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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 7, 2011 20:18:27 GMT -5
"Please lead me back I believe I've done all I can."
Bromthiel acknowledged her words with a rhythmic undulation of tentacles, resembling nothing so much as two squids attempting to crawl into a can. "Then you have finished. Come, Adagio, we go. The Time Lords await."
It rolled from the room and turned down the ramp.
After more walking, the unlikely-looking pair returned to where the Meddler and Alec waited. The Meddler had long since finished supergluing the worst of Alec's injuries closed, and was now attempting to engage him in a game of "what's the worst thing they'll do to us".
"See," the Meddler was saying, "You're harder. I don't think you're under permanent banishment from Yith, so I think they'll just get all irritable at you. But me... oh, hey! Adagio's back!"
He climbed to his feet. "Any luck? Were you able to figure out what happened?"
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Post by Adagio Beckett on Sept 7, 2011 21:10:54 GMT -5
Looking rather displeased, Adagio handed over her notes and began to rub her wrists. They were beginning to swell at this point from the pressure applied to them, and she could see that they were even beginning to turn a bit of a different color.
"Sounds like some idiots made a bad mistake and then mutually destroyed the Earth and themselves. Honestly what is everything coming to..." Waving one hand lightly, Adagio kept hold of her wrists and sighed. She would probably need some ice or something for them. She was glad nothing was broken.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 13, 2011 7:40:00 GMT -5
The Meddler actually gaped in shock. "You're kidding me?" he said. "Your planet is wiped out in a retrocausal attack, and it turns out to have been purely a mistake?"
He shook his head disbelievingly. "Wow. Whatever happened to 'intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic', regarding the Earth with envious eyes?" A shrug. "Ah, well. We aren't here to criticize, just to figure out how to stop it. Shall we go."
"You forget, Meddler," Bromthiel boomed, "You were banished from this world. Yet, you returned here."
The Meddler gave Bromthiel a peculiar look as the other members of the Great Race drew closer.
"The others may go," Bromthiel continued. "Alec and Adagio. You face punishment."
Writhing like a nest of snakes, tentacles lashed out for the Meddler.
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Post by Adagio Beckett on Sept 13, 2011 21:24:35 GMT -5
Adagio could only shrug in reply. Strange events happened, and she had come to expect the unexpected when it came to things that did not concern the planet Earth.
While she continued to rub her wrists Adagio was about to say something along the lines of, 'I guess it's time to go' when she heard Bromthiel talking in a less than amicable manner. Looking up, she saw writhing tentacles and began to wave her hands hurriedly.
"Woah there! I can't do anything if you take him away from me. If you take him then I have to stay to."
Grabbing onto the Meddler and pulling him back, Adagio wondered what exactly was going on. This 'great race' seemed less and less great in her eyes the more she saw what they were doing to people.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 22, 2011 22:03:07 GMT -5
"Woah there! I can't do anything if you take him away from me. If you take him then I have to stay to."
The Meddler twisted, impossibly fast, evading the writhing tentacles and dancing backwards out of reach. "Cuckoos and magpies," he sneered, "I did not come here out of any desire to revisit Yith. I came to assist in repairing a damaged timeline - one which your den of pirates has a vested interest in."
Bromthiel began to close in, and the Meddler gestured menacingly at him with a closed fist. "Stand back! Back, I say! Or will you face the anger of a Time Lord?"
Bromthiel halted. "You cannot escape," it boomed, "Yith has weapons of power. We fear you not."
The Meddler's eyes narrowed to slits. "And yet," he began, stepping forward. "And yet..."
Bromthiel and the others rolled back slightly. Suddenly, the Meddler spun on his heels and sprinted away, grabbing Adagio by the hand as he did. "Alec, Adagio!" he shouted, "RUN!"
Booming and hooting in outrage, the Great Race began to roll after them.
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Post by Adagio Beckett on Sept 22, 2011 23:25:31 GMT -5
Adagio was rather scared about everything going on. Her fatigue was kicking in and her wrists were hurting a lot. When the Meddler began to talk, Adagio hoped for the best but was surprised when she was quickly grabbed by the hand and told to run.
Feeling a sharp pain in her wrist, Adagio tried her best to keep pace. She was so exhausted. "Please tell me we aren't far. I don't know if I can keep pace for long." Already panting slightly, Adagio tripped before she regained her footing. Today was simply not her day, not her day at all.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 23, 2011 21:21:00 GMT -5
"I don't know, exactly," the Meddler answered. "A kilometer or two. But we need to get off the main road - that's where they'll check first."
The walls of the city were behind them, as he half-led half-dragged Adagio off the road. Plumes of grey, ashen dust kicked up in their wake. He skidded to a stop as she tripped.
"I'm sorry," he said, looking around quickly. "I didn't think they'd react this badly. Hold on." With that, he scooped her into a fireman's carry and took off running again.
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Post by Adagio Beckett on Sept 24, 2011 12:46:24 GMT -5
"I don't know how much longer I can keep this up."
Stumbling behind as best she could, Adagio was surprised when they came to a halt. Not suspecting it she stumbled into the Meddler. "Sorry dude." Catching her breath, she was startled when she was scooped up and flung over the Meddler's shoulders.
"Holy darn! Seriously, you could have at least given me a warning or something." Feeling rather crushed and useless, Adagio struggled only slightly before giving up. "I just hope we never have to come back to this crazy place. Good riddance and all that jazz." Sighing, she laid as well she could while being carried and coughed at the ashes being kicked up.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 27, 2011 20:09:10 GMT -5
The Meddler kicked the door shut behind him. At best, he figured he had a five minute lead on the search parties, and they'd be scouring the local noosphere and Vortex regions for him as well.
