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Jan 20, 2011 20:36:17 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Jan 20, 2011 20:36:17 GMT -5
Skegness. The British Isles. Earth. 8 July 2007. Nearly midnight, local time.
"Happy hic birthdaay ta mee..." wailed a voice, "Happy birthdaay taaa hic mee..."
"Ya hic... ya canna sing, Jake."
Jake, a rangy young man of African descent, stopped in place and waved a bottle in the speaker's direction. "Can to sing," he retorted, wobbling in place, 'whaddya think ah was hic doin', Noah?"
Noah, a dark haired youth of indeterminate caucasian ancestry, stopped and thought hard. "I thought," he ventured, "I thought ya was gettin' right pissed."
Jake downed the last of his bottle. "Oh yeah, I was." He tossed the bottle and watched it smash on the pavement. "Yeah!"
Noah looked off the road, at the waves washing in and out. In and out. In and out... "I gotta take a pee."
"It's a free country, mate."
"Don't watch. I can't pee if ya watch."
"I ain't gonna watch. What would I wanna watch fer?"
"Ya promise?"
"What the hell would I wanna watch fer?"
Noah staggered down the beach, into the lee of a stone. Struggling with his zipper, he called out "You ain't watchin', are ya?"
"Fer the love of..." Jake yelled. "I give up! Yer right, mate. I'm tossin' off right now, just watchin' ya. Happy now, ya mincin' twonk?"
Noah didn't respond. He was too busy trying to concentrate on the difficult tasks of simultaneously relieving himself and not falling over. As he finished, a glint of metal caught his eye. He zipped up, and picked it up.
"Hey, Jake!"
"Jesus Chr- I ain't lookin'! Cut me some effin' slack!"
"No, check this out!"
"What? You were just moanin' about me watchin' you pee, and now you want-"
"No! No! I found something. Check it out!"
Jake picked an unsteady path down the dunes. "This better be good..." he muttered.
"It is. Check it out."
It was a ring, made of silver, with a round face engraved with elaborate circular designs. Both of them stared at it in the moonlight, fascinated. Jake broke the silence first.
"Lemme have it."
"What?" snorted Noah.
"Lemme have it."
"Why the hell would I do that? I found it. Seems like that makes it mine."
"It's m'birthday," replied Jake, sullenly.
"So. What?" retorted Noah. "I got yeh sommat, didn't I? I found it, an' I'm keepin' it, an' if yer gonna be a girl about it then yeh can get the hell outta here."
Jake glared at Noah. "I said I want it," he snarled. "Give it here!"
"Piss off."
Jake punched him hard, right in the nose. There was a crack as bone and cartilidge broke, and blood gushed. Noah staggered back, one fist clenched around the strange ring, a booted foot lashing out. Jake barely staggered out of the way of the blow, then tackled him.
The rolled over and over, punching and kicking and biting. There were no words now, just snarls of rage and grunts of pain. They ended up in the surf, Noah astride Jake, one thumb digging into his esophagus and the other hand pushing his chin back.
Jake's hands scrabbled at the sand, desparate. His vision was going grey, and all he could see was Noah's blood-covered face snarling at him. He found something, something hard, and with a convulsive effort he brought it up with all his might and slammed it into Noah's head.
Noah jerked sideways and fell to the sand. Jake was on him in a moment, beating the rock against his skull again.
"Punk," he breathed. The rock struck again.
"You shoulda." Again.
"Given it." Again.
"To me!" Again. This time, something gave. Noah went limp beneath him.
"Punk." Jake snarled, smashing the rock into Noah's face again. And again. And again. Finally, he let the dripping rock slip from his fingers.
Rolling off Noah, ignoring the dark red ruin that had been his friend's face, he crawled to the ring. "Shoulda given it to me," he muttered, half crying and half giggling. "Should given it to me."
Picking the ring up, he stared at it in the moonlight. The designs were so, so perfect. They seemed to run into the ring. Through the ring. Looking harder, it seemed as if he could see something stirring in the designs. Listening, it seemed he could hear a voice at the edge of sound.
obey...
He listened harder, trying to make out the voice.
obey... me...
Silvery-grey something - light, for lack of a better word, although its glow cast no illumination on the beach - erupted from the ring. Tendrils lashed into Jake's eyes, his nose, his ears. More flooded down his throat, and through the pores of his face.
