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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 16, 2011 6:20:43 GMT -5
The Meddlers watched the Specialist step through the mirror, followed by the Could've-Been King. They looked around, one last time.
The Shining City shone no more. Corpses and rubble choked the streets. The sun had gone out, and the moon had nearly cracked the mantle as it rained down on the surface. The only light in the heavens now came from the crackle of exotic weapons as war TARDISes and battle saucers and winged things conjured out of the realms of possibility by the King warred for supremacy.
The Halls were aflame. The Cruciform was fallen. The Panopticon shimmered as Dalek weaponry stressed the final transduction barriers. Deep inside, Rassilon plotted the final sanction.
"Get..." the wounded Meddler hissed, "Get... out of... here. She... needs you."
Sisi? The Specialist? That wasn't really the question. The answer was both.
One by one, the Meddlers stepped through the mirror.
The Redcap circled, looking for an opening as the Princess tore into the Time Lord. They both talked too much, he decided, but he could appreciate the violence. And then, the Princess was on the ground again as the Time Lord swayed and fought for balance.
There was his opening.
"Chlanna nan con thigibh a so's gheibh sibh feoil!" he roared again, charging.
Xandavier raised his left hand, and waved it in the direction of the charging goblin. A terrible, and terribly familiar, keening emanated from his hand - like singing turned to a terrible purpose. The Redcap's flesh shredded from his bones, and the four goblins behind him exploded.
The shifting bubbles in the door agitated more and more violently.
The terribly familiar sound of the keening changed pitch and tone, becoming soothing. White flame played about Xandavier's wounds, healing them.
With a subtle smile, Xandavier raised his left hand, displaying a heavy ring of platinum engraved with Gallifreyan sigils. "Your mother and I," he said, "are very disappointed in you, Sisilaya."
The silence, the sense of solitude, crashed down over the Meddler like a physical weight. He was alone again, alone inside his head, cut off from the subtle telepathic signals that all Time Lords took for granted. His doubles were gone, dissolved into the quantum foam, living out their yoctosecond lives.
He would have wept, if he'd had time.
Instead, he drew himself to his full height and tapped the silver head of his cane on the stone floor.
"My Lord Xandavier," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm as he invoked the full weight of the traditions of Gallifrey, "To what do we owe the honor of this visit to my House?"
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Sept 16, 2011 13:04:51 GMT -5
She heaved, spitting out blood from her mouth after she was thrown to the floor, having gotten another elbow to the face. She had lost count on how many times he had hit her, the rage inside of her starting to begin slowing by the sheer amount of physical pain her body was in. She rolled the arm he had attempted to dislocate before she kicked the dagger still stuck in his foot, sitting up as she glared at him. She again spat out the blood still pooling in her mouth, she knew she was still leaking blood from her nose but didn't seem to care to wipe it away any more. At least she landed him a good few blows in return, they were turning the console room into a bloodied battlefield.
"It had your blood in it so it was your concern, free birth or not. Or do you always deny responsibility for your own actions? You were the one that put me there after all" She snarled lowly as she started to get up.
Thats when he blasted the goblin to oblivion with a type of energy that made her eyes wide in horror. She knew that energy pattern, that look. She cried out as four other goblins behind it exploded as well, their flesh staining the walls of the TARDIS.
When the same white flamed healed her fathers wounds she paled, the blood on her face contrasting more and more with her wide green eyes. No..no.. that..
"Ma.." she whispered in horror.
With a subtle smile, Xandavier raised his left hand, displaying a heavy ring of platinum engraved with Gallifreyan sigils. "Your mother and I," he said, "are very disappointed in you, Sisilaya."
She was immediately on her feet.
"That's ma's! What did you do to her you monster!" She screamed, her voice echoing in an inhuman way as her green eyes started to radiate the energy coursing through her, the glow so brightly it illuminated her face in a slight green hue.
She was going to kill him.
"My Lord Xandavier," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm as he invoked the full weight of the traditions of Gallifrey, "To what do we owe the honor of this visit to my House?"
She stilled, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes as she heard that voice again, a voice she identified with a feeling of safety, relief flooded over her. He had returned, finally.
"Robin.." The sound of her voice echoed as she stared at him standing by the doors, her eyes were so brightly aglow that her pupils weren't visible any more.
