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Post by Alec Harrison on Oct 7, 2011 23:26:05 GMT -5
No, Alec shot back, pulling away as she "spoke." He had allowed the healing to take place, but he just didn't believe she cared for him. Not many truly did.
Before long, an ugly little creature by the name of Tonks conversed with the Meddler. Alec was quite amused, raising his eyebrows. He could see Robin was busy, so he didn't comment.
He laughed, and the shuddering of the hull and the roaring of the Time Rotor made it seem as if the TARDIS laughed with him. "You sulfurous and thought-executing fires, vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, singe my head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, smite flat the thick rotundity o' th' world!"
"I will help you fight them, or avoid them, on one condition," he assured them, "You must give me possession of one of those creatures, right here, right now."
As usual, he was ignoring the largest, most important thing happening.
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 7, 2011 23:29:27 GMT -5
"I will help you fight them, or avoid them, on one condition," he assured them, "You must give me possession of one of those creatures, right here, right now."
"They're not my property, Alec!" the Meddler laughed, hanging on to the console. "They're people! But if one wants to go with you, he has my leave!"
There was a tugging at Alec's pants leg. "My name be Wember, my lord," said a small creature. "And there be no room for advancement in my Lord Robin's service. As he has given leave, I shall travel with ye, should ye wish."
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Post by Alec Harrison on Oct 7, 2011 23:37:25 GMT -5
"They're not my property, Alec!" the Meddler laughed, hanging on to the console. "They're people! But if one wants to go with you, he has my leave!"
Alec got onto the other side of the console so that he was facing him.
"Agreed!" he laughed as well, "They respect you, couldn't you give one a nudge in my direction? I need a housekeeper. As you may know, Sister of mine isn't good at that!"
There was a tugging at Alec's pants leg. "My name be Wember, my lord," said a small creature. "And there be no room for advancement in my Lord Robin's service. As he has given leave, I shall travel with ye, should ye wish."
Alec shot the Meddler a grin and a thumbs up.
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Oct 8, 2011 15:08:13 GMT -5
If she was hurt by Alec's denial of her, she didn't show it, By the time they had finished she had turned to Robin again, who was jumping around the controls like a mad man.
She grinned, her eyes flitting about the console room as Robin geared up the TARDIS, she grabbed onto a rail to hold on and laugh, merrily as he once again started quoting those words he had said so long ago. She squeaked and giggled, something almost out of character for her as the TARDIS trembled beneath their feet. Unlike Robin, she could actually feel what the TARDIS was doing, it wasn't that the ride was straining the god like creature, on the contrary, the goddess was so exited that the hull could barely contain her eagerness. It was like a child breaking out to play.
The exchange of a Brownie from Robin's to Alec's care put a smile on her face, the small creature clinging to Alec's pants leg. Alec was a lucky one, that one was one of the smarter ones in the bunch they had, along with Tonks. She wasn't surprised that the small creature looked for something more exiting outside of the care of this flock.
Sisi widened her eyes slightly in realisation as Alec spoke of this "Sister of Mine". That was the creature Xandavier had sent after her.
"Wait, that sister of mine belonged to you?"
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 9, 2011 0:46:18 GMT -5
To the approaching Sidhe - powerful beings of almost pure energy, but with almost no perception of the higher dimensions of spacetime that comprised the Vortex - the dimly-sensed TARDIS began to dwindle. And then the universe itself went mad around them.
The outrider, Baretmaus, was shredded into random energetic particles as the time storm erupted. The others fared better, tossed like corks in a hurricane, hurled into distant stretches of spacetime as the universe stretched and folded around them.
The Meddler clung to the console, watching the results with satisfaction. "That's taken care of!" he shouted above the howling of the storm. "Now for the clever part!"
He couldn't hear the TARDIS-mind any more, but he knew her tolerances. He could feel her stresses in his bones, read her mood by the pitch of the engines. She was as mad as he, and she was excited about the next part.