The last thing Jake ever heard was you... will... obey... ME!
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Jan 20, 2011 21:20:48 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Jan 20, 2011 21:20:48 GMT -5
Skegness. The British Isles. Earth. 9 July 2007. Around 1 AM, local time.
Jake sat up.
Well, it wasn't Jake. Not really. Oh, the figure that sat up looked like Jake. But his mannerisms, the way he moved, even the way he looked around, everything was different.
So, not-Jake sat bolt upright. He glanced around wildly, taking in the waves and the beach and the bloody wreck of a corpse. Then he held up his hands, turning them round, looking at them from all angles.
"Dark skin?" he said. The vocal organs were Jake's but the rhythms and timber and tone were alien. "That's new. Yes, yes, definitely new. I've never had dark skin before." He paused, peering at the lines of palm. "Rather striking, actually."
A spasm of pain crossed not-Jake's face, and he clutched his forehead. His skull throbbed - thump thump thump THUMP - and he had to fight down nausea. "Lovely. Just wonderful..." he winced as his head throbbed again - thump thump thump THUMP - to his raised voice. "Alive again for less than an hour, and I'm already hung over."
Not-Jake felt his face like a blind man, running fingers over forehead and brow ridges, eyeballs and nose, lips and chin. He paused over abrasions and bruises, and dabbed at the dried blood crusting his chin.
"Hard to tell, hard to tell, but I think I can work with this. Yes, yes I think I can." He ran his fingers over his nose, again. "That's a good nose. A strong nose. Good spacing between the eyes, too - wide enough to let a man take in the whole horizon."
He started to laugh, the winced as his head throbbed - thump thump thump THUMP - again. He settled for a chuckle.
"You really thought I'd let myself die, die for real, just to ruin your day?" he asked the surf. "Really?"
He sat for a minute longer. "I wonder what I actually look like?"
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Jan 21, 2011 22:17:29 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Jan 21, 2011 22:17:29 GMT -5
Skegness. The British Isles. Earth. 9 July 2007. Shortly after 2 AM, local time.
thump thump thump THUMP
Not-Jake's headache was worse, a combination of his hangover, the injuries Jake had sustained in his fight with Noah, and of lack of sleep.
"Sleep. What a stupid concept," he muttered, blinking fatigue away. "I need to find a creator for this pathetic species, just so I can kill him."
thump thump thump THUMP
All of the activity hadn't improved the headache. Or his mood. It wasn't that he minded hiding a body. It wasn't the first time he'd had to do so. But there was something aggravating about having to hide a body that someone else had killed. It smacked of poor planning, and he hated poor planning.
thump thump thump THUMP
Ah, well. Rocks in the clothes would keep the body down for a while, and hopefully the crabs would take care of details like fingerprints before the clothing rotted away. Or some beachcomber found the corpse.
Jake would be a prime suspect, of course. No getting away from that. But he didn't plan to be around here for very long.
thump thump thump THUMP
But first he had to make it to Jake's flat, and sleep off the fatigue and the hangover. In the morning, it would be time to make plans.
thump thump thump THUMP
thump thump thump THUMP
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Jan 22, 2011 9:26:06 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Jan 22, 2011 9:26:06 GMT -5
Skegness. The British Isles. Earth. 9 July 2007. 10 AM, local time.
Not-Jake stared into the bathroom mirror, examining his face from different angles. He'd already taken the time to wash the dirt and dried blood from his face, and now it was time to get used to the idea that it was his face.
"I think I was right," he said, turning his head to try and glimpse his profile. "A good face-ow!" He winced as he accidentally pushed too hard on a bruise.
He turned his head the other way, trying to see his right profile, and nodded appreciatively. "The brown skin really sets off my eyes, I think, and it looks good with this hair color." He stared at the hair in the mirror. "But these dreadlocks have to go. There's just no excuse for that."
Stepping out of the bathroom, not-Jake surveyed his domain. It didn't take long. Jake had a studio flat. A battered hide-a-bed couch and a refrigerator, a computer on a rickety Ikea desk, a hotplate, and a "wardrobe" made of cardboard boxes. It smelled of mold - from the unwashed dishes and the overflowing rubbish bin - and dirty clothes and general lack of hygiene.
Not-Jake wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Ah, well. It hardly matters. I have no plans to be here that long."