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Post by Seren Ash on Sept 16, 2011 16:41:09 GMT -5
The Specialist stepped up beside the Meddler. Aftereffects still causing the healthy glow that surrounded her. She was silent for a moment, as she listened to the Meddler. Then she stopped and listened to the young woman on the floor. Not so much listened as in heard what they were saying. She was listening to how they were, what their ticking felt like. How strong they were in that, and how far others were from the end of their timeline. Her head turned now as she faced Xandavier.
"It would be interesting to know, what you are doing, in someone else's home. Uninvited mind you." She said as she crossed her arms and stared right at him. "It's rather impolite, especially from a high standing." She said with a soft chuckle as she turned her attention to look for King. She was focused on making sure the creature was ok now. She didn't mind, for some reason, having him follow them.
She wondered what sort of damage he could do to Xandavier, if he wanted to.
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Post by Xandavier on Sept 16, 2011 21:51:36 GMT -5
"That's ma's! What did you do to her you monster!" She screamed, her voice echoing in an inhuman way as her green eyes started to radiate the energy coursing through her, the glow so brightly it illuminated her face in a slight green hue.
He met the burning green eyes without flinching. "When she was burned alive, it left a perfectly functional energy matrix behind." A shrug. "So I put it to use. It's proven remarkably useful."
And then he heard the voices. Unexpected voices.
"My Lord Xandavier," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm as he invoked the full weight of the traditions of Gallifrey, "To what do we owe the honor of this visit to my House?"
"It would be interesting to know, what you are doing, in someone else's home. Uninvited mind you." She said as she crossed her arms and stared right at him. "It's rather impolite, especially from a high standing."
"'S'up, dude?"
He turned, positioning himself to be able to observe his daughter as he looked at the newcomers. Two of them were known to him. Two of them made him flinch in disgust at their unnatural aspects within Time. Still, manners were manners...
"My Lord the Meddler," he said in thin tones of distaste, bowing a shallow bow. "My Lady the Specialist," the bow was deeper and more respectful. "And... ah, but I fear I have not had the... pleasure." The distaste was less concealed.
The abomination in the fedora took a step and appeared before him without crossing the intervening space. "The Could've-Been King," he said cheerfully, grabbing and shaking Xandavier's hand vigorously. "A pleasure. A real pleasure. Xandavier, right?" He looked around. "Musta been some wild party... oh, hey! Who's the hottie?"
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Post by The Master on Sept 16, 2011 22:00:20 GMT -5
The Could've-Been King stepped between spaces, appearing to the right of and slightly behind Sisi. "Hellooo nurse!" he exclaimed, then stopped and slapped himself. "Right, right, manners." He straightened himself up, doffed his hat, and bowed low.
"Allow me to introduce myself," he said, "I am the Could've-Been King. And you, fair maiden, appear to be in some distress. Pray tell the source of your distress, that I may remove it and earn - if I am not too bold - a single smile from your lips..."
And then he did a double take. "Sisilaya? Is that you?"
A step, and he was next to the Meddler as he stalked towards the console, eyes on Xandavier. "Dad," he said, falling in beside him, "you did not mention Sisilaya was on board, or that she grew up, or that she grew up to be smokin' in leather!" His expression grew earnest. "This is the sort of data a man needs to know, dad!"
Another step, and he stood on Sisi's left. "I think dad's gonna try an' murder Xandavier pretty professionally. They've got kind of a history You wanna go get a drink or something, let them hash it out?"
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 16, 2011 22:56:07 GMT -5
The Meddler stroked a finger over the surface of the navigational panel as he took in the TARDIS. There was blood splashed everywhere, red human blood and orange Gallifreyan blood, and small sticky masses that had once been living things.
There were goblins, hissing and terrified, clutching weapons and staring at Xandavier.
There were brownies on the console. "My Meddler!" one squeaked, then fell backwards to the floor with a thump.
Sisi's face was a mask of blood, etched with pain and fear and relief.
He checked the diagnostic controls. They indicated an aborted ego buffer purge, less than 0.1% complete.
A vise seemed to grip his hearts.
"My Lord Xandavier," he said in tones of ice, "you have murdered my guests. You have assaulted my Niece."
"Your Niece, my Lord the Meddler?" Xandavier mocked. "You claim her as your Niece? You have no House with which to make that claim, abomination. You cast it away with your humanity."