He swung Adagio off his shoulder with a "Excuse me, I'll get you to the Infirmary in just a moment," as he dashed to the console. His fingers flew over the controls like they were the keys of a grand piano, and the crystalline column of the time rotor began to rise and fall as the ancient machine roared to life.
"Brace yourself," he called, "This may get rough."
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Post by Adagio Beckett on Sept 27, 2011 23:02:18 GMT -5
Once again flung around like a rag doll, Adagio crumbled to the floor and sat looking rather wild. Hair going in every which direction and wide eyes made her look mad, but the added bruises helped to bring together a picture of a wild woman just brought out of some kind of jungle.
"Rough is fine as long as we get out of here!" Bracing herself against the Tardis and finding a few bars to hold on as best she could, Adagio awaited the inevitable movement. She was really hoping that this would end soon. She hurt all over and was ready for a nice nap.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 28, 2011 20:46:26 GMT -5
The TARDIS jerked and roared as the Meddler's fingers flew faster and faster over the controls, making minute adjustments as he altered its trajectory through the Vortex. Four display screens floated in the air around him, showing firing solutions and approach vectors.
The Great Race was bringing its full might to bear on the fleeing TARDIS.
The noospheric envelope of Yith seethed as psychic weapons were unleashed, attempting to halt the TARDIS by inhibiting and degrading the awareness of the ship's intelligence. Parasentient foamclusters latched onto the hull, attempting to pull the ship apart Planck-sized bit by Planck-sized bit. Entropic enhancers caused neutrons to decay rapidly, flaking bits of the TARDIS into the Vortex.
"You want to play that way?" the Meddler snarled. "My ship is construction equipment, Cuckoos..."
He rotated 60 degrees around the console, bringing another panel to life. "No artistry in this," he grimaced as he entered commands, "but that's not the point right now, is it? Hold on!"
The TARDIS hooked into one of the tertiary Anchor Lines, and ripped. As it did, the passengers on board were shaken and thrown violently, as if the ship were caught in a typhoon.
"Timequake, Cuckoos!" the Meddler shouted into the console. "Deal with that!"
Outside, the Vortex seemed to explode into chaos. The expanding ripples washed across Yith, randomly throwing pieces of the planet through different temporal ages, threatening the stability of the world itself...
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Post by Adagio Beckett on Sept 29, 2011 0:02:38 GMT -5
Adagio told herself she would not scream, she was completely safe, but telling and doing were two different things. Flung about, Adagio screamed knowing it did little good. For a moment she dangled from her anchored position and then fell back to the ground with a thump.
"What is going on?"
Yelling over the commotion, Adagio continued to hold on hoping that all this would not last much longer. To think, if she had just never gone outside during that party she would not be dealing with this right now, but she would also not be alive. What a bummer...
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 6, 2011 22:03:46 GMT -5
"What is going on?" he heard Adagio yell.
"I've shredded the near now of Yith," the Meddler cackled. "Local spacetime is distorted for years and parsecs around. That'll keep them at bay."
He took a deep breath and turned to face her, a serious tone in his voice but a broad grin on his face. "They'll probably start hunting me now, but they'll have a devil of a time finding me."
By the time he'd crossed the console room and helped her to her feet, he'd turned completely serious. "What happened to your wrists?" he asked, concerned. "Come on, let's have the Infirmary look at you. Then you can tell me what happened and what you found out."
The armatures of the central crystal pillar of the infirmary hummed and whistled as they moved around her wrist, rebuilding damaged tissue. The sensation as they worked was modestly unpleasant, a pins and needles "sleeping" feeling.
"So," the Meddler asked from his perched on the opposite bed, "What happened? And where are we going?"
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Post by Adagio Beckett on Oct 7, 2011 7:39:10 GMT -5
Cringing at the uncomfortable feeling, Adagio looked up from her own thoughts and at the Meddler.
"While I was in the archives I met another member of the Great Race, he called himself Peter. I told him what the situation was on Earth, I wasn't really thinking it all the way through. He grabbed me by the wrists in his hysteria and wouldn't let go."
Biting her lip Adagio looked back up at the Meddler and away from her wrists.
"Peter told me he was human and that the Great Race stole his body and put him there. IT's absolutely monstrous."
Looking away again knowing she could do nothing about that situation, Adagio sighed.
"My little notepad has everything in it. Sounds like we need to hunt down some wandering Caliganians. " Motioning towards the side of the bed, Adagio pointed to her notepad and then wondered how much longer it would take for her wrists to heal.
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 7, 2011 22:27:19 GMT -5
"While I was in the archives I met another member of the Great Race, he called himself Peter. I told him what the situation was on Earth, I wasn't really thinking it all the way through. He grabbed me by the wrists in his hysteria and wouldn't let go."
Biting her lip Adagio looked back up at the Meddler and away from her wrists.
"Peter told me he was human and that the Great Race stole his body and put him there. IT's absolutely monstrous."
"I probably should have mentioned that they do that, yeah. It's their means of time travel." He smiled, humorlessly. "There's a reason we called them Cuckoos, and it isn't because we thought they were crazy."
"My little notepad has everything in it. Sounds like we need to hunt down some wandering Caliganians. "
"Caliganians... caliganians..." he thought about that for a moment. "I can't say I recognize the name. But I'm sure we can find something about them in the Library." He smiled. "My library, I mean."
Motioning towards the side of the bed, Adagio pointed to her notepad and then wondered how much longer it would take for her wrists to heal.
He grabbed the notepad, then caught her looking at her wrists. "Don't worry. Shouldn't be more than another couple of minutes. The damage looked far worse than it actually was."
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