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Feb 27, 2011 21:48:09 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Feb 27, 2011 21:48:09 GMT -5
(sure -- school comes first ) Tyler continued in his unconscious state, but since the pressure had been released on his throat, he finally began to breathe again. ____________ Ten turned to the police officer who had addressed him. "Really? Well then...seems like I should know what's going on....don't you?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out the leather wallet containing his psychic paper. Flipping it open, he showed it to the officer.
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Mar 1, 2011 20:05:06 GMT -5
Post by The Mentalist on Mar 1, 2011 20:05:06 GMT -5
The Mentalist was relieved to have the croaking removed from his torso and silenced. He almost laughed upon hearing The Master's answer to the call, about how the owner of the phone would kill the caller. He found it funny because it was so accurate and nearly laughed aloud. The Mentalist's face made no change when the phone was tucked back in his pocket but he did hope it wouldn't go off again, the frog noise was humiliating.
As The Master leaned down and spoke to him in High Gallifreyan, The Mentalist listened, although in his current state, he didn't really have any other choice. Still lying down on the ground, the madman understood and ran over what was being said in his head, part by part, to make sure he fully understood what was going on.
The Master began/ "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."
The Mentalist was a little surprised at the comments made."... He's not as dumb as he looks. From that display, I doubt he'll bring his guard down at any point when I'm around. He's right; I will try to murder him in time, preferably when it's more beneficial for me. But his guard will always be up and he'll be wary of me. No matter though, I won't let my guard down at any point either. Two can play this game..."
Watching his hands open, The Mentalist continued to listen to The Master's proposition,"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. "You also have that right Master, I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. Monsters? Now that's a little mild, I wouldn't say that. I'd say we're a lot better than that... Demons! That's a better word; I've been called that before. I'm sure that was given to me by some humans- SYMPATHY!? I don't need anyone's sympathy and certainly not yours. Sociopathic? Hm, could be worse, it's better than some of the labels I've had." "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."
The Mentalist took some time to process the final point. At first, he questioned the idea. It was hardly convenient in any way; the most convenient thing would be for The Master to simple die. But since he wouldn't, it was the only thing left and, even though he didn't want to admit it, the other Gallifreyan was quite right. He did hate both The Master and the rest of the universe, as did the other. As he thought more, he realised just how useful a union would be. The Mentalist hadn't been himself for a very long time, ever since the Last Great Time War and the universe had certainly changed since then. He didn't know how this place worked; he didn't know the ropes yet which meant he was playing a risky card. The Mentalist knew he could overstep himself which could cause him to die and waste regeneration. However, he believed that The Master knew how this time worked and if they could work together, there was nothing to stop them. As the red-head looked into it more, he realised that joining with The Master, for convenience sake, would be an incredibly good idea. Universal domination would be within grasp. This was not an offer to be passed up.
As he snapped out of his head, The Mentalist noticed The Master now had a big piece of metal and was holding it rather threateningly. Upon further inspection, the red-head realised it was a rebar and the words only reinforced his previous idea. The Master was indirectly threatening him, while talking to another man. The Mentalist smiled, speaking to both men. He'd made up his mind. "Now men, if I may interrupt? Thank you. Master, I'd put that down if I were you, there's no need to have it. I accept your offer." As he went to speak again, he noticed he’d regained some more mobility. The Mentalist, amazed with this, flexed his hand a few times and stubbornly tried to sit up. Whatever The Master had used on him, had been pretty effective and really did hurt, as the mad-man grunted a few times as he finally made it to a sitting up position, speaking unhappily, “Ugh, owch. That is not pleasant at all. Tell me, what was it that you used on me Master? I’m not usually this immobile.” He waited patiently for an answer, staring between the Time Lord and the Time Pirate, whose wrecked ship he could see now.
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Mar 2, 2011 10:09:24 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Mar 2, 2011 10:09:24 GMT -5
"Now men, if I may interrupt? Thank you. Master, I'd put that down if I were you, there's no need to have it. I accept your offer."