The Meddler turned to face him. "She is my Niece, my Lord Xandavier, and I am her Uncle, and she is of my House. The House Unmade." A pause. "And, if there is any justice in the Spiral Politic, she is my daughter and I am her father."
Xandavier sneered. "That would be convenient, my Lord the Meddler. For it would rid me of the shame of having sired, like an animal, a half-breed."
The Meddler's face twisted with cold fury. "And you have, my Lord Xandavier, done injury to my TARDIS."
"Injury, my Lord the Meddler? I performed only routine maintenance."
The two Time Lords stared hard at each other. "My Lord Xandavier," the Meddler said, "if you would do me the honor of drawing your blade and preparing to defend yourself, why, I should esteem you my friend and consider myself the happiest of men."
"You wish, then, to play?" Xandavier gestured with his right hand, and the cold iron blade lifted into his grasp. "Well, and I seem to be suitably equipped for sport."
"Then, my friend, let us play." The Meddler lunged forward as if he were miming a sword thrust.
(OOC: Obviously, Xandavier and the Meddler have gone full-bore ultra-formal in their hatred. Feel free to interject yourselves however desired while they try to murder each other.)
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Sept 17, 2011 4:25:11 GMT -5
She was wounded, close to full rage and this guy was flirting with her? The moment she heard the "hello nurse!" she felt like she wanted to punch him, if her body wasn't bleeding or aching from several places. So she just settled to giving him a half hearted glare.
She stiffened though when he heard him talk to Robin. Dad. Robin never told that he had a son. It's then that she finally took a good look at the 'Would Have Been-King', is that what he said? Her eyes widened in recognition. It was him, the man from the mirror, the man with the blood surrounding his mouth.
Then there was the woman, it must be.. it must be the woman he made the promise to. The woman he very nearly gave his life for, the woman he had done this entire trip for. If Sisi had been less then she was right now, part would have blamed the woman for what had transpired, for taking the Meddler away from her. But one glance at Xandavier she knew that it wouldn't have mattered, if Robin hadn't gone this time or another time, Xandavier would have taken any chance to get his filthy hand on her or the TARDIS.
She staggered, her side burned from a rather vicious blow to her abdomen. The blood was still leaking from her mouth. The glow in her eyes started to brighten up again as she saw Robin and Xandavier starting to face off like like she wasn't even there. She wanted to cry out, that this was her fight, that she had wanted to kill him since she was but a child.
But perhaps this distraction would help her. She had completely ignored the younger man's words up till now
"I think dad's gonna try an' murder Xandavier pretty professionally. They've got kind of a history You wanna go get a drink or something, let them hash it out?"
"He's mine" She snarled lowly and with that she left him, walking across the console slowly as she gathered her knives again, one blood stained. Robin wasn't getting him on his own.
The moment Robin was leaving a blow, she would step in and leave another blow from the back.
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Post by Seren Ash on Sept 17, 2011 14:12:47 GMT -5
The Specialist slipped over to the console, as she listened calmly to the fight behind her. Her fingertips spread across the console as she began to work gently at the controls. "Shhh, don't worry sweetheart, I'm a good friend. Names The Specialist." She said lightly as she began to caress the console with long strokes of her fingers. She was entering in commands, mostly to hopefully undo the damage to her controls, that Xandavier had done.
The Specialist worked quickly, while they were in the middle of fighting. Her hands moving rapidly, and then she pressed her palms to the console. "So girl, do you want the powerboost, or should I shove it all at Meddler and his daughter? I still have so much to give..." She whispered as her palms pressed to the console, her eyes closing as she began to glow more gently this time.
It wasn't anything major, just a soft glow. Produced by the power that she still had access too. She didn't know exactly what she should do with it. What she did know, was that her stomach was doing backflips, at least that's what it felt like. She felt an ache, as if something was kicking very very hard. So not only had she become pregnant, but she was far enough along that it was kicking. That made her feel wonderful.
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Post by Xandavier on Sept 17, 2011 19:39:30 GMT -5
Xandavier concentrated, then parried empty air about two feet from the Meddler's hand. The parry drew the Meddler's arm slightly out of line, and he feinted at his head before lunging at his abdomen. With a sweep of his arm, the Meddler parried the thrust with nothing, about three feet from his hand. Xandavier slid his own blade down empty air, and felt it slip free.
