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Post by Owen Harper on Jan 30, 2011 22:15:11 GMT -5
Owen crossed his arms and glared at the man and General. ‘Last time I checked THIS was my home,’ Owen thought with a bitter look in his stance. Owen’s feet where planted out and he was grounded. When they spoke in whatever language they spoke Owen cocked his head to the left. He had lost his patience. He pointed his gun in the air let a shot out.
“Glad you notice,” he said when they looked at him. “Allow me to remind you. This is Earth. This is my planet! I was born here. You and you are time lords. And you…you are from somewhere that I do not know but it is not Earth. I am a native of UK but this is Wales and this piece of land we stand is Cardiff. Now pay attention. Welcome to UK! Now you do what I say or I will have to draw more attention to this site,” that bit was a bluff. He was alone. He feared the idea. “I hate when people speak other languages when I know they can speak English. Speak it!” He told the time lords.
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Jan 31, 2011 14:21:24 GMT -5
Shaeman yelped at the gunshot. Things were starting to get out of hand. Kos was arguing with that other similar-smelling person in a language she couldn't understand, the human who had said that his name was Owen Harper was starting to get aggressive. She gave out a soft growling sound to her pack, sending them racing out of the alleyway. All except for one, a tall, pale coated dog who stuck to her side like superglue as she started to back away towards the chainlink fence that blocked off the other end of the alley, trying to calculate her escape plan.
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Post by The Master on Feb 1, 2011 20:35:35 GMT -5
Kos switched back to English, his tone of voice the same a long-suffering parent would use. "Oh, very well." He smiled. "I yield the floor to the MP from Cardiff. Do go and make your point. If you have one. Illuminate us."
He glanced at Shaeman, and frowned a little as he saw her edging back towards the alleyway. "Come, come, my dear. He wishes to say something, and it would be rude not to listen. Grant a dead man his last request."
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Feb 6, 2011 15:27:43 GMT -5
Shaeman found that her feet stopped trying to follow her escape plan as Kos spoke to her. Turning her green-blue eyes to him, she moved, somewhat reluctantly, back to his side. She kept a close eye on Owen Harper, her head held high and expression untrusting. He was aggressive and bossy, not to mention the fact that his human smell was tainted by something that smelled awfully like rotting meat. The other man, Owen had called him a 'Time Lord', didn't look particularly happy either. Shaeman shifted her weight from foot to foot, nervous. None of this looked like it was going to go well. Why couldn't she just go back to New Earth?!
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Post by Owen Harper on Feb 6, 2011 18:39:52 GMT -5
Owen did not like working alone in these conditions. He was the one holding the gun. He was throwing the threat around. Why does he feel he was not in control? He had a feeling this man before was not someone he can trust. He wanted to shoot him.
“I am here to help,” he said. He placed his gun in the back of his jean’s waist band. “There the gun is away. Now, I am Torchwood and we have experience with the rift. You came through that,” he said looking at the changer. “I can promise we can help you. It seems you two are not allies. What is your story?”
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Post by The Small One on Feb 7, 2011 15:44:41 GMT -5
*Hey I was wondering if anyone would mind if I joined this thread with Annika. Would that be okay? I'm really interested in taking part so let me know. Thanks!*
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Post by Owen Harper on Feb 7, 2011 20:17:40 GMT -5
*Just jump in. If its open its open.
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Post by The Fifth Doctor on Feb 9, 2011 1:56:03 GMT -5
(Yeah, sure you can.)
"Why are you here?" He turned to Kos, he heard Owen mention the rift, he added sarcasticlly, "ahh, the rift, gotta love the rift."
He needed the Rift about as much as a hole in the head.
"Where are you from?" He said, looking at the girl.
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Feb 12, 2011 17:46:23 GMT -5
Shaeman crouched down, wraping her arms around the neck of the sole dog still standing beside her. Both the person that smelled like Kos and the person with the scary weapon were watching her. The dog gave her a reassuring nudge, encouraging the girl. She glanced up at Kos, as if asking for permission. The realisation hit her like a sledgehammer hits glass. She couldn't trust any of the three people there, even Kos, who had seemed so kind to her, had suddenly changed face as soon as the other two people had turned up. Her instincts were running into overdrive. Who could she trust? Anyone who can help you, she thought to herself.
Standing up, the dark shading visible on her skin where her ragged clothing didn't cover her skin turned out to be not the shadows of her morphology, but tribal-like tattoos stretching over her shoulders and down her back to wrap around her waist.
"My name is Shaeman Iyena Lortan. I was born on New Earth. I'm a Shifter. I don't know what brought me here, but it was very sudden, just a flash of light." The girl spoke in chopped sentences, as if trying to get the information out before she thought of any more reasons not to talk.
