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Post by Flynn Delta on Dec 11, 2011 22:09:22 GMT -5
This has happened before, and chances are, it'll happen again, but this time was different, this time it happened to an impossible man known simply as, The Doctor. The Impossible soon would arrive in The Impossible Land, and meet a very Impossible Boy.
The TARDIS groaned it's usual groan, as it rocked violently back and forth, it was heading straight for the ground, The Doctor attempted to no avail to sooth the ancient machine, and make a proper landing, or at least, a survivable one.
The Machine ripped through dimensions, as he The Doctor glanced at the monitor, he did a double take, he had sworn, no, Flying children? Poppycock! "
This old body must be wearing out!" He thought aloud.
A ship below spotted the descending machine.
A dark cold voice shouts at a somewhat short and chubby Irishman.
"Is it him?! Has he returned?!"
"I'm afraid not Captain."
"Then what was it?!"
"I'm not sure Captain. Anyways it's landed on their side of the island."
Shadows approached the now crashed TARDIS.
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Post by Flynn Delta on Dec 11, 2011 22:14:36 GMT -5
((All posts made in my Flynn account here are as Peter Pan.))
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Post by The First Doctor on Dec 11, 2011 23:17:05 GMT -5
Irritably, he picked himself up off the floor and dusted his knees off. "Unbelievable," he grimaced, "I've been off course before, true, but I've never had this bad a landing."
First, he checked the Fault Detector. After some clattering and humming, it spat out a diagnostic tape. "Let's see... nothing too serious. The autonomic repair systems should handle everything without my intervention."
Next was a sensor sweep of the outside environment. "Gravity is 0.937 of standard. Atmospheric pressure is good. Composition is largely nitrogen, with a comfortable mix of oxygen and carbon dioxide and largely harmless trace gasses. No significant radiation."
Finally, he activated the main viewer. The image it showed was that of a subtropical rainforest, climbing towards a mountain in the distance. He hesitated, but ultimately there was no decision to be made.
"As long as I'm here anyway," he announced to the TARDIS, "I'll just have a bit of a look around."
Sweeping his cloak about his shoulders and donning his deerstalker, he clutched his cane in his right hand and exited the ship.
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Post by Ace on Dec 11, 2011 23:37:58 GMT -5
Tink hunkered down lower in her hiding spot so the lost boy couldn’t find here, they had gotten bored of just hanging around waiting for peter to get back from the other world that he loved to visit so much. She had started to doze off waiting for the lost boys to find her when she was startled by the sound of something crashed near by. Flying above where she was hiding she spotted some of the boys and she automatically put a finger over her lips telling them to be quiet “Be careful, this could be a new trick the pirates have come up with.” keeping low she slowly flew towards the downed ship. Stopping when she saw the older men exit the strange blue box she flew in front of the boys faces that where around her quickly making sure they knew to stop. Whispering as she went “Pirate, Pirate, Pirate.”
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Post by Flynn Delta on Dec 12, 2011 0:09:12 GMT -5
Peter and Wendy flew through the skies of London, getting farther and farther away from the ground, eventually, it seemed as though they were heading to space. Slowly the little stars began to appear around them. He looked at Wendy and shouted, as they started to increase speed.
A larger portal opened in front of them
"Wendy! Take my hand! And what ever you do! Don't! Let Goo- What is that?!" Pan hit the side of The First Doctor's TARDIS from a few minutes ago, and redirected it towards to Peter and Wendy's destination and into the portal.
Luckily Wendy had grabbed Peter's hand before they hit.
Pan and Wendy flew beside The TARDIS, then watched as it sped ahead of them. The environment changed around them and soon a larger island was visible below them, quickly Peter followed the descending TARDIS, making to be sure to avoid a certain pirate ship, and watched as an old man exited it and his Lost Boys and Tinkerbell approached it.
Peter landed with a somersault right in front of The TARDIS, drawing his sword his sword as he did, he quickly examines the old man who exited the strange blue box.
"Well, you're certainly an old pirate ain't cha?"
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Post by Ada Clemency on Dec 12, 2011 18:28:55 GMT -5
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Wendy dusted off herself as she rose. What swords again? This little fellow was really quite adorable, but so violent! She was still getting used to it. Nonetheless, he seemed able to figure out what was going on, and at the moment, that was more than could be said for Wendy. Here she was, whisked away by a little flying boy, then followed a floating blue box in the sky--but wait a moment! Was that a police call box? Whatever was it doing out here? For that matter, what was she doing here? Not too far off from here there was a pirate ship. Here were a bunch of little boys dressed ever so raggedly, and there was the little person, Tinkerbell. She looked just like a fairy from a storybook, and Wendy felt inclined to believe that was just what she was. Then, there was this old man. He had an odd air about him, but Wendy couldn't quite figure it out.