The Master glanced at the length of rebar, with an expression that seemed to indicate surprise that he was even holding it, and let it clatter to the ground. "I am glad to hear it. You will, I hope, forgive me for not immediately rushing to your side and clasping you to my bosom?"
The mad-man grunted a few times as he finally made it to a sitting up position, speaking unhappily, “Ugh, owch. That is not pleasant at all. Tell me, what was it that you used on me Master? I’m not usually this immobile.”
An amused smile touched the Master's lips, and he wiggled what looked like a maglite in one hand. "A homemade multiphase acoustic tool - a sonic screwdriver, if you like. It's all in the settings."
He paused, and looked at the man still laying on the ground. "Now, before we return to the subject at hand - namely, repairing this crashed time ship and leaving this mudspeck of a planet behind us - I have to ask: you seemed to recognize that man, even when you failed to recognize me. Who is he?"
"Really? Well then...seems like I should know what's going on....don't you?"
The officer glanced quickly at the wallet. Then he looked back, more carefully. "Uhm, yes. Yes sir."
He straightened up a little, not quite coming to attention. "Well, sir, we're not entirely sure what happened. A block of flats, well, they just exploded. Maybe fifteen minutes ago, now. Not long after that, something took out a couple more buildings down that way. We're still trying to get emergency services in here."
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Mar 3, 2011 11:50:03 GMT -5
Post by The Mentalist on Mar 3, 2011 11:50:03 GMT -5
The Mentalist nearly laughed at the Master's comment. A smirk came across his face as he replied, flexing his arms. Stretching them to the side and behind him, he snickered. "You're forgiven. I think I'd be a bit sick in my mouth if you tried, I hate... contact."
He did NOT want to say hugs. He hated the word 'hug'. It was far too emotional, sappy and generally disgusting. As he heard the second reply, he gave a curious look. A multiphase acoustic tool? He hadn't seen one of those for years, since before the war, even though they were used during the war. He could only remember using a gun, nothing that packed as a big a punch as that little tool. "Hmm, fascinating, forgot they could do so much damage. Didn't use them much in my glory days. Preferred simpler weapons."
The Mentalist then turned to the affirmed wreck of a space-ship. He raised both eyebrows. He hadn't seen that before! the red-head felt a bit stupid, then added 2+2. He smirked. Of course. When he'd got here first, he'd just been a deranged human. Now he was a deranged time-traveler, that was why he could see the ship. And after a few second of looking at the ship, he wished he hadn't. Turning to the space-pirate, he spoke to him. "That's just horrible. What is that junk doing stuck in the ground?! As if I couldn't see enough around me already... "
He glared at the mess, not even looking at The Master as he replied to the third comment. "He's just some human who looks like a guy I used to hate. I could never kill him, all his stupid friends managed to save him. Anyway, it's just some human, it was just my automatic reaction to that kind of face. If it was who I thought it was, then I'd know. I'd sense my favorite chew-toy if it was nearby."
Grinding his teeth, he waited for any reply and stared hatefully at the broken machine.
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Mar 4, 2011 16:26:51 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Mar 4, 2011 16:26:51 GMT -5
"That's just horrible. What is that junk doing stuck in the ground?! As if I couldn't see enough around me already... "
"Now, now, Mentalist," the Master chided. "That 'junk' is a damaged - but hopefully not destroyed - Piroticean time vessel. Nothing as sophisticated as we are accustomed to, but sufficient to our current needs."
He turned his attention back to Dan. "Now, what exactly caused this ship to crash?"
"He's just some human who looks like a guy I used to hate. I could never kill him, all his stupid friends managed to save him. Anyway, it's just some human, it was just my automatic reaction to that kind of face. If it was who I thought it was, then I'd know. I'd sense my favorite chew-toy if it was nearby."
"He does have one of those faces, doesn't he? I'd been concerned, myself, that he might have been the Doctor under the effects of a Chameleon Arch. But he didn't recognize any of the more loaded words or phrases I tried out on him."