His mad laughter unconsciously matched the rhythm of the Time Rotor.
What happened next can only be described by analogy.
The TARDIS hurled itself into the artificial time storm, the Pillars of Destiny altering and adjusting the flow of artron energy to capture the additional momentum. The ancient ship accelerated, moving at a speed impossible under the power of the Time Rotor alone.
The connection to the secondary Anchor Line grew taught, then rigid - like a rope stretched almost to the breaking point. Then, with a roar, the TARDIS was hurled at a right angle to the vector of the storm. With a shudder and a lurch, the ship broke through the skin of the universe itself, rising through the Void in a parabolic arc at the end of the tether.
Inside the primary control room, the Meddler cackled as the ship shook and bucked, feeling the trembling through the hull as the stress gauges redlined. A terrific jolt flung him across two of the control stations, and he hooked an arm around the rotor. "Just a little more!" he called, "Just a little longer!"
The TARDIS hit the apex of the arc and the hull groaned and shrieked as warning klaxons boomed to life within. And then, outward momentum checked, the ship whipped around and downwards. Down through the Void, down towards the outer skin of the universe.
The impact was like nothing the TARDIS had ever experienced. The leading Pillar fractured and went dead, saved from explosion only by the rapid reactions of the Meddler as he spun the ship on its axis to allow the other Pillars to take the strain.
With a temporal velocity that even the Time Lords had never achieved, the ancient ship hurtled through the Vortex along a random trajectory.
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Post by Alec Harrison on Oct 9, 2011 8:33:17 GMT -5
"Wait, that sister of mine belonged to you?"
Alec curled around her words. Belonged. He liked the way that sounded. Sister of mine belonged to him, surely she at least owed him her life.
"Present tense, Sisilaya, she is still under my custody." he reported.
"I'm allowed to help someone that doesn't deserve it every once in a while, aren't I? If judgment looms from everywhere else, I chose to try to help her. It's amazing how we can't see past what they've done and have never actually sat down and spoken with them. Besides, you know how Father is, you can hardly blame her for not standing up to him, what with her size."
As soon as Sisilaya replied, all hell broke loose. The Tardis pillar broke, and the capsule was on it's side. Alec was lifted off of his feet, crashing against a wall.
"You know Meds, your Tardis is probably the basis for all my injuries." he said through the chaos.
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Oct 9, 2011 16:35:32 GMT -5
Sisi held on to the railing for dear life as the hull of the TARDIS surged and shuddered, groaning as it was pressed to it's up most limits.
And beyond.
With a loud bang one of the pillars broke, she winced at the explosion. That was not good. Her green eyes flitted to Robin, who held onto the Time Rotor as he was hurled to the side. How Alec and her were able to keep conversing through the chaos would be beyond anyone. Anyone human anyone. Sisi gave another merry laugh as the TARDIS surged again as it rushed through the Vortex, her feet lifting off the floor momentarily.
"Sister of mine tried to kill us! I disposed of her in an Oubliette! Terribly sorry about that Alec!" She laughed, she wasn't sorry at all, but it was the gesture that counted right? She gave Alec a big cheeky grin, it was clear she was enjoying herself thoroughly. Perhaps she was as mad as the Meddler, that or she trusted him so wholly she still felt safe. That or it was perhaps a combination of both.
"You know Meds, your Tardis is probably the basis for all my injuries." he said through the chaos.
"That's why you've got me as a healer on board!" She giggled.
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 9, 2011 19:27:56 GMT -5
As soon as the worst of the turbulence began to slacken, the Meddler slid from the console and spun around to damage control, a look of horror on his shocked face. "I'm sorry," he kept repeating as he reviewed the report, "I'm so sorry. I thought I'd calculated it right... I didn't mean..."
He took a deep breath, and forced himself to be calm. Look at it rationally, he ordered himself. When he felt his hearts beat begin to slow, he opened his eyes and looked again.
