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Feb 9, 2011 21:11:56 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Feb 9, 2011 21:11:56 GMT -5
Tyler scrunched up his face once again, in confusion. "Wait, what doctor are you talking about.....?"
Involuntarily, Tyler took a quick look at the two men dressed in white who were now talking with the insane man with the red hair. Had their been a break out from the mental institution? But if that were the case, why had they only gone after the red head? But then again, perhaps they hadn't spotted the other two men yet.
Tyler still wanted to try to get information from these insane men. Somehow he would have to get the attention of the men dressed in white.
How could something have existed once, but then now no longer existed? Madness -- this man was talking madness.
However, one word that this man said sent shivers down Tyler's spine. Daleks. That was the name of the horrible creatures from Tyler's nightmares. Perhaps "dalek" had been in some story he had once heard and forgotten, only to reappear in his nightmares. That had to be it.
The man was once again talking madness -- it sounded like he was talking about this Logopolis as though it were a location in outer space.
Tyler's mind was once again pulled into the present by the excited question of this insane man. "Wanna see a magic trick?" As Tyler briefly considered his options, he became quiet fore a few moments.
"He's asking me if I want to see a magic trick...he's insane....but he seems to be excited about this...maybe it will distract him enough and keep him in a good mood....long enough until the doctors from the mental hospital come to retrieve him."
Tyler nodded, a grin on his face. "Sure....magic tricks are always interesting."
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Feb 10, 2011 11:10:59 GMT -5
Post by Dan Swarmy on Feb 10, 2011 11:10:59 GMT -5
Dan watched what was going on and decided to take a back seat and just take a look at what is going on, he found everything quiet interesting, but he noticed they would soon not be alone, police where now heading there way, he sighed, what was it with humans always cutting peoples fun in half and just talking boring drivel, ti was normally the authorities. As he was thinking he noticed this Tyler looking at the men in white coats, walking up to the Time lord he whispered to him. "We should get out of here take the boy with us if you want, police are on the way and the boy looks eager to talk to the men in white coats."
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Feb 10, 2011 19:38:00 GMT -5
Post by The Mentalist on Feb 10, 2011 19:38:00 GMT -5
The red-head had wandered to talk to both of the men in white coats. He met them halfway and scowled at the men, sighing heavily before speaking to them, "What is with you two? You really don't the understand the concept of a vacation. Leave me alone."
The two men looked at one another, the one on the left taking a hand from behind his back. They didn't exchange any words, but each knew what to do, they'd had far too much experience trying to get patients back to the hospital. As the man on the left in the white coat took a jacket from behind his back, the other tried to grab Nicholas's arms. The red-head saw him go for his arms and punched the mental health worker, right between the eyes. He screamed at them both. "GET OFF!" The mentally ill man watched the right hand man worker fall to the ground and his partner try and get the jacket on him. Nicholas watched as the worker dived for him and then kicked him. The worker winced, until another attack was launched. A punch came to his head and the worker was knocked out, lying down on the ground, jacket falling from his grasp. Both were out cold.
The red head smirked as they hit the ground. Those two had gone down easily, he hadn't even broken a sweat. Nudging the bodies with his foot, he felt as if he was poking a dead jellyfish with a stick. The madman found it quite fun and giggled as he did it. "This is what happens when you interrupt my break. You end up like that!" Continuing to nudge the two men, he pulled a confused face when a phone rang. A light glowed from inside one of the mental health workers pockets and the light made funny noises. It was ringing. Curiously, the mad-man went to workers pocket, rummaged around, pulled out the phone and answered it, "Hello?" "Hello? Is that Greg?" The mad-man smiled at the phone. Just who he wanted to talk to, Lily Fenwick, the prettiest doctor at the whole hospital. He had a soft spot for her, she was always so nice toward him. Nicholas knew to behave around her, she was too good to annoy. He would hate to see her pretty face all angry, it would not suit her. "No. Nicholas. Hi there Dr. Fenwick, how are you? Nice day outside, isn't it?" "Oh... hello. Uh, I'm okay and it is nice outside... tell me, is Greg nearby, can I talk to him?" " It is really nice out. Afraid not, Greg is nearby but he's in no state to talk. Sorry, he's sleeping on the pavement." "....Nicholas. Did you hit him?" The madman frowned and looked a bit guilty. "Uh.. yes... But but! He was bugging me and I'm on holiday! He even brought a straight jacket, what cheek-" "Stay there, we're coming to get you... I can't believe you. I just don't get it... why Nicholas? Why?" She hung up and the red-head shrugged. Looked like she wanted to join him on his little holiday, that was fine. He smiled and closed the phone, putting it in his own pocket, taking a glance back at the mental workers on the ground and wandered back toward the groups.
