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Jan 27, 2011 20:58:15 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Jan 27, 2011 20:58:15 GMT -5
"My TARDIS?" the Master echoed. "We were... separated. Another side effect of the Time War. It's oh," he waived his hand vaguely in the air, "thataway. On the coast of the Silver Devastation. About a hundred trillion years or so."
He eyed the timeship speculatively. "What sort of range would you say this craft has, Pirotican?"
No answer. The Prioticean was too busy staring at one of the milling herd. Someone who was... that was odd. There was something familiar about that human. Looking from the human to the Pirotican, he asked "Do you know him?"
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Jan 28, 2011 20:32:51 GMT -5
Post by The Mentalist on Jan 28, 2011 20:32:51 GMT -5
As the crowd continued to mill around the site of the explosion, like mindless little sheep, a few shuffled uneasily. This wasn't normal for the town, explosions were few and far between. There were fires, robberies sometimes even the occasional murder, but explosions were like gold dust around Skegness. Some onlookers must have thought it was interesting and exciting from the way they huddled around the scene, even as the police approached.
They drove right to the scene and one member of the crowd pointed them out, just as the men in cars and bikes got off. Most watched the men work and obeyed every little order given to them.
Except one. Despite his flaming red hair, he was difficult to spot in the crowd until he started pushing his way out. He'd found the situation fun and amusing up until now. The man clearly wanted to get away from the police, due to his relentless shoving of other people out of his way. It caused a small commotion in the crowd until he was free of them all and on immediate exit, grinned like a mad-man and sprinted off.
As he ran away from the scene, he giggled in childlike glee. His eyes were almost mad looking, as if he was enjoying himself immensely. On a glance, it was clear that there was something wrong with this man. His psyche wasn't right, he must have been mentally ill from the look of enjoyment on his face. After all, normal people didn't smile that much after an explosion and they certainly didn't look like they loved it as much as he did.
He managed to get a few yards away before the police noticed him and started the chase. A couple of officers sprinted off after him, dodging through the crowd and one mounted his bike. The runner kept going forward, smiling away to himself. This was his favorite game! He'd loved it for as long as he could remember and played it with increasing danger levels.
As the flaming red-head, dressed in jeans and blue and white shirt ran on, he passed two people having a conversation. Just for fun, he looked over to them, smiling as if he were the Chesire Cat. Something about them was odd, he felt as if they were out of their time and that they didn't quite fit here. He watched them until the police behind him yelled.
"HEY! HEY YOU! STOP! STOP IN THE NAME OF THE- JUST QUIT RUNNING AWAY!"
The madman clapped his hands and kept moving, replying by shouting back. It was now very clear that there was something wrong with his mind.
"SORRY, NO CAN DO! I DIDN'T CAUSE THAT EXPLOSION, BUT I'M WILLING TO TAKE THE CREDIT FOR IT! BEAUTIFUL WORK! COULDN'T ASK FOR BETTER! I HOPE SOMEONE DIED!"
As the chase continued, the police man on the bike managed to close in on him. The red-head sighed and looked disappointed.
"Aw, c'mon, that's not fair. I can't out run a motorbike! I'm only human, not Roadrunner, geez."
He rolled his eyes. This game wasn't fun anymore, the police had cheated. But he'd keep playing, he'd finish this one.
As he tried to outrun the bike, the small pocket watch in his pocket hit against his side. To him it was just a trinket, an old item, but it was FAR more than that. But he was just a disturbed human, he had no idea of it's real power and potential. And in those seconds, he resembled his old self perfectly. The disturbingly hair, disturbing thoughts and his odd habit of baiting the police screamed of his former self, before his filthy human form.
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Jan 29, 2011 15:42:11 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Jan 29, 2011 15:42:11 GMT -5
(timey wimey -- Tyler doesn't have to be in the same regeneration, nor must it follow that Eight's pirate thread has anything to do with this....in fact, Tyler is likely to be in a completely different regeneration)
Tyler glanced at the people talking. As he edged closer, he could hear tiny bits of snippets of conversation. "Oh...someone is talking about old furniture?"
