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Post by Owen Harper on Dec 4, 2010 14:10:23 GMT -5
Owen heard the bell from outside. "What the---?" he got up from his chair. "That must be the chinese someone order. And by the way . . . Do you think the Daleks want some?" he said in a bitter sarcastic tone. Owen left the crowd as he gone to the Tourist section above.
Owen got in the tourist section and realized the chinese food had arrived. He looked at it. He handed the Chinese delivery person the money and gave a very big tip. The delivery person was very happy. As the person was running away, Owen thought 'like the tip going to go far.'
So Owen out picking Chinese food.
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Post by Scarlett De Fontaine on Dec 4, 2010 20:10:38 GMT -5
"It's not a pleasant option, but right now all other options we can come up with are Hail Mary passes. And I only know that they're here. I'm fairly sure that's where they came from. The Rift has been especially active lately. Today we had a whole ship come through," Bryan said, glancing at Jenny.
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Post by The Valeyard on Dec 4, 2010 23:04:31 GMT -5
The Valeyard couldn’t see the Doctor, but the voice itself was enough to tell who it was. He had never encounter his..the Doctor’s Tenth self before. This was of course both slightly dangerous and very interesting. Plus that body had wore a rather less eye tearing coat that the one self he did meet. Right now he eyed the phone, imagining that body’s face and glared at it in his imagination. It probably wasn’t healthy for his current mental state, bit it was what kept him going.
When the Doctor finally recognized him, the Valeyard couldn’t stop himself from smirking. The first time he met the Doctor his identity had been kept a secret until the Master destroyed his plans. But seen the Doctor’s reaction to whom he really was had been worth it. Years of planning had gone down the drain(too bad he had never paid the Master back fir that) but at least the Doctor knew what he really had inside.
Now, he felt that same type of joy. “Doctor, as much as I would like to sit down and having a cup of tea while I tell you how I survive. I think here are more important matters to deal with right now. I’ve checked with the TARDIS and this are extremely dangerous Daleks, they’re superior to the ones you have met. Probably as pure as a Dalek can get.”
“I think it would be better if you joined Torchwood and maybe even dealt with your little daughter, she appears to be looking for you.” The Valeyard rolled his eyes, knowing that the other Time Lord couldn’t see him. He wasn’t even sure why the Doctor had children, hadn’t he left his granddaughter in a Dalek invaded Earth. Plus that Adric kid hadn’t met the happiest of endings. He couldn’t remember well, but hopefully his later selves were better with children that his previous ones.
(I don't care what anyone says, the Doctor will always be a rubbish parental figure to me.  jk.)
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Post by Owen Harper on Dec 5, 2010 14:07:14 GMT -5
Owen walks in with the Chinese. “Chinese,” Owen said placing the food on the table.
He heard Veleyard, “Let me get this straight. Those Daleks out there are more a threat. This changes everything,” Owen said bluntly. “Daleks. Doctor I need you tell me this. How do Daleks think of a walking dead zombie? Because I died once already! And if those Daleks are worse and it sounds like Earth is doomed. I still got a spirit to call mine for now. Lord knows I am doomed already. There is nothing and there is blackness. That scares me. So, I want to know how do they look at a zombie like me? Because if I am on the list of being extermination. Count me out for saving Earth. Because I am planning to walk out of this place and go live the life I missed. I am playing the coward now. I admit it. I died once and should get a shirt that said Owen did it. Not wanting to do it again. So, I am going to enjoy the last hour of this last life of mine…Because I know there is nothing in the blackness.” He placed his hands on his hips and stare at the Doctor. Owen was scared. He decide to think for himself and want out. "Because now I know what life is about...Living to get the best out of it. Because when your dead your dead. There is nothing."
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Dec 5, 2010 15:57:17 GMT -5
"All right, but I could use a little more information. What was it that you said the Daleks wanted?" The Doctor asked this,, concern in his voice, and a tint of impatience.
Hearing the Valeyard's response, he would have to ask the questions at a later time. However, one thing did catch his attention. His daughter. "Wait...what....you said my daughter......"
Frowning, the only daughter that he had was -- was dead. She had died in a war, having been cloned from him. And yet, that voice from earlier. "Jenny's alive??"
Confused, he momentarily forgot that the Daleks were about to invade Earth. When he finally remembered the Daleks, he frowned. "What do you mean....these Daleks are more dangerous than I ever encountered before? Pure Daleks? But how?"
He wouldn't just be a servant of Torchwood, following their orders without question. There were too many questions left unanswered.