As he reached the group, he smiled at them all, a little bit of blood on his shirt. Grinning at the three of them, he spoke again, leaning on the curious human this time, "Sorry about that, bit of business I needed to attend to. No problems now though, all sorted. So, what are we talking about? And, you, thanks for holding my watch, can I have it back now? Someone's coming for me and I don't honestly want to leave it behind. Family heirloom and all that." He looked at the human he was leaning on, who was confused. The red-head grabbed a bit of the mans brown hair and yanked it out, smiling. "Come on, don't look so confused. Surely it can't be that difficult to figure out. Now, I heard something about a magic trick. Who, what, when and where?" Laughing, he watched his pocket watch roll over in the other humans hand. He eyed him carefully.
There was something about that human. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on, something strange about the guy holding his watch. The way he rolled it over, it was like the watch was familiar, yet, neither men had met the other before.
Nicholas waited for the watch patiently, unsure of what the holder would do next...
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Feb 10, 2011 21:32:22 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Feb 10, 2011 21:32:22 GMT -5
"Sure....magic tricks are always interesting," the brunette said.
"Wonderful!" The Master grinned. Then he held up the pocket watch. "Observe. I hold what appears for all the world to be a perfectly ordinary pocket watch. But it is so much more." He rolled it into his left hand, and held up his right hand with a flourish. "Nothing in this hand."
He then passed the watch behind his back, and held up his left hand with a flourish. "Nothing in this hand."
Then, with a flick of the wrist, he brought the watch back up in his right hand. With a stroke of his thumb he pushed down on the stem, popping the cover open. Silvery light began to stream from the inside.
"Hey presto!" he grinned. Then he lifted the watch and held it before the face of the Mentalist.
"Magic."
He grinned as the silvery light blasted into the madman's face.
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Feb 12, 2011 22:22:21 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Feb 12, 2011 22:22:21 GMT -5
Tyler watched the red head in horror as he effectively knocked the men in white out. His hope of getting the men to notice the other two nut cases was gone. As the red head approached, Tyler became more and more uncomfortable, and yet he felt as though he were frozen. He didn't want to move, afraid one of the insane men would go after him. This was how he found himself just standing there when the red head leaned on him.
Tyler gave a yelp as a strand of hair was yanked out of his head.
His attention was next drawn to the man who had held the pocket watch belonging to the red head, the one that talked about doing a magic trick. As the man moved the watch around, a disgustingly creepy feeling filled him.
Tyler stared at the strange light, it seeming familiar to him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on the reason. "What...what is that?" Tyler asked, fascinated. Although the watch and its light scared him, the light display was actually quite breathtaking.
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Feb 14, 2011 16:44:42 GMT -5
Post by Dan Swarmy on Feb 14, 2011 16:44:42 GMT -5
Dan was busy watching the policemen that seemed to be while far away making steady speed over to their position, he knew that if need be he may have to either shoot them or displace them in time. At the same time he was listening to what was going on over with the others, he turned as soon as he noticed the light out of the corner of his eye. he frowned having a small idea of what it was, "Some sort of personality transfusion or mind, its something different at that, time lord technology I take it," while he talked he moved closer to Tyler and used his gun to try and knock him out he obstructed what he was doing from the police that where not to far away
(sorry this was bad)
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Feb 14, 2011 19:37:55 GMT -5
Post by The Mentalist on Feb 14, 2011 19:37:55 GMT -5
The madman tilted his head at the trick performed by the man who had a hold of his watch. It wasn't really a trick, it was just him, well, mucking around. He was startled when the pocket watch was lifted to his face and was away to snatch it back, until the light came from it.
He was like a moth around an outside light. The madman's eyes were transfixed on the silver pouring out of the watch. As he saw it, he watched it approach him and flood in.
The light was beautiful. It sparkled like the clearest waters and was warm as it soaked through to his head. Each wave of light was another beauty and he stood still, letting the ocean of bright sink in. As it went in, his mind was filing up with knowledge but like a soft hand was running it's fingers through his hair. The energy then slipped down gracefully, starting to sink through his arms. It all felt wonderful, he could only think of a few words, "What is this...heaven?" He thought to himself but got a reply. In a way he'd never heard before, "No. This is not heaven."