He had heard the word "Tardis" and assumed that that was what they were discussing. Intrigued, as his family had always valued things made by the Tardis company, he listened to what they were saying. He hadn't quite heard everything, though.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of someone with flaming red hair running away from the police. Hearing the man's comments, he shuddered. This man reminded him of someone, but someone that he couldn't really place.
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Jan 29, 2011 17:11:17 GMT -5
Post by Dan Swarmy on Jan 29, 2011 17:11:17 GMT -5
(ah sorry there however though for Dan this is just after the pirate thread ) Dan stared at the boy for a few seconds and frowned his subconscious thoughts where telling him exactly who it was while meanwhile on the surface his thoughts only slightly recognised Tyler, he shook his head and turned back to face this Time lord "Hmm I'm not sure not really anyway," he turned his attention back to the time lord keeping the boy in his line of sight just encase something went on. "Range of craft hmm well its a one man style with room for a passenger, make 50 I would say newest model well I left." He has said the passenger bit on purpose to try and get the Time lord interested in it more that he might help to fix it. "I would rather get off this place this yea on earth is never the best place for a holiday, however." he looked at the destruction round them the destroyed buildings and then noticed the red head cycling and a policeman after him. "Looks like some fun has arrived,"
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Jan 30, 2011 16:05:47 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Jan 30, 2011 16:05:47 GMT -5
Tyler couldn't understand why the two of them were standing there talking, and apparently looking at nothing.
"Hey...question for you.....why are you two looking at nothing....there was a major explosion back there....know anything about that?"
Although the police officer was chasing the red head, it was somewhat comforting to him that the police seemed to be involved. "I.....I didn't see exactly what had happened...and there seems like there was a second explosion over here....and there is a lot of wreckage....but I'm not convinced it's tied to the first explosion. What do you two think?"
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Feb 3, 2011 20:37:11 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Feb 3, 2011 20:37:11 GMT -5
"Range of craft hmm well its a one man style with room for a passenger, make 50 I would say newest model well I left." the Piroticean replied. "I would rather get off this place this yea on earth is never the best place for a holiday, however."
The Master grinned. "Perhaps an exchange, then? If you think you can get as far as the Silver Devastation, I will assist you in repairing the damage to your craft." He paused, then added, "I might even be able to make a few improvements."
Why not, he thought. Having the extra help around until I recover my TARDIS should prove useful.
The Piroticean looked at the destruction round them the destroyed buildings and then noticed the red head cycling and a policeman after him. "Looks like some fun has arrived."
The Master looked, taking in the oddly-familiar brunette and the redhead - also strangely familiar. Don't these people have homes? he wondered. Someplace that isn't near the site of a disaster? He sighed. I should have dropped a contraception bomb.
"Hey...question for you.....why are you two looking at nothing....there was a major explosion back there....know anything about that?" The brunette was trying to talk to him, now. "I.....I didn't see exactly what had happened...and there seems like there was a second explosion over here....and there is a lot of wreckage....but I'm not convinced it's tied to the first explosion. What do you two think?"
The Master eyed the brunette. His first impulse was to kill him, but that would attract attention in the middle of the street. His second impulse was to dismiss him, but the oddly-familiar feeling made that seem unwise. He settled for his third option, discourse.
"My dear sir, surely the authorities would know more about that first explosion than either myself or my associate here. Perhaps you should move along and ask them?"
If his suspicions about who this was, based on his feeling of recognition, were correct then this would not serve to get rid of the brunette. That would then be a strong clue as to the fellow's identity. If they were unfounded, then the simple fellow would leave and stop bothering him.
Either way, it would be a win.
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Feb 3, 2011 22:04:53 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Feb 3, 2011 22:04:53 GMT -5
Tyler heard the Master's comment, that response only serving to make him more suspicious.