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Post by Owen Harper on Dec 5, 2010 16:52:55 GMT -5
ooc
Idea how the Daleks showed up. Torchwood had picked up an alien artefact that was summon by Dalek. And when someone mention Dalek it open a rift and they came. but they don't know that because the artefact was not made by Daleks but by some one else..?
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Dec 6, 2010 18:03:52 GMT -5
(OOC: Very interesting idea)
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Post by Owen Harper on Dec 7, 2010 18:00:54 GMT -5
"They want Ianto secret coffee recipe," Owen said sarcastically. "You do know we have no clue what they want. Did we get a call from them say "Hallo this is the Daleks we demand Ianto's coffee." Owen was standing near the rolling door. "Mabe the Daleks want you lot. They want you time lords, eh?"
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Dec 7, 2010 18:06:34 GMT -5
Bryan frowned. "Daleks have no mouths, and they'd more likely be scalded by coffee. Besides, the last thing we would need was a Dalek on caffeine." The idea did entertain him a little, seeing a hyped-up confused Dalek flying around like a maniac. But it also didn't seem like a very helpful situation either. "All a Dalek wants is destruction of all that isn't Dalek." He walked over to get some of the food. Might as well feed himself, no matter if these were his last days or not. Owen's pessimism is starting to get to me now, he thought to himself bitterly.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Dec 7, 2010 18:10:25 GMT -5
Ten frowned at Owen's response.
"Well, they don't need to come to Earth just to find me -- no, it has to be something else.....unless, of course they found out about one of these other Time Lords -- but I didn't even know that any of them had survived....well, besides the Master....but still. Have the Daleks tried to make contact with Earth at all? If so, what was the message? The TARDIS will translate their language for me.....although they do tend to speak in English when addressing the Earth...."
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Dec 7, 2010 18:28:52 GMT -5
"Not that we know of," Bryan said, getting his food and sitting down with it. "All I know is what the General showed me. A faint outline of a Dalek ship in the sky." He started eating.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Dec 7, 2010 19:24:29 GMT -5
"And what about the rift....notice anything unusual about it lately? And are you sure that whatever happened had nothing to do with Torchwood?" Ten asked in the phone.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Dec 7, 2010 19:45:43 GMT -5
"Hey, how come everything has to be our fault?" Bryan asked. "And for your information, we've been having quite a lot of rift activity lately. It's part of the reason I was recruited. Need more people to clean up rift messes, after all."
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Post by The Valeyard on Dec 7, 2010 20:37:25 GMT -5
The Valeyard wasn’t sure if he should say much, those aliens were from that version of the Doctor’s future. That he knew about them would affect the time lines. Leave it to the Daleks to cause more trouble than they were worth. He looked at the Torchwood employee, he hadn’t notice but there was something definitely wrong with him. Not even jack gave him the shivers the human was giving him now. At least jack was alive, wrong but alive. But this human, he wasn’t sure what he even was.
The Valeyard turned away from him, the more he looked at the man the more uncomfortable he became. He could understand the man’s fear, but he would have guessed that Jack would have chosen braver people to join the Torchwood he had created for his dear Doctor. But Jack wasn’t even here right now and he didn’t even had to worry about dying. He directed his words to the Torchwood employee before answering the Doctor. “I doubt they’ll even notice something’s wrong with you, this ones have an even larger superiority complex. It’s kill first and don’t bother to ask questions.”
He was listening to the Doctor talk with another person, probably another member of Torchwood. “Actually I find myself agreeing with the Doctor, Torchwood is well known for getting their noses into things they can’t understand.” he turned his attention to the Doctor, or more important the phone from which his voice was coming up. “I don’t think is wise for me to tell you everything, is far to early. But this Daleks are made out of pure Dalek DNA, saved away as a last minute resort to keep the Daleks alive.”
“Yes, apparently she is. You can come and join us in a happy family reunion party while we watch the Earth burn. I‘m sorry Doctor but this isn‘t the time for chitchat, I rather think is time to find important bits of information.” |
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Post by Owen Harper on Dec 7, 2010 21:08:35 GMT -5
Owen stood there and heard the words pure DNA. That sounded bad. Not bad, very bad. It did not make sense but deep down Owen knew it was bad.
Owen’s mind thought of Star Trek, he had been reading Star Trek novels. He liked Star Trek. It was a good series with many years.
“Is it possible to get a sample of that DNA or is possible to add a DNA to their DNA something compassion…” he smiled as he thought of something. “I wished we had Jesus…Jesus’s blood,” Owen said. “Sorry it was shot of an idea. I can’t think of anybody who be a good candidate…John Lennon would be good. Mother Teresea would be another. “ He sighed. “Just an idea okay? You know a shot of compassion and love in their DNA.”
(I hope I had not offended anyone here)
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jk.)
