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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Jan 20, 2011 9:23:08 GMT -5
A dark figure stole across the dark road, moving in a ring of shadows cast by the streetlights of Cardiff. It stopped, carefully looking around before disappearing into a dark alleyway. There, patiently waiting, a ragged group of scruffy dogs. The figure, a wolf, dropped a small package it had been carrying, spilling a meagre selection of bones onto the cracked concrete. The wolf sat back on its haunches, watching its pack digging into the meal. If someone had blinked, they would have missed the wolf's transformation. In its place, sitting in the same position, a young girl, fondly watching the dogs.
Her head twitched, looking up at the wire fence that blocked off the end of the alley. A creature stood there, watching her and sniffing the air. She narrowed her eyes, also trying to find the scent of the strange being in the boiler suit. It seemed to snarl at her and started to climb the fence.
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Post by The Master on Jan 20, 2011 21:59:39 GMT -5
"Well, you don't see that every day. Even around here." The speaker was a dark-skinned man of African descent, with piercing blue eyes and severely short hair. His grey suit was off the rack, but he wore it like an Armani. He leaned against the alley wall, awaiting an answer.
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Post by The Fifth Doctor on Jan 21, 2011 5:55:56 GMT -5
The General sat. On a bench, of all places, there was one more Time Lord than there should be on this planet, he knew it, somehow, there couldn't be anymore on here, there was something wrong. Definately wrong.
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Jan 21, 2011 9:13:35 GMT -5
Shaeman didn't know which way to turn. The person speaking to her, or the creature eyeing her pack. Once more, the girl changed shape, crouching to the ground before leaping, aiming for the snarling being's throat.
It was a short battle, until the creature retreated at a fast, awkward pace. Shaeman didn't follow, licking a couple of shallow wounds before she changed back to her humanoid form, turning to face her other problem, the man leaning against the wall. The mismatched dogs of her pack crowded around her ankles, watching him.
"Who are you?" She asked quietly.
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Post by The Master on Jan 21, 2011 10:07:15 GMT -5
The dark-skinned man lifted an eyebrow at the fight. Not at the shapeshifting - he'd seen that before - but at the fact that he hadn't noticed the entity at the other end of the alley. That was sloppy of him.
Still, by the time Shaeman turned to face him again, he'd reassumed his mask of composure. It wouldn't do to let others see him off guard.
"Who are you?" she asked quietly.
He smiled, straightened up, and brushed brick dust from his sleeve. "Kos Mwinyi. And you, my dear, appear to be utterly out of place. What brings a shifter to this desolate speck of mud?"
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Jan 21, 2011 11:19:42 GMT -5
One of the dogs gathered around Shaeman's feet began to growl at Kos. The girl placed a light hand on its head, making sushing noises. She discreetly sniffed the air, trying to find out who this man could be, but she had never run into him.
"I fell out of something," She said, unable to be more precise, nonchantly tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
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Post by The Master on Jan 21, 2011 22:23:11 GMT -5
"Really?" Kos wasn't just curious now. He was interested. Intensely interested. "You just fell out of something? Fascinating. Tell me more."
His voice took on an authoritarian, demanding tone. "Where did you fall from? When? Tell me!" He took a step forward, raising his hands. "I have to-!"
He stopped with a clear effort, and took a step back. "I'm... I'm sorry."
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Jan 22, 2011 10:19:07 GMT -5
Shaeman took several steps away from Kos, hunching her shoulders and lowering her head, resembling a wolf with its hackles raised. She felt threatened beneath his intense gaze. The dogs around her feet began to growl, moving into a line of defense between heir alpha and Kos.
"Why are you so interested?" She asked warily. The bracado she acted under, however, did little to conceal the fact that it was just a façade for the fear she really felt confronted by this stranger.
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Post by The Master on Jan 22, 2011 21:04:08 GMT -5
Carefully, now, Kos warned himself.
"Forgive me," he said, "It's just that, well, I'm not from around here. Originally. Since I know a little something of the Shifters and where they come from, and since I assume that you are one - you are a Shifter, are you not? - I hoped that you might be able to give me more details about how you came to be here."
He tucked his hands under his arms, looking away from Shaeman. "I just want to go home. Or, at least, to go somewhere that can help me get home. And my manners deserted me."
Slowly he looked back at her, as if embarrassed to meet her eyes. "Please, I am sorry."
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Post by Owen Harper on Jan 22, 2011 22:19:03 GMT -5
The dead man was out for a stroll with the rift finder. It had led him to the area with the talking girl and a black American man. He had missed the conversation. He looked to his left and right. He brought his right hand up to the ear piece. “Tosh I am at the location,” said Owen into the ear piece.
He looked down at the rift finder again. He pressed a few buttons. “I am getting little blips,” said Owen talking to Tosh on the ear piece. He eyed the black man. He looked down at the rift finder. He whispered Tosh, “Am I reading that right?” in his ear piece Toshiko had affirmed Owen and that girl might be the other faded blip.
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Jan 23, 2011 6:30:03 GMT -5
Shaeman stood her ground, pondering the question. She sighed, looking at the ground.
"Yes, I am a Shifter, from New Earth, but I don't know how I got here. One minute I was chasing my brother, then I found myself face down on the concrete." The girl wrapped her arms around herself, as if seeking some sort of comfort, until she snapped into an alert position. She sniffed the air. She had smelt something. Someone. A human.
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Post by The Master on Jan 23, 2011 21:03:09 GMT -5
"The New Earth in... oh, what designation do they use? Oh, yes! M87, right?" Kos smiled. "I've never heard of Shifters native to the Tau Ceti system...."
His voice trailed off. The girl was no longer paying attention to him. Rather, she seemed to be alert to potential danger. Loathe as he was to rely on the ability of others, the nonvisual senses of the Shifters were well known.
Casually, moving slowly so as not to alarm the dog pack, he reached into his hacked pocket and withdrew an electric torch. Best to be careful.
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Post by Owen Harper on Jan 23, 2011 23:35:03 GMT -5
Owen held the little computer pad at the pale girl. “I am with Torchwood,” said Owen looking at the colored man and back to the young female. He held the small computer pad in his left hand and moved his right hand behind him. He put his hand on the gun that was in his waist band in the back. “Are you two together?”
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Post by The Fifth Doctor on Jan 24, 2011 2:06:06 GMT -5
The General smelled the air, he got up from his bench, and started to walk north-east, there must be something wrong, a shape-shifter? Here? That was never good.
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Post by The Master on Jan 24, 2011 12:19:03 GMT -5
"Torchwood...?" Kos repeated, a questioning note in his voice. Why does that sound... oh. Oh, yes.
He smiled, noting the way the agent's hand crept toward what was no doubt a concealed weapon. "Together? No, no, just casual acquaintances. Two individuals, trapped in similar circumstances."
His grin grew broader. "But... Torchwood, you say? Delightful. Simply delightful! And how is my dear Captain Jack these days?"
Unconsciously, his index finger began to tap a 4/4 beat on his electric torch...
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