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Post by izzysmith on Aug 24, 2011 23:08:00 GMT -5
Paris 1981:
From the moment Izzy stole the Vortex manipulator he had always wanted to see this show out of any other in this century.
Yves Montand was singing live at the Paris Olympia. thanks to the psychic paper that he always carried with him he was able to get back stage and meet him. however he was not expecting to run into Sara Jane Smith.
Yves could wait. he had met Sarah before back when she was traveling with the doctor. this Sarah was older and much more mature. he wondered what on earth show could be doing here?
he knew it couldn't be good. when the doctor was involved it was never good. "Sara Jane Smith, what the heck are you doing here!"
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 27, 2011 14:59:09 GMT -5
The post had come on the day of her 34th birthday. It was perfectly vague, and quintessentially Izzy Smith. And so she found herself outside the Paris Olympia dressed to the nines in muted red silk and hoping she was about to be treated to the sweet, storytelling singing of Yves Montand and Izzy's tasteful, flamboyant company. She blinked when she saw him, for he hadn't changed a day since she last saw him. He looked smashing as always. It was a shock to see how drastically time looped they were. That was never a good sign. Nor was the confused look on his face. "You sent me a post asking me to meet you here." She replied, confused that he is confused. "If that is a surprise to you, what are you doing here?"  |
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Post by izzysmith on Aug 27, 2011 15:18:58 GMT -5
"Well Yves and I had a thing once back in the 60's..." Said Izzy vaguely with this far off look on his face. then he snapped back to reality and looked at Sara Jane.
"Wait, I sent you a post?" He took the letter and examined it carefully. his eyes widened in Horror. it was his handwriting all right.
notare dome, the Angels and damons
"Well there goes my holiday..." said Izzy with a rather annoyed look on his face. "How did you get backstage by the way?"
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 27, 2011 16:14:24 GMT -5
She laughed. "Izzy, you're not difficult to find in a crowd. I'm an investigative reporter and the easiest way to find you is to track where you left your pants. As for backstage- " She grinned and pulled a small set of lock picks from her cleavage and brandished them a moment before tucking them back. Now- " Her voice turned more serious, "tell me you're making that face because you are appalled that you forgot to write a note that included better directions. And what was all that about angels and damons I thought you meant men."
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Post by izzysmith on Aug 27, 2011 16:26:48 GMT -5
"The Damon's are aliens from outer space that look like, well demons. I first encountered them back in world war II when i was with the R.A.F" explained Izzy charging out the door down the street. "Nice dress by the way."
as he made his way down the streets of Paris towards the old church he went on. "Tell me Sarah, have you ever heard the legend of the weeping angels?"
as he listened to what Sarah Jane had to say, he reached into his bag pulling out a scanner for rift activity in the area. The angles were perhaps one of the most deadly creatures in the universe. one was all it took. god help them if there was more than one. the Damons were easy to defeat compared to the weeping angels
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 27, 2011 16:35:26 GMT -5
She went along beside him, heels clicking on the streets. She was quite pleased he liked her dress. Izzy had impeccable tasted. "Thank you." she said quite cordially before lighting into him.
"You're holiday? It's my birthday Izzy, I thought we were going to to the show." She almost pouted. "And no, I haven't heard of the Weeping Angels or the damons. Izzy Smith, what are you dragging me into this time? Where are we going, and what are you looking for with that?"
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Post by izzysmith on Aug 27, 2011 16:56:25 GMT -5
"Its your birthday!" said Izzy surprised. "well if we live threw this remind me to get you something!" said Izzy
before he knew it they were standing in front of the legendary Notre dome cathedral. the arcane structure towered over them like something dark and foreboding.
"Look at all these missing posters!" Izzy noted. as he looked closer he noticed that all of them had gone missing near the church. a clue if ever he saw one. "just as i thought, you see sara the weeping angels look like statues when you look at them. but the moment you turn your back they come to life and kill. whatever you do should you see one, don't blink!"
But little did they know, that as they stood down below in the square that they were being watched from the high towers by something sinister...
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 27, 2011 19:33:04 GMT -5
"Well, I'll tell you what I want next year, a less exciting birthday. And please call me Sarah Jane. Iz." she butchered his name to make the point. She was fairly aggravated, but that was muted by the simple pleasure of seeing him.
"Alright then, no blinking. I hear you. But how do you tell which ones they are? I mean before they kill you? I mean, good Queen Elisabeth, Izzy, look where we are, there are Angel statues everywhere. Tell me that gadget you've got can read them."
She is frowning at the missing posters trying put two and two together with the other three things she didn't understand.
"I'm going to have quite the word with your future self, Izzy."