"My dear sir, surely the authorities would know more about that first explosion than either myself or my associate here. Perhaps you should move along and ask them?"
Special emphasis had been placed on the words "move along," as if this man wanted to get rid of him.
"Something isn't right," Tyler thought to himself. Instead of doing as was advised, Tyler stood there, his arms crossed.
A glance back in the direction of the first explosion revealed law enforcement officers and firefighters in the midst of their duties. Police officers were trying to keep the crowd back still. It almost seemed as though they had been so distracted by the first explosion that no one had seemed to take notice of the second one.
"Well, it looks to me like the authorities are rather busy right now....you two are the closest people to the site of the second explosion. Surely, you must have an opinion...."
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Post by Dan Swarmy on Feb 5, 2011 5:51:37 GMT -5
"nothing hmm yes one does look at nothing, but it depend from a view if there is nothing or something," Dan actually had no idea what he was saying he was just saying it to confuse the boy and get him of there backs,it would be funny if it worked. At the same time he nodded to the master basically saying yes to his question, he knew where the silver devastation was but the time would be interesting, he learnt side ways whispering to the Time Lord "What time have you left it in,"
His attention focused back the the red head on the bike with the policeman behind him, then he realised something things may get ugly for them if the policeman noticed them, tapping the device on his eye which he had no idea what it looked like in this timezone, he smiled when the readings came back and took out his time displacer but hid it so the other could not see, he shot at the police man displacing him in time. He turned his attention back to Tyler the gun now back in his pocket.
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Feb 5, 2011 21:10:51 GMT -5
Post by The Mentalist on Feb 5, 2011 21:10:51 GMT -5
As the red head turned back to look, he skidded to a halt as the man chasing him had vanished. The police man on the bike had just disappeared into thin air. It was as if the guy had just stopped existing. The red-head tilted his head to the side, baring a confused and dumb expression on his face. Scratching his head a few times, he stared the space where the bike and policemen had been.
After a few seconds, he grinned and laughed. Giggling at the empty space, he cheered, punching his fist into the air and shouting; "YEAH! TAKE THAT!" After laughing for a while longer, he wiped a tear away from his eye and became a bit calmer.
Walking away from his spot, he wandered toward the group of three men all standing talking. Smiling as he reached them, he stood beside what he thought were two humans. In fact, one was a Pirotican and the other a human with the mind of a Time Lord, but he didn't know. He just stood there unaware and started to chat to them. "Hey, sorry to interrupt, but did anyone see where that cop went?" The red-head leaned on the Time Lord/Human mixes, on his shoulder, frowning. "Because I was having a nice game of chase with him and all his buddies, but I'm bored now. That explosion was fun for a bit too, but it's not so amusing now. No-one is dead! Geez. Whoever pulled that off had no idea what they were doing." He continued to babble for a bit, it becoming pretty clear that the guy was mentally ill. And liked to kill people. "I mean, there's no crushing or blood! Every respectable explosion has blood, maybe even a few broken bones. But this one had nothing! Just dreadful. I've not been outside for a good while, but I've still seen better in my lifetime. I think it was maybe five, six years ago, before I got put in South-Side which is in ...." The man continued to lean on the other, nearly poking his eye out with his finger. He pointed in the direction of his keeping place, the royal hospital a mile or so up the road. it specialized in care for the mentally unwell, taking on no other kinds of patients. It was known well for it's notorious inhabitants. But the man pointing seemed indifferent to that. Instead, he took his hand away and continued to talk. "That direction. yes, it was maybe 5 years ago. Nice big bang down in London. Lots of mess! I was on leave at that time, like I'm on leave now, so I went to London for a little holiday. It gets pretty boring at the hospital after a while, you really do need a break. I nearly got sectioned in London as well, Ha, that was a laugh. Do you what they charged me for that time? They said it was because I smiled when the explosion went off and that I was 'a danger to myself and the public'! But then they found out and sent me back up here, to be kept under my original terms. I was admitted to that place for a whole different reason. My wife left me, you see, so I got a little angry... I think someone described it as crazy, yes, I was crazy once. She left me, kept saying I was too erratic, that she couldn't understand me or keep up. Said she was sick of me, sick of my sick mind, stuff like that. I loved her and that's what I got in return, a barrage of hate!" He clenched his fist, grinning and watched it start to shake. The man started to sound more unstable as he went on. "I loved her way too much. I couldn't stand the idea of not being with her then, so I killed her. She couldn't leave me, she didn't leave me. I left her. I killed her, hid the body and went berserk. Took a few others out I hated at the same time, couldn't stand it. Can't stand my old home. An old neighbor got me sectioned, saw me running about with my favorite knife down the street. He's got a price on his head, next time I see him, he's as good as dead. But it taught me two things, my whole experience. 1. I can live without my wife and 2. I'm not insane." He snickered to himself, his eyes going wide and his pupils small, as he repeated the same line over and over, trying to convince himself that he was sane. That he wasn't mad. That he could still function as a human, but in all honesty, he couldn't, not anymore.