He sat at the computer, and shook his head sadly at the tasteless nude that was its desktop image. "Oh, Jake," he said, chuckling, "I've done you a favor. Clearly, you were an utter imbecile. And now...? Now you can no longer embarrass yourself or your species."
He opened a browser window. "It's been less than three weeks. Is any of the Archangel Network still active?"
As he typed, his foot tapped out a four-beat rhythm.
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Jan 22, 2011 21:31:35 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Jan 22, 2011 21:31:35 GMT -5
Skegness. The British Isles. Earth. 11 July 2007. 2 PM, local time.
Things were both better than he had expected, and worse than he had feared. He had been dead for almost ten weeks. It says something about my chosen way of life, he reflected with a smile, that ten weeks dead isn't even a record for me.
The good news? Everyone genuinely believed he was dead, for real. MI-6, Interpol, Torchwood, UNIT, even the Doctor. Everyone believed it. Nobody on this entire planet was looking for him.
"Fools," he muttered as he manipulated the soldering iron. "All of them, fools."
The bad news? UNIT hadn't waited for the British government to sort out the transfer of power to take action. Over 90% of the Archangel Network had been taken offline. His root access to the system remained intact, but it was so limited that there was no real point.
Lucy had sold him out as well. She had spun a tearful - and quite credible, he had to admit - tale of being the unwilling pawn of the dreadful John Saxon, of being compelled against her will to obey his commands. Both UNIT and the Doctor, knowing the things he was capable of, ate it up.
"Never could resist a tears, could you Doctor?" he mumbled as he fitted another circuit chip into place.
He didn't blame her, not really. It wasn't as if he had a record of loyalty to the bitter end, after all. She still might even be a useful resource. Also, if he were to be honest, he was fond of her. She was such a like-minded individual, and clever enough in her limited, human way.
Still, despite the setbacks, UNIT hadn't rendered him helpless. He'd been able to access emergency funds from a number of secret accounts. Those funds, discretely utilized, had allowed him to order and have delivered a copious amount of electronics, electronic tools, and chemicals.
"If you're down and out," he sang, as he soldered the last lead.
"Lift up your head and shout," he continued as he fitted the last piece into place.
"It's gonna be a great day!"
The assembled device was housed in a Maglite casing. In a pinch, it could even function as an electric torch. But it was oh, so much more.
His head darted in surprise as the flat door opened.
"Jake?" asked a young woman - a little plump, a little too heavily made up, but still attractive. "Jake, honey? Why haven't you answered the phone? I've been calling you for days!"
He stared without speaking. If she took any notice, she didn't let on. "Tilly's been worried sick - Noah hasn't come home yet - and I've been calling you because you won't answer your phone, and Phil down at the station says you haven't been in and - you've been in a fight!"
"Madame," he said, tight lipped.
"Madame?" she echoed, mockingly. "Is that any way to talk to-"
She went silent as not-Jake gestured with the Maglite. Actually, it would be more precise to say went rigid. And then she toppled over with a heavy thud.
"Do shut up."
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Jan 22, 2011 21:48:05 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Jan 22, 2011 21:48:05 GMT -5
(I'll join in...I just have to figure out how to get Ten or Tyler into the thread)
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Jan 23, 2011 0:39:12 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Jan 23, 2011 0:39:12 GMT -5
Skegness. The British Isles. Earth. 11 July 2007. 2:35 PM, local time.
Not-Jake moved about the one-room flat. He stopped to check a bubbling gel on the hot plate, then put a final few items in a duffel bag. Satisfied, he spun the room's one chair around and seated himself, resting his arms on the back.
"I know you're awake," he said. "I can hear that lowing you so incorrectly call thought."
Bea lay on the couch, still in the pose she'd been locked in half an hour ago. She didn't appear comfortable. Then again, not-Jake hadn't really been interested in her comfort. He'd just wanted her out of the way while he packed.
"Handy thing, this," he said, gesturing with the Maglite. "A multiphase acoustic tool. Useful for so many things - irritating dogs, shattering wine glasses, welding, cutting, disrupting the mass of collagen and protein you people call a brain..."
He turned the Maglite in his hand, admiring it. "You know - well, you don't actually, because you probably don't even know what the word acoustic means - I could probably even tune it to drive screws."
He stood up, suddenly. If Bea could have flinched, she would have. Ignoring her, he went and checked the simmering mass of gelatin again. "Nearly done, nearly done."
