[B]| [U]A Collab Between Liriia, Lord Wraith and QT[/U] |[/B]

Watching Wisteria exit the War Room with a smug expression plastered across his face, Cal walked out of the control room as he went down to speak with her. Overall he was actually impressed, the girl definitely had more hand to hand experience and skill than he did, he was much more relient on his suit. That said, Cal would never admit it to the younger girl's face and instead whole heartedly intended to give Wisteria a good ribbing. Pausing as he stopped beside the 'Ninja Turtle', Cal looked up at him and smirked as he nodded his head towards the flustered girl.

"She did alright eh? A little bit of trouble there in a middle but I think she might just be hero material yet."

Unlike Cal, Tintoretto did not find Wisteria's training session to have done her any justice. The young female looked as though she lacked the strength necessary to defeat the training dummies. Tintoretto didn't understand how such a [i]weakling[/i] - as he learned to call them - held the status of a hero. 

His thoughts were disrupted as Cal approached him from the side. Tintoretto turned to the human with a flustered look. He was agitated that the man thought he was close enough to him that he could join him at anytime. He then spoke against what Tintoretto had been thinking, giving Wisteria credit she surely did not deserve. "I think I speak for everyone when I say No" the amphibian started. "She merely defeated five droids, that is not enough to impress" Tintoretto said allowing a distinguishing snarl come from his nostrils. 

"Who taught you English? Simon Cowell?" Cal snarked with a small chuckle. "Or did you just get banished from your planet for bad attitude? I know you're new here and all but instead of putting the girl through the wringer, you should at least try to give her some constructive critism." Cal said as he walked outside to go after Wisteria. "I mean, I'm all up for some good jabs, but that was just downright nasty." He waved towards the blonde before realizing her back was turned as Cal jogged after her. "Hey, Owlet! Wait up!" 

Wisteria was absorbed in her work, so much so that she barely heard the call for her attention. Barely, though, wasn't fully. The scattered, somewhat spherical tech in her hand shifted as her shoulders grew slack, and she turned ever so slightly to see one of the two from the War Room jog up. Her eyebrow rose, but in an instant was replaced by a small, sweet, probably fake smile,

"Cal, right? What's up?" She asked, pivoting around in the chair to make full eye contact wit the older boy.

Tintoretto sat there for a second taking in all of Cal's comments. When the young hero spoke about his banishment, something ticked in his head. He started to feel his blood boil in anger, his veins popping like the expanding kernel that puffs when heated. 

He slammed his hands into the bench and pushed himself upward. He now stood taller than nealy all his [i]teammates[/i] and started towards the hall where Cal had ran off too. His feet stomped loudly, echoing throughout the empty War Room. It seemed as though the sound richocheted like neutrons. His stomps were like bullets, rapid and booming. "Think yourself better than me!" he thought to himself as his eyes targeted Cal. He felt like ripping off some heads. 

Looking down at Wisteria's hand and the tech held within it, Cal smiled as he looked up at her face before speaking.

"Hey, just wanted to say that was a good sparring session. Creative use of your draw string back there, what sort of weapons are you skilled with? Some sort of braided weapon I'd imagine based on what you did in there." Looking back to the tech, Cal's mind quickly began to piece together several possibilities for what she may have been building. "If that's supposed to be a sonic grenade, might I suggest adding a second wire to this conduit. You'd be able to increase the range of effect." Feeling the air move behind him, Cal looked over his shoulder at the obviously miffed alien who was storming towards him like a bull. "What's eatin' you Ninja Turtle?" 

Finally catching up to the joker, the amphibian towered over the human. His eyes irritated from the massive amounts of rage he was holding in, but they remained open and sturdy. For a couple of ackward seconds, the giant said nothing, jus stood there in complete silence as he breathed rather quickly. 

But once he was able to process what Cal had said, he instinctively acted. He took the smaller male by the arm and pushed him towards the left wall, having his back crash against it. With his left hand gripped on the human's limb, his right hand followed as it started for his face with a closed grip. But right before it came in contact with it, it tilted an inch to the side and crashed against the same wall. His exhaling breath now came in full contact with Cal's face. "What......" he took a breath before continuing. "What did you call me??!!" 