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Post by izzysmith on Aug 27, 2011 21:13:47 GMT -5
"Izzy, look where we are, there are Angel statues everywhere" said Sarah Jane
Izzy's eyes winded in horror. He took five steps back marveling at the many angels that say perched upon the building. "that's what worries me Sarah Jane. there is not supposed to be any angel statues on Notre Dame..."
he turned to Sara Jane with a worried look on his face. it wasn't like Izzy to be afraid, of anything... "But I still don't understand why i wrote that bit about the daemons?"
that's when he realized something strange about the note...
"Sara Jane, when did you say that you received this note?"
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 27, 2011 21:28:20 GMT -5
She is watching the weeping Angels for the first time. In the years to come, she would spend quite a bit of time staring these creatures down. Right now, all she can think is, 'they are so lovely'. She shoots a frown at Izzy Smith, wondering if he is teasing her and this is all some big lark. One glance tells her it is no joke. He is sincerely worried.
"Izzy, it's February first, 2081, Izzy. What do you know? You know something, you got me here, spill."
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Post by izzysmith on Aug 27, 2011 22:29:48 GMT -5
"Sara Jane, this note. its old look see how the paper is faded and yellowing!" said Izzy showing her the paper. he waited to hear Sarah Jane's reply.
That's when he looked over at the posters of all the missing people.
"With a touch, a Weeping Angel can send a person into the past, to before his own birth. The Angels feed off the "potential energy" of the years their victims would have lived in the present."
"And that's not all.."
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 27, 2011 23:14:30 GMT -5
She was a pretty quick pick up.
"Well then, my dear, I'd better keep a close eye on you. I don't think you're the Izzy Smith I was supposed to find. We better start looking for you. And be careful or I'll be looking for both of you."
She too examined the missing persons posters. "It looks like the Weeping Angels have been at it for a while. Or your friends the damons."
Then Izzy let the other shoe drop
"Just spit it out Izzy, tell me the rest so we can keep your 'potential energy' all the same place." She gave a very bold look as to where she thought Izzy might be storing his potential energy. They were nice pants.
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Post by izzysmith on Aug 28, 2011 11:57:28 GMT -5
"Just spit it out Izzy, tell me the rest so we can keep your 'potential energy' all the same place."
"Those angels that you were marveling at a minute ago... they're gone!"
Sarah couldn't have looked away for more than a second but they were gone. my god were they fast. Izzy looked around wondering if perhaps they were onto them. they didn't seem to be around.
"come on lets go inside the church and ask the priest if he knows anything. if their is one thing I've learned Sarah Jane its never trust the church."
Izzy made his way inside going up to one of the priests. flashing his psychic paper. "excuse me were with the Paris gazette we were wondering if we could speak to someone in charge."
"that would be father Newman" he said
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 28, 2011 12:25:39 GMT -5
Now she knew he wasn't pulling her leg. The Angel statues were gone between one glance and the next. Every hair she had stood straight out from her skin and she shivered. Then she took a deep breath and collected herself.
"Good idea Izzy." She said walking up the stairs with him and buttoning up her soft gray leather bolero jacket. She was definitely not dressed for church. "Just for the record, I don't trust anybody." She hoped there were no nuns around to tell her to kneel down so they could make sure her skirt touched the floor. She knew this outfit would not pass muster. The pair of them could pass easily as the press, though. She gave Izzy a flicker of a surprised glance when he pulled out the little paper. In her eyes, it simply said 'Run' but to the cleric at the door, it apparently said something else. Hmm. She had a press pass to the Gazette right in her purse, but apparently Izzy had it covered somehow. She must ask as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
She pulled out a small pad of entirely regular paper. It had her grocery list on the top page, but she pretended to search and to find a name there.
"Yes. Father Newman. That would be lovely if we could speak with him please." She flashed her best 'wouldn't you like to have us both over for tea?' smile that usually got her in anywhere.
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Post by izzysmith on Aug 28, 2011 13:49:03 GMT -5
"Of course my child. he is in the library"
"Thank you." said Izzy.
as he made his way down the isle with Sarah Jane, he looked over at her with an ecstatic look upon his face and said, "My that was smashing. we were just like Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell!"
Father Newman sat at his desk going threw some old books that looked hundreds of years old. suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Yes, Come in." he bellowed
Izzy stepped in threw with Sara Jane.
He sat at his desk looking like the great and powerful Oz...
Father Newman was and older man in his late fifties perhaps. From his accent you could tell he was an american. He had very neatly combed black hair with a bit of graying at the tempels. however his face had rather villainous features.
Izzy took one look at him and said. "I should have known you would have something to do with this."
"Hey there Kiddo..." Said the Priest smiling a Wicked chess ire grin
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