As soon as those words were said, the light started to get painful. It stabbed through every part of him like knives, all knowledge and feelings like poison. He wanted to scream in pain, but then heard another voice in his head, a females voice. "You do not scream. Why are you afraid of who you are?" A little boys voice chirped up, just like the madman's when he was child. "Don't you mean who we are, mama? That's w'ight, isn't it?" Another voice spoke, a more intelligent sounding one, "I suppose, that is quite right shorty. But, by these calculations, the watch shouldn't have been noticed for at least another five years, ten at a maximum. So, why is it open now, I do not-this isn't right-no!"
The madman wanted to scream at these voices in his head, they were tearing it apart. Each one running over the other, each demanding its own attention, he couldn't stand it. But this light, it forced them out. It forced them to talk, to demand everything and to come back. They'd been asleep for so long and it was time for them to wake up.
All five of them.
As the watch ran out of light,the madman let out a gut wrenching scream into the sky, his hands firmly grasped around his head. His eyes were widen open and the pupils small. The pain was over from the watch but a new one had begun. After his full scream stopped, he shouted at the sky, his voice full of anger and strength. "I REMEMBER EVERYTHING!"
His scream fell back into a smile. That watch really was a handy little tool. Hiding away from the war, that had been a smart idea. But as a human no less? But it didn't matter too much. He knew exactly who he was now. He could take his title back, take the world back and destroy everything. He knew who he was.
He was the universe's nightmare. Even since a child, he'd been akin to demons and hell bound creatures. He'd gone mad at the age of eight, and slipped his way through school into assassinations and murder. He was the killer of thousands, the expert blades man and completely insane. He was the man who was five different people in his head, each just as mad as the last. He was Gallifrey's most infamous mental patient, an incurable lost cause who just wouldn't stop killing. Even now, he didn't stop.
He was The Mentalist and he was back.
Snickering as he lowered his head back down, he smiled at the man holding the watch. The smile wasn't kind, it was more wicked and thin. Snatching the watch back, he spoke. "Thanks. Well done idiot. Here's your reward for setting me free." The Mentalist sprung at the human he'd taken the watch from, his hands wrapping around the humans neck. He gripped it tightly, waiting for the pathetic body to snap under his strength, "You get to die first!" Laughing madly, the glint in his eyes turned sour and the madman turned around, just to see if there was anyone else there. He stopped dead when he saw another human, one he recognized, his favorite little chew-toy. It was impossible, he thought, the owner of that face should have been dead. He should have been dead by his own hand, yet, the roach was still alive.
Quickly launching into another attack at Tyler, he let go of the watch holder and ran at Tyler, full of rage and killing instinct. "YOU!" Reaching Tyler, he made sure to punch him in the stomach and grab onto Tyler's neck. Throttling it as hard as he could, he shook Tyler back and forward, trying to strangle him. "WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE, YOU FOUL, DISGUSTING COCKROACH!"
He shook Tyler as hard as he could and waited for him to finally die.
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Feb 14, 2011 22:49:17 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Feb 14, 2011 22:49:17 GMT -5
"Thanks. Well done idiot. Here's your reward for setting me free."
The Mentalist lunged forward, hands locking around his throat. "You get to die first!"
The Master's hands locked around the Mentalist's wrists, trying to tear them from his throat. In retrospect, he decided, this might not have been a good idea.
Suddenly, the crushing pressure was released as the Mentalist released him, turning his insane rage on the oddly-familiar brunette. It was obvious they had some sort of history, but the Master couldn't be bothered to care about that right now.
He had been... handled. Fury filled his mind, and the roaring of the drums drowned out all other thoughts.
How dare he.
"WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE, YOU FOUL, DISGUSTING COCKROACH!"
The Master dialed a setting on his multiphase acoustic tool, jammed it against the base of the Mentalist's skull, and pushed a button. The buzzing whine, resonating with the nerve impulses of a Time Lord, effectively (if temporarily) disabled the Mentalist's higher motor functions.
He squatted next to the fallen maniac. "Let me explain something to you," he snarled. "If you ever touch me like that again, I will short out your nervous system and leave you a prisoner in your own body. I did not choose to restore your minds - such as they are - to be assaulted by an animal. I have a use for you."
He leaned in close, so close that their faces almost touched. His eyes burned into the eyes of the maniac. "You may not recognize me like this, Mentalist, but I."
"Am."
"The."
"Master."
He paused, allowing that to sink in. "And you will obey me."