Glancing back over his shoulder, he said "I blame you for all of this rush, of course. I had planned to take a few more days, finish assembling a few more tools, but no. You had to barge in, looking for your 'Jake', bleating and babbling and poking in where you weren't wanted."
He leaned against the sink. "I do hope you were one of the ones the Toclafane killed, before that was taken from me. Really." He laughed, high and clear and teetering on sheer insanity. Then he sat back down in the room's one chair.
"Of course, you don't know what I'm talking about. Do you? No - don't answer. That was purely rhetorical. What little you know can be encapsulated in 8-second sound bytes."
He leaned forward, and smiled. "So, because I've got nobody else around to talk to, I'm going to educate you a little. I am, of course, not your Jake. Unless you count in a purely biological fashion. I'm very much afraid that I destroyed what passed for his mind, and I am now wearing his body like a suit of new clothes."
He paused, his face a mask of false concern. "Oh, you think I'm mad? Of course I am. But not the way you think I am."
He knelt down next to her, and whispered in her ear. "I. Am. Furious. With all of you, you pathetic, disgusting, barely-evolved, bleating, semi-sentient beasts. I was Prime Minister, up until ten weeks ago. I was your lord and god for a year that never happened."
He smiled, his face a mask of hate. "And the lot of you betrayed me! Me! Fed your feeble reserves of psychic energy into the Doctor, so he could humiliate me!" Spittle flecked her cheek as he shouted.
Breathing hard, he glared at her. And then he grinned, impishly, and took the bubbling gel from the hot plate.
"Anyway, you've pushed forward my timeline. I can't afford to wait around here anymore, and I can't afford to make it easy for anyone to follow me. So I have two gifts for you."
He gestured at the bubbling gell, which had come to a roiling boil. "First, a small quantity of duodecaplylatomate. Fiendishly hard to make, but I didn't need much. You'll see what it does here in a few minutes." He pursed his lips, and held a finger up in front of his lips. "No, I tell a lie. You really won't."
Not-Jake picked up the duffel bag and slung it over one shoulder. The Maglite went in the inside pocket of the coat he was wearing. He opened the door, then stopped. "Oh! I almost forgot! Your second gift!"
He walked back across the room, and knelt by her once more. Whispering into her ear, he said "You will be the first of your species to know a secret. I am the Master, and soon enough you will obey me."
He stepped through the door, then stuck his head back in. "That 'you' is, of course, referring to the human race collectively. 'You', specifically, will be dead in a few minutes."
Whistling Beethoven's Ode to Joy, the Master strode down the street. He had no particular destination as yet, except for away from here. A block behind him there was a flash of light and a clap of thunder, followed by debris hurled by a howling wind.
He checked his watch, and shook his head sadly. "Thirty-two seconds late. I've really let my skills deteriorate."
Whistling cheerfully, suppressing the urge to break into a little celebratory dance, the Master continued down the street. Behind him, the sirens of the first emergency response vehicle could be heard.
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Jan 24, 2011 12:12:38 GMT -5
Post by Dan Swarmy on Jan 24, 2011 12:12:38 GMT -5
Dan was in the time Vortex rushing around his time ship trying to make sure his destination was right, the controls at the moment was not responding all that well and the one thing he knew was that where ever he landed was not going to be a good landing. His ship was in need of repair desperately something had hit it when he had left Blackbeard's ship. Dan was worried about landing somewhere he did not want to go because well he would have no idea where but then still while the ship repaired itself he could still have a holiday.
An Alarm rang out from the control panel at the front of the ship, Dan looked around his face calm when he actually was not. He walked over to the control panel and widened his eyes as he came out of the vortex crashing in some street in the British isles 8th July 2007 earth. The shock wave of the crash sent Dan flying to the floor, it was a bit of time before he could get up again, the first thing he did was check the systems everything but the invisible clocking device and the repair systems where out.
He decided to leave the ship repairing he sighed well he was going to get his holiday that's for sure, putting all the things he needed on he set of out of the ship into the street, unsure of what he would find maybe something valuable.
(Ok well the ship is invisible to all but time travellers, and it's your decision if you hear the crash)
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Jan 24, 2011 13:10:03 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Jan 24, 2011 13:10:03 GMT -5
Skegness. The British Isles. Earth. 11 July 2007. 2:50 PM, local time.