"Sombras y cortas, my Lord the Meddler?" he asked as he circled left.
"A telekinetically sheathed blade, my Lord Xandavier?" came the Meddler's response, as he followed the circular motion.
"But of course, my Lord the Meddler," Xandavier responded, "I felt a desire to continue to have a blade after the first exchange..."
Xandavier was feeling far more nervous than he allowed himself to look, and he rapidly analyzed his situation.
The weapon forms of venyu sankido were limited against the abomination he faced - without a temporal shadow, he couldn't attempt to visualize his future actions - and the Meddler seemed a competent swordsman.
The psychic component of venyu sankido would avail him nothing. He could see that much, looking at the strangely roiled surface of the Meddler's noosphere.
Then there was the problem of the Meddler's conceptual blade. Infinitely sharp and invisible, it was a dangerous weapon to face.
Oh, and finally, there were the others. The Specialist and the other abomination might or might not interfere. Sisilaya certainly would.
No, this was untenable. He would have to do something, and soon.
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Post by The Master on Sept 17, 2011 19:46:48 GMT -5
"He's mine" She snarled lowly and with that she left him, walking across the console slowly as she gathered her knives again, one blood stained.
"That's cool," the Could've-Been King said watching her stalk towards Xandavier.
All right, in all honesty, he was watching just slightly below waist level as she stalked away.
Then he sat where he was, and completed the motion by landing in the Meddler's wing-backed chair. Wiggling a little to get comfortable, he watched Xandavier and the Meddler circle each other, and Sisi try to get a good angle. "Should be fun," he remarked. "Better with some popcorn, though." He waited for a second, then looked disappointed as none was forthcoming.
And then his attention was caught by the uncovered Mirror. He regarded it, and smiled thoughtfully.
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 17, 2011 20:39:06 GMT -5
The duel was a series of quick bursts of rapid motion, followed by long moments of circling for position. No more words were wasted as the two Time Lords settled down to the grim task of trying to kill each other as rapidly as possible.
In less than a minute, the Meddler had spotted a pattern. Any time Sisi was out of Xandavier's line of sight he shifted his stance, trying to keep her visible. I can use this, he decided.
They moved, looking for openings. The fight was eerily quiet, Xandavier's sword making no sound as it met the nonexistant resistance of the Meddler's 'shadow that cuts'. All that was heard was breathing, footsteps, and the rustle of clothing.
Well, and the shrieking of the goblins as they cheered on Robin Goodfellow and their Princess. Goblins are never quiet.
Shifting position, the Meddler circled right and positioned Xandavier between himself and Sisi. As soon as he saw Xandavier alter his position, he stepped in and slashed at shoulder level.
Xandavier twisted, blocking the Meddler's slash by smashing his left forearm into the Meddler's wrist. At the same Xandavier's right arm blurred and the Meddler cried out as the cold iron blade was buried to the hilt in his stomach.
"Another few centuries of practice, my Lord the Meddler," Xandavier hissed, twisting the blade, "and your abnormalities might have made you genuinely dangerous." He tore the blade free.
Clutching at his abdomen, making a weak gagging sound, the Meddler fell to his knees, slipped in a spreading pool of his own blood, and crashed face first to the ground.
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Sept 18, 2011 4:08:56 GMT -5
She too noticed that Xandavier always tried to keep her in his line of sight and the look on Robins face told her he had noticed that too. She tried to keep moving in such a way that Xandavier would be forced to turn his back to either one of them, her hands started to clutch around the hilts of her dagger as Xandavier started to get distracted as Robin came in for an attack, she immaterially snuck in closer. This might be her chance.
Till her father's blade slipped into Robin's stomach and she felt like the air got just punched out of her system. She trembled for a moment as she saw Robin stagger, gagging as orange blood started to slip from his mouth.
"Another few centuries of practice, my Lord the Meddler," Xandavier hissed, twisting the blade, "and your abnormalities might have made you genuinely dangerous." He tore the blade free.
She moved immediately, before the blade was even slipped out of her Godfather, she lunged and drove both her daggers all the way into Xandaviers back, aims straight at both his hearts, clutching onto the hilts as they stuck out of his back, applying her weight to them.
"If he dies, you're going with him" She hissed in his ear.