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Mar 5, 2011 19:02:17 GMT -5
Post by Dan Swarmy on Mar 5, 2011 19:02:17 GMT -5
(my muse is dead but ill do with what I got)
Dan was actually starting to get bored with the two time lords who where talking to each other, yes they would be useful for fixing his ship and getting to a knew planet but never interested him unless it was plunder, money, but then it did depend on his mood and where he was.
As soon as the mention of his ship was uttered he looked back at the Time lord that had called it Junk glaring "Junk to your people maybe but I think its pretty good considering its what to call it second rate time travel (meh)," he grinned fora bit which suddenly vanished when the master asked how his ship crashed , he quickly went over to the ship looking at it "I have no idea, the whole machine went haywire no response to my control nothing, no external force flying it, nothing shooting it, I did find a bug though which I shoot earlier while you where busy."
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Mar 5, 2011 19:58:20 GMT -5
Post by The Mentalist on Mar 5, 2011 19:58:20 GMT -5
The Mentalist, now regaining all motor control of his face replied to the Time-Pirate, taking his attention away from the Master. He scowled and mocked him, making fun of the pirate spitefully. He really was a foul mouthed and grouchy Time-Lord. "Even though it's second rate junk, you still can't control the machine and keep it clean from viruses?! Oh dear. You're not good at this are you?"
The madman sighed, continuing to rub salt in the wound. flexing his arm, he stared at it, not bothering to make eyes contact with the third-rate pirate. "Now, clearly from you and your ship, neither of you are very advanced or intelligent. However, I am psychotic and yet, I can still drive something far more complex and demanding than whatever that pile of scrap metal used to be."
He smirked at the pirate, a wicked grin coming across his face. e loved nothing more than to taunt people. "That doesn't put a very good light on you, does it?"
The Time-Lord snickered and turned back to Master. "Third rate lowlife, why are you helping him anyway? He doesn't deserve your time and certainly none of mine... yes, well. That human over there does have that kind of face. Doctor hm? never had time for him. Always beat up his little brother though, he was my favorite victim..."
The red-head turned to look at the unconscious human he'd spoken about. Staring at him, he peered closely at the humans features. Scowling, he whispered to The Master. "It may not be the one you're looking for, but that man could easily be The Doctors twin... you know the one, Tyler. But how in the name of Omega did he escape the Time War?! He should've been annihilated long before the end, he was a pathetic fighter... Does he have a watch on him anywhere?"
He waited for a reply or reaction from either man.
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Mar 5, 2011 21:42:26 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Mar 5, 2011 21:42:26 GMT -5
Tyler, unaware of the people around him, remained unconscious, his breathing getting slightly better. _____________________ Ten nodded at the officer, putting away his wallet. "Right....and I suppose that this scene has properly been investigated? Were there any witnesses?"
He did his best to pretend to play the officer that the psychic paper had indicated that he was. Things like this didn't just happen - there was almost always an alien explanation for them. Either that, or it could be terrorist activity.
Ten glanced in the direction that the officer had pointed in. A second explosion. "Do you believe there to be a connection with the first explosion?" Ten asked the man.
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Mar 11, 2011 21:20:14 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Mar 11, 2011 21:20:14 GMT -5
The Mentalist snickered and turned back to Master. "Third rate lowlife, why are you helping him anyway? He doesn't deserve your time and certainly none of mine... yes, well. That human over there does have that kind of face. Doctor hm? never had time for him. Always beat up his little brother though, he was my favorite victim..."
"You say 'third rate lowlife' like it's something to look down on," the Master replied with a smile. " I can use - we can use - a third rate lowlife. Do you want to do all the heavy lifting?"
The red-head turned to look at the unconscious human he'd spoken about. Staring at him, he peered closely at the humans features. Scowling, he whispered to The Master. "It may not be the one you're looking for, but that man could easily be The Doctors twin... you know the one, Tyler. But how in the name of Omega did he escape the Time War?! He should've been annihilated long before the end, he was a pathetic fighter... Does he have a watch on him anywhere?"