The number three Pillar of Destiny was fractured. The TARDIS-mind had reacted properly, balancing the artron flow load between the remaining pillars. He had reacted properly by rotating the TARDIS, moving the damaged Pillar into a position where the Vortex shadow of the ship would protect it.
The autorepair systems were already engaged. Tonks had three of the brownies on site, supervising fine damage control. The TARDIS would be fine.
He shuddered and fought back tears. "How could I have been so stupid?" he asked himself, staring at the readout.
"You know Meds, your Tardis is probably the basis for all my injuries." he said through the chaos.
"That's why you've got me as a healer on board!" She giggled.
He forced a smile. "Look at it this way, Alec: chicks dig scars."
A pause.
"Despite the mistake," he gave the console a quick, guilty glance, "That will have them well and truly off our backs for a while. The Sidhe can't travel through time in any meaningful sense, not without utilizing the Mirror Labyrinths, anyway. So they won't find us until we announce our presence."
He thought. "Of course, we may need to do that soon. If the Could've-Been King is murdering the Lords of the Seasonal Courts for their power, the only one left would be the Lord of the Spring Court."
He gave a laugh that was heartier than he felt. "Anyone up for paying a visit?"
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Post by Alec Harrison on Oct 10, 2011 0:07:11 GMT -5
(Pass)
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 10, 2011 19:58:42 GMT -5
The Meddler caught Alec's blank expression. "Ah, yes. Maybe I should explain."
He leaned back against the console. "In brief, here it is: recently, the Could've-Been King - and I trust you remember that creature from the War? - was able to escape from the Singularity created by the Moment. I take full responsibility for this, as his assistance was the only way the Specialist and I could escape as well."
He paused, waiting for questions. "While I have been recovering from the experience, and coming to terms with certain... changes that have resulted, the Could've-Been King has been at work as well. No doubt pursuing his own agenda, which - and I don't know how much you actually know about him - involves the complete collapse of causality within the Spiral Politic."
Another pause for questions. "To that end - I assume, although I cannot specify his exact goals - he has been systematically murdering the Lords of the Seasonal Courts and consuming their energetic matrices for power. This presents me with a significant personal dilemma. On a biodatic level, the Could've-Been King and I are identical beings. So, the Sidhe have laid the murders at the feet of one 'Robin Goodfellow', and seek my capture and eventual execution."
A smile. "Obviously, I have no desire to become a participant in Sidhe justice. Therefore, I need to locate the Could've-Been King and present him to the Courts."
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Post by Alec Harrison on Oct 12, 2011 8:53:14 GMT -5
The Meddler caught Alec's blank expression. "Ah, yes. Maybe I should explain."
Alec sighed. "That would be eternally helpful." he responded, crossing his arms.
Robin leaned back against the console. "In brief, here it is: recently, the Could've-Been King - and I trust you remember that creature from the War? - was able to escape from the Singularity created by the Moment. I take full responsibility for this, as his assistance was the only way the Specialist and I could escape as well."
His thoughts raced, remembering the two figures mentioned. The Specialist....helped him during his brief flash of insanity upon looking into the Schism. The Could've Been King was a disaster waiting to happen. And not one of the happy, fulfilling disasters. He supposed the Meddler could've called him, though there was the chance he wouldn't come. Getting in and out of the Tine War was seriously risky business.
"I recall the Specialist, and the Could've Been King..."
You could probably see the wheels turning as he thought of something.
"I fought him once..." complete truth, "...Nearly succeeded in killing him..." stretching reality just a little, "...Forced me into a regeneration..." blatant lie number one, "...Barely escaped with my life..." flat out false, "...And I would love another stab at him."
Honestly, it had been more of a "I'm going to kill you," "Let's make a deal," a card game, "I win," a dice game, "You lose." And each had gone their own way. Of course, he had never told anyone this.
He paused, waiting for questions. "While I have been recovering from the experience, and coming to terms with certain... changes that have resulted, the Could've-Been King has been at work as well. No doubt pursuing his own agenda, which - and I don't know how much you actually know about him - involves the complete collapse of causality within the Spiral Politic."