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Feb 15, 2011 20:13:18 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Feb 15, 2011 20:13:18 GMT -5
As Dan picked up the gun, hitting Tyler on the head with it, in an attempt to knock him out, Tyler's body went limp, and he began to fall to the ground.
However, the mad man had grabbed a hold of him before he actually fell, punching him in the stomach and then putting hands around his neck, trying to choke him. Since Tyler had been rendered unconscious first by Dan's assault, he hadn't been awake for the Mentalist's attack.
In his Time Lord form Tyler's lungs and breathing hadn't been as good as most Time Lords. In his current human form, this was even more the case. He didn't have a respiratory by-pass system to help him out, nor the more efficient lungs of a Time Lord. This new assault on Tyler's body certainly interfered with his breathing.
Just as Tyler started turning blue from lack of oxygen, he was suddenly released from the Mentalist's grasp. Still unconscious and not really breathing, he fell towards the ground.
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Feb 21, 2011 19:47:10 GMT -5
Post by The Mentalist on Feb 21, 2011 19:47:10 GMT -5
The Mentalist kept throttling an already knocked out Tyler, until he felt something on the back of his neck buzz. The red-head was about to turn to scream at it, but before he knew it, he was one the ground.
As he stared up, he tried to move his arms. That failed and he tried his legs. His legs couldn't move either. Staring up at the sky, he felt a tiny bead of sweat dripping of of him. The madman was at a loss as to what had just happened but he figured it had something to do with the cold patch he'd felt on his neck a few seconds earlier. Then the human who'd set him free (and who he'd tried to strangle) started to talk.
Having no choice other than to listen to the human talk, The Mentalist did so, taking the words in. After the man had said all he said to, tried to stare and scare him, The Mentalist smirked as best he could with the limited functions he had. He desperately wanted to laugh aloud and reply, "Ah ha! Well, isn't this funny! So this is where you've been hiding all along, Master. Our minds think alike. I honestly thought you wouldn't have lasted this long, certainly not past the war anyway, I barely made it past that. As vain as ever though, I'd heard you were awfully proud of yourself. It shows, calling me an animal, you're not one to talk. We're nearly as mad as each other... Obey you? As if someone like you could ever command me." He really wanted to laugh. "The Lord President couldn't even keep me under control. I was his worst nightmare. As if you could ever control someone like me. We're in a different league, vanity."
The madman kept lying on the floor, trying his best to mock the Master with the limited capabilities he had. This guy was joke!
The Mentalist had indeed heard of The Master before, everyone on Gallifrey had heard of the terrible Master. Yes, he was 'terrible' all right, terrible at doing a job properly. Most of the time, or so it had been reported, The Master had gone part of the way through a scheme then The Doctor had stopped him. Almost every-time. It had been one failure after another for the so called 'Master of All'.
The Mentalist stayed on the ground, waiting for his functions to come back. He watched the hybrid Master from the ground, thinking to himself and desperately trying to remember, "Now, If I remember correctly that this guy can use hypnotism, am I right? He expected the answer from himself. "From what I can recall, yes you are. Hypnotism seemed to be a talent of his." "Excellent. I can't use that, so he'd be useful to have as an ally. Even if he turns out to fail constantly-" "Yes, that would be good! You can't use any telepathic abilities at all, so that'd be a really useful asset to have. I know we could save it if it went wrong, but how we're supposed to get him on our side will be difficult. People that have been strangled don't usually become friends with those who strangled them." "Hm. That will be tricky. But he did deserve it... I'll figure something out."
Realizing he zoned out for a while, The Mentalist blinked once or twice, starting to feel his hands again. The effect was starting to wear off, at last. He hated being in a doll-like state, medicated or not. As he went to move a little, the phone he'd taken off of the annoying mental health worker started to ring in his pocket. It buzzed and rang loudly, the ring tone an irritating frog croaking sound. Staring down at his trouser pocket, he growled as he realized he couldn't get a hold of it with his hands. He didn't have enough mobility yet but he had enough to talk.
Addressing The Master, he managed a sentence or two. "That's great Master, really, nice to see you again. But, can you get that?" He rolled his eyes. "I'd love to get it myself, but some smart-guy thought he'd be funny and disabled me for the time being. He'll pay for that at some point, though, no worries."
He waited for The Master to respond or the phone to go off. The red-head hated frogs and the sound was not helping.
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Feb 21, 2011 21:51:41 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Feb 21, 2011 21:51:41 GMT -5
The Mentalist wasn't projecting his thoughts, so the Master really didn't pick up on the fine details of the the maniac's thoughts. He did catch some of the emotional subtext, though, which told him more or less enough: The Mentalist was not particularly impressed by his "hard-boiled" approach.