"WHAT IS A NINJA TURTLE??!!!!" He cried in a full blasting growl. His entire mission to crush the boy's face in had desipated. The thoughts of banishment had vanished as well as Cal's mockery did not please Tintoretto. He even forgot Wisteria was in his presence. 

At Cal's compliments she smirked, only slightly, and nodded as she listened to his insight on her match. Before she could answer any of his questions on what weapon she used, though, he turned his attention down to her hand. The smirk faded, however, when he began pointing out a few ways to make her work in progress more effective. Wisty wasn't a fan of being helped unless she thought she needed it, so that obviously wasn't a good way to make friends with her. The sudden entrance of the turtle interrupted her anger, and when he suddenly grabbed a hold of Cal she rose instantly, taking on a semi-offensive stance.

It faded away when the alien cried out in anguish about having no knowledge of what a Ninja Turtle was. Laughter bubbled in her chest but she withheld it, instead untying the string which was still tightened around her hand. Wisty spun it around in a small circle a few times before throwing the end forward, whacking the alien's outstretched arm,

"Mr. Tintoretto, it's not very nice to bash around your teammates." She smiled another fake smile, "please let him go?" The request sounded a little forced, very fake, and there was a hint of amusmnt hanging near the end. She obviously could care less about Cal at the moment.

As the string came in contact with Tintoretto's inner bicep, the amphibian seemed to have jumped back a little. The string seemed to have left a rather stinging sensation in his arm, causing his hand to stagger without control until he took hold of it. 

With that done, the unfortunate effect was that Cal stood free once again. His eyes had now turned to the female - Wisteria. Her get-up was as ridiculous as her fighting style. As Tintoretto shook off the stinger's pinch, both his hands resumed to tighten. "Teammate? This.......this.......This [i]Ninja Turtle[/i] is not my teammate! A teammate is a fellow member of a team, but I don't see a team here! This world is a prison! Stuck here underground like a Rugdrou" he called out, using a species from his planet as a metaphor. 

"I have rather died then be down here stuck with a bunch of weakling hero-wanabies!" Tintoretto finished as he walked passed them, bumping into them on purpose as he stormed off. 

Cal couldn't hold himself back from laughing even while pinned against the wall by the much bigger creature. As it became flustered and asked exactly what the human had called it. As Tintoretto released Cal, the young man dusted himself off before answering. 

"It's what you look like half-shell. Now no need to be so angry, what the shell's the matter with you? Hungry, want a slice of pizza?" Cal snickered clearly not intimated by the creature. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow as Tintoretto referred to Cal as a Ninja Turtle before breaking into gut wrenching laughter. "Ooh! Can I be Mikey! We both know you're Raph! Hey Owlet, want to join in, you can be Venus de Milo!" Cal said as he wiped a tear of mirth away from his eye. Scowling at the humorless alien as it rudely shoved it's way through, Cal turned to Wisteria. "If he wants to leave so badly, I'm sure I could design a rocket to strap to his back that'll get him off world. At the very least perhaps we should lock him up with the wolfman for now. See which one comes out alive, my money's on the wolf." Cal said as his face returned to a smirk. 

Wisteria sneered as the amphibian pushed passed her, but before she could yell out a retort Cal was already on the move. His insults ranged from mainstream to just plain nerdy in a matter of seconds, and with each word she felt her anger growing. Finally sick of the smart aleck before her she approached, quick and silent, and grabbed him by the hem of his shirt. Once they were perfectly eye level she smirked,

"Shut up. It's not very nice to insult your teammates." Her weight shifted, allowing the taller man to hook and flip over her shoulder, landing just a few feet behind her. Then she was moving again, silent as ever, gathering up the unfinished bomb and her duffle bag. With a final sneer at the loud mouth, Wisty began to drift back down the hall, on the prowl for a silent, lonely place to continue her work.

Allowing himself to flop to the floor, Cal looked up as he watched Wisteria walk away. He was wrong about her being only kind of cute before. She was definitely cute, and more so when she was pissed. Picking himself up off the floor, Cal decided it would be best to go a different direction from everyone else as he headed up to the lunchroom to find something to snack on.