying the old and growing something new and beautiful in its place. Nothing wasted. A deep sigh and his features now suddenly relaxed.

"That's sweet kid." Raph would belch out gruffly still struggling past the angry commentary as he'd raise a hand to pat the boy's scalp. "Names Raph, you are?"

He wasn't quite sure where this was going, nor the boy's damage but he'd assumed as far as he could tell this was just another wayward soul too soft for this school. Something emblematic however rapped against Raphael's chest wanting to hope that there was something more. Call him a foolish optimist.