"I haven't looked for a watch on him, no... wait." The Master peered at Tyler, and then looked at the Mentalist. "You really think...? You think this could be the self-styled Hunter?" Little gasps of insane laughter clawed their way from the Master's throat. "Little Tyler, with the asthma? "
He fought for control, struggling against the wave of sheer madness that washed over him. He'd never been fully sane, not by the standards of the Time Lords, but this current regeneration seemed to teeter closer to the brink than ever.
Finally, with a deep breath, he gasped out, "Perfect. We can use this. If he is little Tyler, then he'll be useful. The Doctor still lives."
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Mar 12, 2011 19:37:26 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Mar 12, 2011 19:37:26 GMT -5
Tyler remained unconscious, however, the Time Lord consciousness inside of the watch that was in his pocket, was aware of everything going on. It attempted to shift farther into Tyler's pocket, however, as he was in the watch, it didn't move.
The human body was surrounded by the Master and the Mentalist, both deadly Time Lords. How had his human self managed this?
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Mar 17, 2011 20:45:45 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Mar 17, 2011 20:45:45 GMT -5
(OOC: Waiting on the Mentalist and/or Dan Swarmy, I believe.)
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Mar 20, 2011 21:20:00 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Mar 20, 2011 21:20:00 GMT -5
(Right...Stacked or Dan.....)
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Mar 21, 2011 19:37:37 GMT -5
Post by The Mentalist on Mar 21, 2011 19:37:37 GMT -5
(Sorry guys, school work has been running me down a lot. Here's a reply...)
The red-head on the ground smirked at the first comment, trying to get to his feet. He struggled up, growling as he replied to The Master. "Hmmm... I've worked alone all my life. Heavy duty and dirty work is no problem to me. It looks like you aren't used to doing that, but you may be right. It would be good to see someone else do all the hard work." With that comment, he took a glance at his hands and arms. They were the real evidence of dirty work. he'd got most of the scars as a Time-Lord and he could remember how each of them had got there. He didn't forget and held a grudge against anyone who'd put one there. It was almost like a note; each scar that was given was a note of someone else who he'd have to kill. As he admired them more, he smirked at one in particular. He'd got that one as a human and that had been an amusing experience.
As a human, he was notorious for enjoying himself. It wasn't uncommon to have seen him, when he was a human, at a nightclub. He just wandered into them whenever he wanted and raised hell. It had been a Saturday night, well into the late hours. He'd attracted quite a crowd with his behavior, as he'd been seen to be having an awesome time. He'd got even more attention when he'd pulled a daring stunt, climbing up onto the roof and removing his shirt. He'd slid out onto the beams of the rafters of the club, then dangled himself off of it. The men had cheered and rooted fro him, laughing, while the ladies had thought of him as something else. Even though he was clearly a crazed soul, he could see some of the ways those ladies had looked at him. He didn't blame them though, even he had to admit, he'd done a good job with his chest. His favorite past-time had worked out nicely, 'worked out' the operative words. Soaking all the attention up, Nathan hung from the rafter, then put a hand out, signaling to a lady who'd been watching. He conversed with her, trying to flirt. "Hey there hot-stuff. Think you could go get your daddy a Jägerbomb?... That's a girl, I'll pay you back later... How? well, I have no money but if you like what you see..." She gave him a look and went away to get him a drink. Nathan gave a smirk, still hanging upside down and chatted to the men. "And that's how you do it guys. They fall for you in no time. Heh, but of course, I think that technique only works with someone as good-looking as me. "Yeah and as drunk!" Nathaniel scoffed and grinned as he saw the girl come back. Snatching the drink from her hand as she brought it up to his level, the crowd started to chant as he threw the drink down his throat. It ran down his face but he'd impressed them. He sniffed and rubbed his nose once, changing slightly. He then dropped- no, threw the glass on the ground and yelled angrily as it smashed into a million pieces. Suddenly this didn't seem so fun anymore. "GET ME ANOTHER ONE YOU WH--RE!" The crowd started to react as his head felt light. Their voices started to become distant and distorted, as his head grew lighter. It almost felt like it was going to fall off... he couldn't keep his concentration, his strength slipping away and he fell off the rafter. Crashing to the ground, t felt like he was falling forever. After what seemed like hours, he felt his head hit the ground first, then the glass stick into his skin. It hit his face first, then the rest of him...