"Sounds like him." Alec agreed.
Another pause for questions. "To that end - I assume, although I cannot specify his exact goals - he has been systematically murdering the Lords of the Seasonal Courts and consuming their energetic matrices for power. This presents me with a significant personal dilemma. On a biodatic level, the Could've-Been King and I are identical beings. So, the Sidhe have laid the murders at the feet of one 'Robin Goodfellow', and seek my capture and eventual execution."
The Timelord's eyes lit up.
"Has he taken Jareth out yet?" he inquired hopefully.
A smile. "Obviously, I have no desire to become a participant in Sidhe justice. Therefore, I need to locate the Could've-Been
King and present him to the Courts."
Alec raised an eyebrow.
"Isn't that interesting? I suppose, in all...gratefulness for the treatment Sisilaya has so...generously extended, I will gladly assist you in the capture of that great would-be of the Timewar."
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Oct 16, 2011 16:14:47 GMT -5
The tears in the Meddler's eyes had taken her back, perhaps she had placed too much trust in him she realised. Her eyebrows drew up, sighing softly. She linked to the Gestalt, it having become a second nature by now. She was fine, she was perfectly capable to repair the damage. She sighed softly and walked up behind Robin, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He had been reckless, but she had not stepped in either, while her own connection to the TARDIS perceeded his. "She wasn't in pain, I would have sensed it. I think she was lost in the moment as much as you were." And it was true, but she wasn't sure if it helped his conciousness much. He seemed to move on well, though. After a guilty glance.
He thought. "Of course, we may need to do that soon. If the Could've-Been King is murdering the Lords of the Seasonal Courts for their power, the only one left would be the Lord of the Spring Court."
He gave a laugh that was heartier than he felt. "Anyone up for paying a visit?"
"You mean King Midhir?" She said eagerly with a smile on her face.
She remembered her mothers stories well, the Spring King was supposed to be a handsome tall and broad man with long fiery red hair, his animal form that of a fox with a silver ring in it's ear and piercing green eyes as he walked beyond the veil in the 'human' world. She always had a feeling he was a distant relative of her mother, or at least close to her, the way her mother spoke of him fondly and often.
Robin's plan had been self explanatory to herself, but that was only because she knew for basics on how the Seelie Court worked.
Alec's words brought her back to the point at hand, the Would Have Been King.
"I fought him once..." complete truth, "...Nearly succeeded in killing him..." stretching reality just a little, "...Forced me into a regeneration..." blatant lie number one, "...Barely escaped with my life..." flat out false, "...And I would love another stab at him."
"Nearly still doesn't count you know" She said with a snicker, she couldn't help herself and gave Alec a cheeky smile. They continued their discussion.
Another pause for questions. "To that end - I assume, although I cannot specify his exact goals - he has been systematically murdering the Lords of the Seasonal Courts and consuming their energetic matrices for power. This presents me with a significant personal dilemma. On a biodatic level, the Could've-Been King and I are identical beings. So, the Sidhe have laid the murders at the feet of one 'Robin Goodfellow', and seek my capture and eventual execution."
The Timelord's eyes lit up.
"Has he taken Jareth out yet?" he inquired hopefully.
"Let's hope not, Jareth is one of the more powerful, most powerful if I'm right. He stands with one leg in the Seelie Court and one leg in the Unseelie Court. It takes a lot of power and influence to do that. I felt his presence once when he was angered, it reached through time and space and I was honestly scared. There is a reason even Titania couldn't challenge him in the end. If the Would Be King wants him he has to play a different game, for the Goblin is the master of every game. If the Would Be King manages to get his energy Matric, we have a serious problem." She said seriously, a slight frown on her face, she more looked worried. She had gotten a cold feeling when Lord Jareth had addressed so informally like family when she had asked for his aid with the Sister of Mine. She knew what sort of a powerful being he truly was.
