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Post by asimus on Jun 18, 2007 20:21:48 GMT
The doctor heard Martha scream in the distance, snapping him out of his almost trance like state. He opened his mouth agape for a moment. How on earth had she gotten into trouble already. And screaming as well, how very, wimpy of her… and that was very rude. He really needed someone to pull him up on that. But he remained froze in space.
“Doctor?” Jack was looking at him puzzled and somewhat concerned.
He didn’t know what to do. Obviously Martha was in some kind of trouble, or afraid or something. But he had also just caught whiff of another Time Lord and he couldn’t just turn his nose up at that.
Of course he could. Martha was his responsibility, and he had gone a good long while without any Time Lords around. If they were stuck here like he was then they could wait. Though saying that, it was almost a Time Lordy thing to bring them here like this… Nah, they wouldn’t interfere… not unless they were evil type Time Lords, and he had met a few…
He cut himself off, realising his own personal monologue had taken to rambling as well.
He dashed off into the forest in the direction of the screaming.
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Post by purplerhino on Jun 18, 2007 20:27:36 GMT
Oona walked a path of silvery light. Around her was darkness and more pathways. They formed a tree of sorts, with branches splitting off, becoming smaller, others tangling, the trunk moving up or down through the planes of existence. Around her others walked. Fellow travelers. They sometimes nodded at her, or waved if they had come across her before. There were perhaps a thousand people throughout all realities that could walk the Moonlight paths between the planes of the multiverse. Through time and realities. She walked them to bring Balance to places where the scales of Chaos and Law were tipped to far. Where battles were fought for control of the multiverse itself.
And sometimes she walked these paths to trade dreams and nightmares at those gathering places where such things could be bartered and sold.
Something tingled, and the silver path beneath her feet flickered, became unstable. Her mouth opened in shock. The Silver paths were one of the foundations of all things. They could not be tampered with. Nothing should make them fade.
It took a moment to realize it was not the path, but herself that was fading, being pulled from the Silver Road.
Oona fell four feet to the ground. The quick reflexes of her father’s people allowed her to land on her feet, mostly. She did stumble to the side, then land on her hip. Better than on her head, or to break a bone.
Oona’s ruby eyes blinked against the sudden light after the darkness of the paths. Standing once more he unslung her bow from across her back and notched an arrow. Her white hair, in hundreds of tiny plaits to the small of her back was woven with golden beads the clicked as she swung her head, taking in her surroundings and any threat.
She was vulnerable and exposed in a burgundy silk sari, which would draw as much attention as much as her albinism. She had not been planning to seek danger, but a familiar market. It was only long training that assured she took her bow and sword with her at all times.
Right now, the biggest threat seemed to be how she had come here, and the sun overhead. She muttered a small spell to protect her white skin from burning. One threat taken care of.
Now to find where she was, and how she had been brought here.
She heard a faint trace of what might be voices to her left. Some distance yet away. As this was her best chance of gaining answers, she started to stride purposely in that direction, her bow and notched arrow relaxed, but now relaxed.
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Post by desertrose9 on Jun 18, 2007 20:30:53 GMT
Rose's ears pricked up as she heard a scream and she ran in the direction she thought it was coming from. She knew for sure the Doctor would find her now. He would come straight to the source of trouble. She ran and ran, her long blonde hair getting in her face.
I really should get this cut some time. she thought.
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Post by billierose on Jun 18, 2007 20:31:11 GMT
"Who's there?" There was a definite sense of fear in her voice, but with good reason. Taking a few steps back from where she had just mysteriously ran into nothingness, she grabbed a fallen branch and held it in front of her.
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Post by desertrose9 on Jun 18, 2007 20:36:30 GMT
Rose ran to the area she was sure she heard the scream coming from. She was confronted by a woman, slightly older than herself she was guessing, wielding a branch. She swallowed and slowly walked forward.
"Urm, are you alright?"
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Post by whodovoodoo on Jun 18, 2007 20:37:11 GMT
"Wooah there!" Peter said quickly before he got himself a face full of sticks. "Hey hey...I'm not going to hurt you. Look i know it's tough to see. I promise, look, I'm holding out my hand. Just my hand. Are you lost? My name's Peter...Peter Petrelli. I'm from New York."
She seemed to still be backing away, a look of irony in her face. But she was backing into a pathc of light.
Peter smiled sadly, his heart ached. It had to be said, she looked like...
"Simone?" He asked... No it couldn't be. She died. She... He holds it in. And lowers his hand.
"Never mind. I think I mistook you for someone else. What's your name? Where did you come from."
He knows the Alien-Angel isn't far away...far enough away, he seems to be able to hear great distances these days. But he can hear it breathing.
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Post by billierose on Jun 18, 2007 20:47:07 GMT
Martha turned towards the girl who had just run into the clearing, still holding the branch in front of her. Noticing the girl's slight smile and the same lost expression in her eyes, Martha dropped the branch and smiled at both her and the man who spooked her.
"I'm Martha. From London." Martha realized how tight she was holding her arms to her sides and quickly leaned forward to shake hands. "You seem like a nice enough girl." She said as she shook the blonde's hand.
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Post by whodovoodoo on Jun 18, 2007 20:50:10 GMT
And now a blonde! What the hell was going on in this place.
"Can one of you guys tell me where the hell we are?"