Coming from the opposite direction, two men dressed in the stereotypical white clothes wandered down, looking worried. They kept looking everywhere, muttering to one another and continuing a conversation. "Nicholas even got a hold of his old clothes, how'd he manage that? How'd he even get out?! This is not good, he's one of our higher risk patients. Did you bring the jacket? Yeah, but isn't that a bit extreme? The guy murdered his wife, he wouldn't even think twice about you and it's not as if he's going to come along quietly. He's still totally convinced he's got 'leave' and he thinks he's on it. What?! He's not been let out for four years! Urgh, Nicholas is such a pain, do you have any sedative? Um...no? Oh great, thanks Greg." They kept searching around until spotting the red-head some bit down the street and breaking into a run towards him.
Once he'd spotted them, Nicholas, the red-head sighed. Rolling his eyes, he nudged the Time/Lord human combination and tried to joke with him, pointing at the health workers. "Oh great, look who it is. Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb come to take me back to Wonderland. Hold this please." Thrusting his old pocket watch into the mans hand, he walked away from them and towards the two workers, rolling his sleeves up. He'd teach those two workers to interrupt his vacation.
If there was any doubt about his true identity, it had gone by now. The madness he'd talked of, his flaming red hair, all the scars on his arms and the pocket watch, they all pointed to The Mentalist, an infamous Time Lord. He'd been the cause of many deaths across the thousand of galaxies, taking out anyone in his way. Even in his disguise, he couldn't get rid of his killing instinct. The pocket watch he'd handed over contained one of the universes nightmares, just waiting to wake up.
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Feb 5, 2011 21:46:39 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Feb 5, 2011 21:46:39 GMT -5
(which one did the Mentalist give the watch to? Which one did he lean on?)
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Post by The Mentalist on Feb 6, 2011 7:21:18 GMT -5
(The Master. ;D I didn't make it clear, sorry.)
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Feb 6, 2011 9:17:29 GMT -5
(okay....that's what I thought, but just wanted to make sure)
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Feb 6, 2011 10:32:29 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Feb 6, 2011 10:32:29 GMT -5
"Well, it looks to me like the authorities are rather busy right now....you two are the closest people to the site of the second explosion. Surely, you must have an opinion...."
The Master eyed Tyler. No, he certainly doesn't take a hint. And he certainly looks familiar.
"Tell me, my good sir. Have we met somewhere before? Logopolis, perhaps? Or in the Cruciform?" If this oddly-familiar looking human were indeed the Doctor under a Chameleon Arch - for what reason, the Master couldn't begin to imagine - that would get through the psychic camouflage.
"What time have you left it in," asked the Piroticean.
"About a hundred trillion years from now, near the end of the Stelliferous Era."