She then clenched her teeth as her green eyes glowed up brightly again, indicating a surge of energy to come. The energy burst from her hands as she opened her mouth in a scream, it surging into the hilts and into his body, smothering down any of her mothers energy he might try and use. The golden energy flow was so strong it did more bad then good in it''s explosiveness. Tearing at tissue around the blades deeply embedded in his body.
To the other Time Lords in the room, the golden light and mist surrounding the hilts in Xandaviers back looked eerily familiar.
She gritted her teeth in malice, seeing Robin bleeding on the ground sent her into some sort of over drive.
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Post by Xandavier on Sept 18, 2011 21:04:24 GMT -5
Xandavier gasped as two razor-sharp blades tore into his back, scraped along his ribs, and ripped deep through muscle and pleural sack and lung tissue. The sudden weight crashing into him drove him to his knees, forced him to brace himself with his hands, in an unconscious imitation of the Meddler.
"If he dies, you're going with him" She hissed in his ear.
Golden fire burned in the wounds, countering his body's natural regenerative processes and the healing powers of the ring he wore.
"then," he gasped, his voice small and soft from the lack of air, "i... present you... with a... choice..."
He struggled to speak, feeling the blades saw at his muscles with every motion, his lungs filling with fluid. "you... can certainly... kill me... now," he whispered, "all... you need do... is... sacrifice... the meddler..."
The pain was almost overwhelming, even drawing on the full resources of his ring. A silvery-white glow, reminiscent of the mallomourn trees of lost Gallifrey, shifted and danced in an aurora display with the golden radiance from Sisilaya.
"because... he will certainly... die... before you... can help him... if you... kill me..."
He concentrated, and the silvery-white glow strengthened for a moment. "so... have your revenge..." A gasp for air. "kill me... kill the meddler... burn your... mother's matrix away..." He coughed in agony, blood and fluid gushing from his mouth. "make me... proud..."
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Post by Seren Ash on Sept 20, 2011 16:42:27 GMT -5
The Specialist ripped herself away from the console, after repairing what she could. She was still glowing, and it seemed that the man had forgotten she was even there. Just as well, since that gave her the element of surprise. Her breath rushed from her as she spun around, her hand slamming down to the blade at her waist. Drawing it free as it began to glow with a bright energy. She pressed the tip to the gem on her forehead, and then channeled all the gathered energy.
She twisted out her hand, ripping the ring from Xandavier. "You will not have that!" She exclaimed, glowing with an inner light as she ran over. Catching the ring in her hand and crouching next to the Meddler. She slipped the ring on to his finger, and then transferred a portion of her energy to him. She kissed him gently on the forehead, a soft golden light pouring from her and over him. Then she whipped around and threw out her hand, her eyes glowing as she slammed a burst of energy into Sisi. Not one that would damage the girl.
Instead it was enough energy, that Sisi might find herself quite a bit stronger then she ever thought she might be in the next few hundred years. The Specialist released a shout, as she collapsed to her knees, leaning on the sword and staring at Xandavier. A rather malicious gleam in her eyes. "No one, hurts those in my care." She hissed to him, a laugh leaving her. "You of all people should know that, Xandavier. I am Tracenista, of the Royal House of Gallifrey, and you have tread on the wrong grounds. I leave you to the loving care of the daughter you have damaged so much."
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Post by Xandavier on Sept 20, 2011 23:29:12 GMT -5
The ring torn away from his left hand, Xandavier howled in mortal agony as his daughter's blades and power burned in his back.
The Specialist released a shout, as she collapsed to her knees, leaning on the sword and staring at Xandavier. A rather malicious gleam in her eyes. "No one, hurts those in my care." She hissed to him, a laugh leaving her. "You of all people should know that, Xandavier. I am Tracenista, of the Royal House of Gallifrey, and you have tread on the wrong grounds. I leave you to the loving care of the daughter you have damaged so much.
"you..." he gasped out, writhing in agony, "you... failed... the deca... the academ... all... of that... generation..." He fumbled at his waist. "failed... your... house..."
There was a faint click, and something made of onyx and ebony wrapped around him, encasing him in armor. The knives embedded in his back sheared away, the hilts flying free the blades buried in his body. With a sudden motion, the armor hurled itself through the door, vanishing into the depths of the Vortex.
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