Wincing at the memory, he felt one of scars twinge. Getting mad at it, he glared at the unconscious human next to him. Neither had manged to get up yet. Still struggling, The Mentalist grumbled and moaned angrily. "It could be Tyler but I doubt it. Don't want to get my hopes up... just leave him Master. If he's not awake in a few minutes, I'll clean up here before we leave, Tyler or not..." The Mentalist then clenched his fist tightly at the mention of the Doctor. "Well consider him dead. If he's alive then I can finish half of what I started. I will kill one of those brothers with my hands. Then I'll find the other. I'll burn Tyler's dead body if I have to, but I WILL DESTROY THEM BOTH!" He was an incredibly stroppy man who'd wound himself up far too much. Managing to struggle to his feet, he wobbled at first, but with a yell of determination, stayed upright. He then went to lean on the Master, a little tired. He looked to Dan & The Master and spoke much more quietly. "Ugh, dammit. I need a drink, can I interest you boys in one?" Swaying slightly on his feet, he waited for a reply.
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Mar 22, 2011 21:31:13 GMT -5
Post by The Master on Mar 22, 2011 21:31:13 GMT -5
The Master watched the Mentalist struggle to rise.
"Hmmm... I've worked alone all my life. Heavy duty and dirty work is no problem to me. It looks like you aren't used to doing that, but you may be right. It would be good to see someone else do all the hard work."
The Master shrugged. "I see no particular virtue to manual labor."
He glared at the unconscious human next to him. Neither had manged to get up yet. Still struggling, The Mentalist grumbled and moaned angrily. "It could be Tyler but I doubt it. Don't want to get my hopes up... just leave him Master. If he's not awake in a few minutes, I'll clean up here before we leave, Tyler or not..." The Mentalist then clenched his fist tightly at the mention of the Doctor. "Well consider him dead. If he's alive then I can finish half of what I started. I will kill one of those brothers with my hands. Then I'll find the other. I'll burn Tyler's dead body if I have to, but I WILL DESTROY THEM BOTH!"
The Master's face split in a broad grin. "That's the spirit! Having a goal in life makes it all worthwhile. And, although it lacks a certain something, there is a charming simplicity to outright murder that my more... convoluted plans have lacked in the past."
Finally, and slightly wobbly, the Mentalist made it to his feet. "Ugh, dammit. I need a drink, can I interest you boys in one?"
"Certainly. Lead the way."
Ten nodded at the officer, putting away his wallet. "Right....and I suppose that this scene has properly been investigated? Were there any witnesses?"
"I don't believe so, sir. It's only been ten, maybe fifteen minutes since everything happened. We're still trying to get the injured out of here and clear the civilians so we can get the bomb squad in."
Ten glanced in the direction that the officer had pointed in. A second explosion. "Do you believe there to be a connection with the first explosion?" Ten asked the man.
"You'd think so, wouldn't you?" The officer shrugged. "But I'm not so sure. There's a good 6 or 7 minute gap between the first and second explosions, and the second was almost more like heavy shrapnel hitting the street."
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Mar 24, 2011 15:44:18 GMT -5
Post by The Tenth Doctor on Mar 24, 2011 15:44:18 GMT -5
The Doctor glanced in the direction of the second explosion. "Well," he said, looking from the site of the first explosion to that of the second, "If they aren't connected, then....then I suppose someone had better investigate the second explosion. I'll be back to check on your progress here...."
Ten fully intended to check on the first explosion, but something that the officer had said sparked his attention about the second one. The second was almost more like heavy shrapnel hitting the street
"Could be alien....maybe...." he thought to himself.
"Is anyone investigating the second explosion yet?" Ten asked. He glanced in the direction once more. He would wait for a reply before heading off in that direction.
________________ Tyler began to gain his consciousness back, enough so that he could hear the men around him. They had said something about going for a drink. Tyler pretended to still be out cold -- he didn't really want to have to interact with them right now. If he could just make it to a police officer, he might be able to report them. The men sounded and acted mean; that was for sure.
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