Fair enough. He had to respect that, really. Well, no, he didn't. But he understood it. He'd probably even react the same way, if the tables were turned.
And then the Mentalist's pelvis began to croak. Like a frog.
Addressing The Master, the Mentalist managed a sentence or two. "That's great Master, really, nice to see you again. But, can you get that?" He rolled his eyes. "I'd love to get it myself, but some smart-guy thought he'd be funny and disabled me for the time being. He'll pay for that at some point, though, no worries."
The Master extracted the phone from the pocket. "Yes, yes, bluster and threaten revenge. I've done that myself, more than once."
He flipped the phone open. "Hello? No, no, I'm afraid not." A pause. "No, I don't think so." Another pause. "Listen. Just leave me your name and phone number, and I'm sure that the current owner of this phone will be happy to track you down and murder you and your entire family in a particularly brutal... Hello? Hello?"
He closed the phone again, and sighed sadly. "People today. Shocking lack of manners."
The Master tucked the phone back into the Mentalist's pocket. "Let me make you a proposal, Mentalist," he continued, speaking now in High Gallifreyan. "For the moment, let us assume that you have uttered your threats, and I have uttered my counter-threats. Let us further assume that I fully recognize that at some point, when it seems advantageous to do so, you will attempt to at least betray - if not outright murder - me. It also seems reasonable for me to assume that you are assuming the same about me."
He spread his hands. "So. We are both untrustworthy. We are both, frankly and in our own ways, monsters. At least from the perspective of the now-dead Time Lords. And frankly, something about this particular regeneration has given me far more sympathy for your sociopathic tendencies."
He chuckled, and shook his head. "I'm rambling, aren't I? No, don't feel you have to answer. Here's the long and short of it: I propose an alliance of convenience. You hate me and I hate you, but we both hate the rest of the universe."
He grinned, and returned to speaking English. "So what do you say? Shall we cause some trouble?"
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Feb 22, 2011 19:03:04 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Feb 22, 2011 19:03:04 GMT -5
Tyler remained on the ground in the unconscious state. ______________ The Tenth Doctor hadn't been far from the site of the first explosion. In fact, he had been in the midst of the crowd that was currently being held back.
Tired of being pushed back, he dug into his pocket and pulled out the psychic paper, which always had been good at getting him into places.
With the special paper encased in leather, he bounded up to one of the police officers.
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Feb 25, 2011 11:07:59 GMT -5
Post by Dan Swarmy on Feb 25, 2011 11:07:59 GMT -5
Dan watched both of the two how should he describe them madmen having fun, it looked like today was actually going to be better than a holiday could ever be. He looked over at the barrier the policemen seemed to be busy which meant it is better for them right now, his Time ship was still able to be seen by time travelers.
"So then er im still here, this time ship aint going anywhere until later its started it repair cycle, no normal person will be able to see it, so what are you two planning." Dan smiled but kept his distance he was not scared but he was not stupid at all. HE looked at the both of them then back at the barrier.
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Feb 26, 2011 23:24:52 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Feb 26, 2011 23:24:52 GMT -5
"Planning?" the Master echoed. "Well, that entirely depends on what my... colleague here says."
He stood up and stretched. "If my colleague agrees to my offer, honest agreement mind you, because I'll be able to tell if you're playing me false," this last was said in the Mentalist's direction, "then we'll see what can be done about effecting repairs on your timeship."
He looked around, then walked to a pile of rubble and picked up something. Something short, reddish, and metallic. "If he refuses," he said as he walked back, "then I will do my utmost to use this piece of rebar to stave his skull in just enough to cause irreparable brain damage. At least, irreparable in this time and place. That will leave him a vegetable for, I hope, several decades before his current regeneration wears out."
He eyed the Mentalist speculatively, while hefting the rebar. "No doubt he would be holding a substantial grudge when he finally regenerates again, but I'm fairly confident I will have been able to escape this rock by then."
He turned to look at Dan. "Once that impromptu field surgery is completed, I will then see what can be done to repair your timeship. So, either way, you win."
The police officer watched as a man in trainers and a brown overcoat approached him. "Sir," he said, "you need to leave here. All hell is breaking loose."
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Feb 27, 2011 18:05:58 GMT -5
Post by The Mentalist on Feb 27, 2011 18:05:58 GMT -5
(Please be patient. Exams for me, so I'll get round to this ASAP. Thanks.)
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