And then, after the Piroticean disintegrated - no, that seemed to have a temporal signature to it, so not disintegrated. Eliminated, then. Yes. After the Piroticean eliminated the police officer, the red-haired man saw fit to join their little tet a tete as well.
Why not, thought the Master in disgust, it's not as if every random person on the street hasn't ambled over here to take a look.
But the longer the madman raved, the more the Master found himself interested. Oh, not in the lunatic's words, but in a similar sense of familiarity to that of the overly curious brunette. He began to wonder, and then ceased wondering as the madman thrust a pocket watch into his hands and turned to confront two approaching doctors - more cattle, rushing towards the scene of disaster - exposing oddly-scarred forearms as he did so.
The Master turned the madman's watch over and over in his hands, looking at the curvilinear Gallifreyan script on the cover and back. He smiled, a thin and wicked smile. "The Mentalist," he said.
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Feb 6, 2011 22:11:28 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Feb 6, 2011 22:11:28 GMT -5
Tyler's attention was momentarily drawn away by the red head and the cop that was chasing him. Out of the corner of his eye, Tyler saw one of the men draw a gun and shoot it at the officer, causing the officer to disappear entirely.
"What?!" Tyler exclaimed out loud.
A look of sheer terror crossed Tyler's face as he listened to the red head talk. This man was not only insane, but was evilly insane. The man actually seemed to DELIGHT in the death of others and the destruction of things. Tyler was reminded more and more of his night time terrors in which a man with red hair was constantly chasing him and trying to hurt him.
Tyler's eyes went even wider, the look on his face even more terrified as he heard the red head talk about murdering his wife. A look of slight relief showed itself when several men dressed in white came to collect this mad man.
Tyler's eyes followed the red head as he thrust an old watch into the man's hands who had not shot the police officer. Glad that he was leaving them, he looked at the watch. Although Tyler had a pocket watch almost identical to the red head's, Tyler was unable to recognize it. A perception filter on Tyler's prevented him from seeing it for what it was. Pocket watches were nice, but it was hard for Tyler to imagine that this man was able to keep on intact.
When the man now holding the watch addressed him, Tyler looked up from the watch into the man's face. "Uh...what? I....I'm pretty certain that I haven't seen you before...at least not at either of those places. However, the Cruciform sounds like a familiar place...is it a historical site? I'm sorry...can't place it. And the other thing...Logopolis....absolutely no idea what that is or what that could be.....it's a possibility...but I can't recall any event or place called that. Where is it?"
Perhaps Tyler had met this person before, but he certainly couldn't remember the man's face, nor having an extended conversation with him. Both of these two men creeped him out, and he trusted neither of them. He would stay only a little longer -- long enough to hear a reply.
Tyler was now convinced that all three of these men were insane. What was it they were talking about. Leaving something one hundred trillion years into the future? What sort of sense did that make?
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Feb 8, 2011 23:00:42 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Feb 8, 2011 23:00:42 GMT -5
Tyler looked up from the watch into the Master's face. "Uh...what? I....I'm pretty certain that I haven't seen you before...at least not at either of those places. However, the Cruciform sounds like a familiar place...is it a historical site? I'm sorry...can't place it. And the other thing...Logopolis....absolutely no idea what that is or what that could be.....it's a possibility...but I can't recall any event or place called that. Where is it?"
"A historical site?" the Master echoed. This was not, could not be, the man he thought he was. But still, there was something familiar. "Not anymore, no. Not if the Doctor was right, anyway." He grinned malevolently. "It never actually existed, actually. Not anymore, anyway."
He twisted and spun the watch like a toy, enjoying the feel of the metal rolling over his fingers and the desperate sounds of the mind trapped within. A mind so similar to his own, demanding its freedom. "And Logopolis? It was near the heart of Baalimon's Spiral. Until the Daleks destroyed it."
His mood and expression suddenly shifted, becoming an odd mix of excited and conspiratorial. "But hey, enough of ancient anachrohistory. Wanna see a magic trick?"
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