"I can't decide," the Master sang as he pushed his way through the crowded street, "whether you should live or die."
In retrospect, he considered, he should have given the explosive a little more time before it did its work. The overpressure from the blast had shattered windows for blocks around, hurling glass and fragments of masonry and other bits of debris like missiles. Granted, it meant that now he was the only person moving in the direction of the railway station.
"Oh, you'll probably go to heaven. Please don't hang your head and cry"
But, and this was an important but, everyone else was in his way. People were running towards the blast site to rubberneck or help. Others were running away, screaming about terrorists or communists or the end of the world or - and he found this amusing - "Christmas in July".
"No wonder why my heart feels dead inside. It's cold and hard and petrified."
And then there were the wounded. Just laying there like, well, like blood-covered speedbumps. Moaning for assistance. Damnit, he'd maintained the NHS, so they could just wait their turn like everyone else.
He was just beginning to consider using his newly-constructed multiphase acoustic tool - and no, he was not willing to call it a "sonic screwdriver" - to encourage the mob to clear more of a path, when the secondary explosion happened. He had just enough time to think wait, I only made up the one batch, and the flat had electric heat before something huge hurtled overhead.
Some sort of outlandish starship and, even with his senses muddied and dulled by the crude receptors he was being forced to make due with, he could feel the atron energy bleeding from it. A timeship, then.
A crashing timeship.
He watched, wincing as its uncontrolled landing - crash seemed a little too harsh - tore up the street and destroyed several buildings. The mob (well, to be precise, that part of the mob that wasn't smashed into jelly by the sliding mass of the timeship) didn't seem to notice the vessel itself. Oh, they certainly saw the destroyed street and the wrecked buildings, but the ship? No.
"I wonder," he asked himself, "is this what the Doctor's life is like? Just one constant unexpected coincidence after another? Is that why he is the way he is? If I go and have a look, will I set myself on a path that will turn me into him?"
There was a tug at his jacket sleeve. He looked down at a dirty, tear-streaked child. "Please! Mister? My mom's..."
The Master struck the child across the face with his MAT, anodized aluminum striking skin-covered bone with a dull crack. "You dare touch me?" he snarled as the child fell to the ground. His foot lashed out, rolling the child over. "Leave me. Now!"
Ignoring the wailing sobs as the child scrambled away, the Master turned to eye the ship. Too much curiosity, too many good deeds. I've begun to coddle these ungrateful sheep. I think I am turning into the Doctor...
With a snort of self-disgust at the thought, he picked his way through the wreckage of the street towards the crashed timeship, pausing once to scrape something wet and sticky from his trainer.
Hopefully, that ship will be intact enough to get me off this mudspeck before I lose all of my self respect.
"Lock the doors and close the blinds, we're going for a ride."
(Obviously, I have chosen to hear the crash.)
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Jan 24, 2011 14:29:46 GMT -5
Post by Dan Swarmy on Jan 24, 2011 14:29:46 GMT -5
Dan jumped his way out of the crashed time ship and instantly looked around at his surroundings to make sure he knew where he was in Skegness. He widened his eyes at the destruction the time ship had caused to the place the buildings it had it where now just a smoldering pile of bricks and dust. Checking his device on his eye which was now in the shape of something that fits the time zone he surveyed the damage, he breathed a sigh of relief when he found the buildings had no importance at all. Thanks to the smoldering pile of rubble he know knew where he was in Skegness and knew he should find somewhere to look around.
Turning to look at the repairing time ship he smiled knowing it would be along time before it would be useful again maybe days. He went over to where the entrance was and felt around the metallic edge, he brought his hand away sharply. "Ow," it was surprisingly hot how on earth was he going to lock it now. He sighed and turned noticing someone heading his way obviously looking at him or was it the ship they where looking at. He watched the persons movements trying to judge what that person was up to.
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Jan 24, 2011 21:26:25 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Jan 24, 2011 21:26:25 GMT -5
Skegness. The British Isles. Earth. 11 July 2007. 2:58 PM, local time.
The metal of the timeship creaked and pinged. Parts of it were rimed with frost, while others were superheated and still radiating almost into the infrared. Tiny localized fluxes eddied away from it, causing asphalt and concrete to either weather away rapidly or deconstitute to original components.
All in all, it was the fairly standard result of bringing a something out of the Vortex and into deterministic spacetime without proper advance precautions.