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Post by The Fifth Doctor on Feb 16, 2011 3:40:17 GMT -5
"Right... now we're getting somewhere, if you were wondering, this is Old Earth, 2011 AD, sounds like the Rift, but you never know in this great big universe, tip, try to refrain from shifting in public, these people haven't discovered Shifters yet, so it might freak them out a little, i'd give you a ride home, but my TARDIS is kinda, 6 centuries in the future, oh TARDIS is my time machine, I need to get that one day, if I can fix my vortex manipulator," he looked at the watch-like device on his hand, as if almost on cue, a small spark erupted from the bowels of the machine.
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Post by The Master on Feb 19, 2011 8:43:58 GMT -5
"You're from Torchwood," Kos echoed sardonically, "and you're here to help us." He shrugged, and grinned. "Well, Jack always did say he had tried to make Torchwood into a better organization. More efficient."
"My name is Shaeman Iyena Lortan. I was born on New Earth. I'm a Shifter. I don't know what brought me here, but it was very sudden, just a flash of light."
Kos hid his disappointment. He had rather hoped she had arrived via time capsule, or vortex manipulator, or anything other than accident. Still...
"Right... now we're getting somewhere," commented the General. "If you were wondering, this is Old Earth, 2011 AD, sounds like the Rift, but you never know in this great big universe, tip, try to refrain from shifting in public, these people haven't discovered Shifters yet, so it might freak them out a little, i'd give you a ride home, but my TARDIS is kinda, 6 centuries in the future, oh TARDIS is my time machine, I need to get that one day, if I can fix my vortex manipulator," he looked at the watch-like device on his hand, as if almost on cue, a small spark erupted from the bowels of the machine.
A quick burst of excitement from the mention of a vortex manipulator died with the spark. "Really, General? You can't even maintain something as primitive as a 54th century time strap?"
He sighed, and shook his head sadly. "Ah, but I forget my manners! Since we are all friends here now, I should introduce myself. I..." he sketched a shallow bow, "am... Kos Minwyi, of no fixed occupation or abode. I have recently arrived in Cardiff from going to and fro in the Earth, and from walking up and down in it."
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Post by Owen Harper on Mar 2, 2011 18:13:49 GMT -5
Looking at Kos a.k.a. the Master, Owen sneered at the man. “Jack did make it better,” the doctor replied.
The young lady was a shifter, Torchwood had a run in with a changer once but this one was not the same species because she would not change into a dog. He wanted to help the girl but Kos seemed to have all lot of information and Owen did not like that one bit.
Owen was going to play his card. “So you know all lot about Earth, Jack, Torchwood and this General…how come you don’t know too much about her?” Hoping someone from Torchwood would arrive and assist him on these rift strangers. He could possible make things worse by making the wrong choice. Could it be possible someone had been blocking Owen’s communication from Torchwood. No, they don’t need a phone to track him. He had his arm band on his left wrist that was Torchwood to find Owen. It was like taking the privacy out of his life but it was good to know they know where he was.
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Post by The Master on Mar 4, 2011 14:22:37 GMT -5
Looking at Kos a.k.a. the Master, Owen sneered at the man. “Jack did make it better,” the doctor replied.
The strap sparked again. "I can see that, yes. Much better."
“So you know all lot about Earth, Jack, Torchwood and this General…how come you don’t know too much about her?”
Kos sighed. "I know all about so many more things than you can imagine, Owen - do you mind if I call you Owen, by the way - because I watch, and I ask questions, and I listen." He smiled. "Something I was planning to do when someone else - I won't name names here - showed up not watching, not listening, and asking questions while waving a handgun about."
He looked Owen in the eyes. "So, really, I blame you for the fact that I know so little about young Shaeman here."
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Post by Shaeman Lortan on Mar 7, 2011 16:39:44 GMT -5
Shaeman began to whimper like a dog in pain. She glanced behind her again, looking at the chain-link fence that divided the alley way. The fence was too tall for her to be able to climb. Instead, she had to find a way of getting away from Kos. All her instincts were starting to tell her that he might not be someone to trust. Even his scent was starting to check out as dangerous.
Shaeman did the only thing she knew how to do to protect herself. The girl morphed into a wolf. Everything on this planet, if indeed she believed the General and this was a whole new planet to New Earth, was getting to her. She lowered her head at the humanoids, raising her hackles, baring her canines and growling, trying to look as fearsome as possible.
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Post by Owen Harper on Mar 24, 2011 17:13:30 GMT -5
Owen looked at the man. “Doctor Owen Harper,” he corrected the time lord. The medical doctor had a feeling about the man. It was something he could not explain. There was something not right. He looked at the wolf.
He looked at the man. “Shaeman is more animal and she can sense danger. If I read it right animals are very keen.”
Owen looked at Shaeman in her wolf form. “You make the choice. You decide who you want to be with. And I am not going to trick you. I believe you have free will. Use it,” Owen said.
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