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 16, 2011 20:19:08 GMT -5
She sighed softly and walked up behind Robin, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "She wasn't in pain, I would have sensed it. I think she was lost in the moment as much as you were."
The Meddler reached up and put his hand on her own, squeezing softly. "Thank you," he said, softly. "But I was reckless, and I could have hurt her. Badly." His eyes were haunted as he looked at her. "I could have killed us all."
He forced himself to turn to the next matter at hand, explaining to Alec what - exactly - was going on.
He gave a laugh that was heartier than he felt. "Anyone up for paying a visit?"
"You mean King Midhir?" She said eagerly with a smile on her face.
"Is Midhir the ruler of the Spring Court, now?" he asked, thoughtfully. "That could work to my advantage. Midhir never had anything in particular against me - he was always closer to Auberon than to Titania - so I may be able to persuade him to listen to my case."
The explanation continued.
"I recall the Specialist, and the Could've Been King..." Alec mused, "I fought him once..." complete truth, "...Nearly succeeded in killing him..." stretching reality just a little, "...Forced me into a regeneration..." blatant lie number one, "...Barely escaped with my life..." flat out false, "...And I would love another stab at him."
"You fought the Could've-Been King?" the Meddler looked surprised. "Really? Why? He was on our side in the War. Until the end, anyway."
The explanation continued.
The Timelord's eyes lit up. "Has he taken Jareth out yet?" he inquired hopefully.
"Not according to Malekirith," the Meddler answered.
"Let's hope not, Jareth is one of the more powerful, most powerful if I'm right. He stands with one leg in the Seelie Court and one leg in the Unseelie Court. It takes a lot of power and influence to do that. I felt his presence once when he was angered, it reached through time and space and I was honestly scared. There is a reason even Titania couldn't challenge him in the end. If the Would Be King wants him he has to play a different game, for the Goblin is the master of every game. If the Would Be King manages to get his energy Matric, we have a serious problem." She said seriously, a slight frown on her face.
He considered her words. "Also, there's the fact that I never considered Jareth a substantial player in the Great Game of the Courts. Too much of an apparent clown, and - perhaps - too much of a kindred spirit for me to have taken seriously." A dry chuckle. "I think that's why we go along, the few times we interacted."
His face turned serious again. "But, since everything the Could've-Been King knows about him is everything I know about him, there's no reason to believe that he would target Jareth. And that could work to our advantage..."
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Post by Alec Harrison on Oct 21, 2011 22:24:03 GMT -5
"On our side? Not at my table- I mean, not for the first part of the war. Crafty fellow, that one."
He listened to their logic on why Jareth couldn't be killed.
"Ah, okay."
The Dark Lord crossed his arms.
"If it's Midhir we're going to visit, we'd better get going." he said, never having heard the name.
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Oct 22, 2011 14:47:52 GMT -5
The whole talk about the war was still gibberish to her. She hadn't been there, and the descriptions Robin had given her had sometimes been too gruesome to comprehend. She understood why her father had been forced under the Chameleon Arch.. he would have thrived during the war, gaining more and more power. The man thrived on misery it seemed to her and the influence over others.
"I gather we're going to Tara Hill? Perhaps it's a better idea I go there on my own first to request audience with Midhir myself, since I'm not wanted for murder and all and we know the amount of Sidhe gathering on Tara. That and technically one of them, so perhaps I can reason."
The Would Have Been King worried her, she had not even realised at first it was Robin's past incarnation, she had gotten so used to his presence she didn't so necessarily looked at looks any more. Only when she had taken a good look at him she felt something pull at her heartstrings, remembering the big stocky redhead that used to play hide and seek with her, that guided her through the Sidhe rituals as a young child.
But she shook her head. He wasn't Robin, he wasn't the Meddler. He was a mirrored image of him, but not the original.
The topic of the Goblin King would come up later, the Spring King came up first now.
She felt a flutter in her belly, nervousness.
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