The Master eyed it speculatively as he slowly walked along the hull. "Primitive. Crude workmanship," he mused. "But not too crude. A second wave technology, most likely. The perception filter would be a nice touch, if it weren't lying in the middle of downtown."
He stopped and took the whole ship in. "Still, it may very well meet my needs. If I can get it working before UNIT or Torchwood show up..."
His voice trailed away as he noticed the apparently young man eying him from near an access hatch. He closed his eyes, inhaled, and sighed. Survivors. Great. Why can't this go easily for a change?
He opened his eyes and smiled. "Good afternoon! May I assume that this fine example of a timeship belongs to you?"
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Jan 25, 2011 10:01:45 GMT -5
Post by Dan Swarmy on Jan 25, 2011 10:01:45 GMT -5
As soon as the man obviously another time traveller spoke Dan instantly tapped the device on his eye (It looks like something from this time), and waited for a few moments before details sprung up telling him what the man in front of him was another Time lord great, like all time lords they where important to time so if this guy got in his way he could only stun him. He sighed and looked back up at this Time lord taking in ever last detail he could about him, deciding he would not keep the fact he knows what he is back he spoke. "Yes it does, but its probably not as fine as your TARDIS Time lord," he grinned at the time lord a little then looked back at his ship.
Glancing back at the ship he noticed some type of device running around it slowly fixing the outside up, he blinked then realised what it was, it was not fixing his ship at all it was what had crashed it. He took out his time disruptor and fired at it sending it to another time. "Stupid bug, well least I know why I crashed." he muttered quietly to himself. He realised the time lord was still there he turned back and nodded to him. "So then Time Lord what do you want and what's your name."
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Jan 25, 2011 22:27:41 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Jan 25, 2011 22:27:41 GMT -5
Skegness. The British Isles. Earth. 11 July 2007. 3:03 PM, local time.
"Yes it does, but its probably not as fine as your TARDIS Time lord."
The Master was too old a hand at deception to allow surprise to show on his face. Time Lord? he thought, He's more perceptive than the local cattle. I'll have to be cautious.
He watched as the ship's captain disintegrated an organometallic creature crawling along the hull.
"So then Time Lord what do you want and what's your name."
Showtime, he grinned to himself. "My name? Ah... You know, I don't actually remember." That much was true. He'd been known as "the Master" for so long that he actually couldn't remember his full name among the Time Lords.
No, that wasn't true. His name was "the Master". What his parents had called him had just been a convenient label until he could learn his real name.
"Temporal displacement shock," he said with a rueful grin. "A side effect of the Time War, I suspect. Call me Kos. Kos... Mwinyi. Yes, that will work. As to what I want?" He shrugged, then eyed the young man carefully.
"You're... you're from Piroticus, aren't you?"
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Jan 26, 2011 18:59:08 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Jan 26, 2011 18:59:08 GMT -5
The sound of a the explosion had drawn quite a few onlookers. Although the police had strongly discouraged people from getting too close to the site and interfering with the investigation and cleanup, some people happened to slip through. Others were just content to look at the mess from a distance. Tyler was one of these. He didn't particularly like mass bombings or explosions, but he was curious about the situation.
As he was moving among the crowd, he only managed to pick up snatches of conversation. But it was enough for Tyler to conclude that the explosion had been set by someone. As he had happened to glance around, a secondary explosion seemed to have irrupted not too far away.
At least that was Tyler's first thought. As he looked at the demolished buildings, he became less and less convinced that it was tied to the first explosion. Curiosity getting the better of him, he took off at a run towards the secondary sight.
He stopped short at the sight of a man standing there, apparently staring at nothing.
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Jan 27, 2011 18:39:51 GMT -5
Post by Dan Swarmy on Jan 27, 2011 18:39:51 GMT -5
Dan was not sure if he should trust this time lord however he maybe useful he maybe able to help repair his time ship a little bit, he knew the Time lord had nothing worth selling to another time so right now stunning him would be out of the question "Yes I am where is you TARDIS, seen one once in the form of the Blue police Box nearly was able to get it and sell it," He grinned at that but decided to watch this Time lord just encase he did not approve of what He had tried to do,
He was about to say something else when his eyes drifted over to someone behind the Time Lord, Tyler but how was he here he had just left him in well he was not sure what time, be he should be dead or just very old, something was not right to him.
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