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Post by jocose on Jun 18, 2007 20:57:07 GMT
Claude turned to face the stranger, forcing a smile he leaned over, rubbing his ankle, "You could at least watch where your puttin` your bloody great feet"
Owen was about to protest when the man suddenly disappeared.
The next second he was disarmed, Claude had his left arm hooked around his neck, forcing his chin up so that all he could see was treetops and sky,his own weapon pressed into his neck.
"Right mate, lets get to the bottom of this shall we? first things first, I`d hate to shoot holes into a complete stranger....so what`s your name?" tightening his armlock, he added, " Who were you talkin` to?" He prodded Owen`s neck with the muzzle of the gun, (hopefully) giving the impression that he would be more than happy to use it, if answers were not forthcoming.
Shifting his hold slightly he glanced around, looking for somewhere he could back into, he was vulnerable from all sides like this, if this man`s friends came back...
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Post by asimus on Jun 18, 2007 20:57:17 GMT
The Doctor veered off the path taking the shortest route, running through trees as he sped on. Twigs and leaves slapped and scratched his face, drawing blood he was sure. He barely risked glancing over his shoulder in case he ran into a tree, but he could not see Jack behind him.
He hit something solid but somewhat human shaped, his vision going blurred as he lost balance, covering his face with his arms as he hit the ground, just glimpsing a streak of blond.
He rolled onto his back groaning and peering up.
“Jeepers Rose you…” he stopped, gaping at her, rubbing his eyes in case he had suffered a head injury. “ But you…?” he was speechless absolutely speechless.
“Oh God I’m sorry.” She said taking his hand and helping him up. He could see it in her face, she didn’t know who he was. She was smiling not quite catching on just yet that she had known who she was. Maybe she didn’t hear, maybe the excitement had frazzled her slightly. A lump rose into his throat, cutting off words he was about to speak. She was beautiful. More beautiful then he ever remembered.
“I heard screaming.” He said, “Are you… are you hurt?” he smiled gently at her, trying not to come off at intimidating. Trying not to show his disturbance. If she was here, and she didn’t know who he was then… well that explained the Time Lord in his head.
"Doctor?" he looked to his right, and there was Martha Jones, and Mr. Pretty Boy by the looks of it.
'This isn't good he thought. Rose can't know who I am...'
""Hi, Doctor John Smith." he smiled at Rose, then towards the man beside Martha. "Picking up strays are we?"
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Post by desertrose9 on Jun 18, 2007 21:06:31 GMT
Rose blinked, slightly bemused by the man who had ran in. He already knew her name?
"Rose...Rose Tyler," she said, confusion wrapped in her tone, "I'm fine. I just heard Martha scream, thought I would come check if she was alright. Are you okay? That was a nasty fall you had there."
Rose felt a strange twinge in her brain, almost as if she knew who this man was but couldn't exactly place where from.
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Post by whodovoodoo on Jun 18, 2007 21:06:37 GMT
He had a coat! This Doctor had a coat! Peter had never been so happy to see a guy in his life. He wondered if he could swap it for this weird weapon he's laid his hand on...he didn't really need it after all. He held it out in his hand.
"Hey...hey. Hi! Look man I'm freezing... I landed here with just my wits. Couldn't lend a guy a coat could you?"
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Post by asimus on Jun 18, 2007 21:15:47 GMT
The Doctor suddenly noticed the half nakedness of the man in front of him. What stellar abs he had. Probably best to cover them up before Rose fell for him and insisted on dragging him on board the TARDIS. He knew his other self would not approve, but like him, he was unable to refuse her anything. He couldn’t help but look back at her. Could see she was noticing things. Working things out in her mind. Always the bright one was his Rose, so much brighter than anyone with A levels or GNVQS. He sighed, she wasn’t his Rose though. Not this one. Not anymore. He had the overwhelming urge to find his other self. To tell him, to insist he holds on and never lets her go. It would break all the laws of time, he knew that. She noticed him looking and gave her a sheepish smile. The lump in is throat was back. He coughed it away and squeaked a small “yes” to the half naked handsome man. Pete for short, and handed it over.
“Be careful with it.” He snapped, eyeing Martha up. Now why couldn’t she give this Pete fellow some attention instead of looking at him all the time. “Janice Joplin gave me that. Irreplaceable…”
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Post by Owen Harper on Jun 18, 2007 21:18:24 GMT
{"Well, this is a change," Owen thought. He held very still, gritting his teeth, trying in vain to see anything other than sky. He recognized the man's accent. That was good.}
"Owen Harper. I'm a doctor. Just, ah, put the gun down and we could have a proper talk, eh?"
{The jab of the pistol barrel into his jaw was not an encouraging sign.}
"Alright. Okay. I was talking with my boss. Jack. And his friend. Another doctor. Strange bloke in a big coat. We -- none of us know what's going on, see. We're trying to piece it out. I was just coming back here for my kit and to look for the rest of the team."
{Owen was breathing in short bursts. The hold the man had him in was beginning to hurt quite a lot.}
"Listen, if you're hurt, I can help you. But for me to do that, you're going to have to let me go. I don't do my best work trussed up like a Christmas goose."
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Post by desertrose9 on Jun 18, 2007 21:22:56 GMT
Rose turned around slightly, looking behind her, hoping to see the friendly face of the Doctor. She sighed when she realised there was no sign of him. She turned back to face the crowd again. Dr.Smith was staring at her again. She was slightly uneased by it, but just gave him a bright smile.
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