"Peter, let's not fight." Wendy asked hopefully, just a little worried at the sight of that sword.
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Post by The First Doctor on Dec 12, 2011 20:32:33 GMT -5
"Well, you're certainly an old pirate ain't cha?"
The speaker was - or, at least, appeared to be - a prepubescent human boy, dressed in green, bearing a sword. The Doctor stopped and leaned on his cane with both hands, staring at him curiously.
He doubted the child was human. As a rule, they were incapable of independent flight. And there was an odd presence about him. Something familiar...
"Peter, let's not fight." The new speaker was - again, apparently - a young human girl, perhaps the same age as the boy with the sword. Again, the identification was tenative - she had the same capacity for independent flight, after all.
He smiled a slightly crooked smile. "An admirable idea, my dear," he said with a shallow bow towards the girl. "There is certainly no need to fight, for I am no pirate. I am a simple traveler, and although I arrived here in a rather more precipitous fashion than I intended, I certainly mean you no harm. You may call me the Doctor, and may I know your names?"
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Post by Ace on Dec 12, 2011 21:55:39 GMT -5
Tink flew closer with the lost boys; she circled the strange blue box while the others talked glancing back at the older man as he spoke to peter and the strange girl he had come with, when she heard the bit about the older man not being a pirate “All adults are pirates.”
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Post by Flynn Delta on Dec 12, 2011 22:08:37 GMT -5
"All adults are pirates.”
"She's right." Pan says with a smirk. He tilts his head back, and releases a mighty crow, with sound unleashed, with in seconds dozens of boys appear from the bushes and trees around them.
"Oh, Lost boys, What do we do to pirates?"
All the boys yelled at once.
"We Kill Pirates!"
Peter smirked a mischievous smirk, he drew his sword, it was inches away from The Doctor's throat.
"That's right."
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Post by Ada Clemency on Dec 12, 2011 23:26:10 GMT -5
Wendy looked at the doctor, just a little confused. He seemed nice enough, so it really would be a pity if they killed him. These boys, the little lost boys, were so exciteable. Mob-like. Wendy wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but for now, she chose not to question what was going on. First, she needed to get her bearings.
Right. So this doctor fellow had bowed to her, which really was a bit over the top, since she was just a young girl. Unlike Tinkerbell, Wendy didn't quite think all adults were pirates, but she wasn't too sure of them either. All the adult in her life had given a shoddy reputation to their kind, and in all honesty, she didn't really feel like being counted as one of them. Not now, not ever. So for now, she withheld her name.
Wendy sighed in annoyance, then walked up to Peter, who still had his sword at the old man's throat. "He hasn't even attacked yet, you know. Don't be so suspicious!" Really, if they were going to point swords at every adult, the day was going to be very, very long.
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Post by The First Doctor on Dec 13, 2011 22:32:50 GMT -5
"We kill pirates!"
The enthusiastic shout came from the throats of a dozen or more human (or, at least, gallifreyoid) children, like a bloodthirsty Vienna Boy's Choir, and a blade was suddenly at his throat.
"That's right," the lad in green smirked.
The young girl - the only female in the group, unless you counted the tiny Sidhe - gently rested on hand on the boy's arm. "He hasn't even attacked yet, you know. Don't be so suspicious!"
The boy in green was clearly the leader. The Sidhe and the human girl were his advisers, and the human girl was already an ally of sorts. Now he just had to convince the boy or the Sidhe...
The Doctor smiled. "Some grownups are pirates," he admitted. "But only some. And piracy is a younger man's game. Old men..." he paused dramatically, "Are wizards."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in. "Now, what do you do with wizards?"
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Post by Ace on Dec 13, 2011 23:43:56 GMT -5
“Wizards...Bangarang.” Tink flew closer to the older man and circled him for a minute before landing on the side of peters sword “I think he may be telling the truth Peter...I mean if he was a pirate...I bet they’d of tired to ambush us by now.” she pointed at the gentleman with her tiny dagger for a second “Do not make me regret that.”
Tink put her dagger back in the sleeve and few over lightly landing on Peters head and sitting cross legged on top of it watching to see what he decided.
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Post by Flynn Delta on Dec 13, 2011 23:52:15 GMT -5
"A wizard?! Oh, the cleverness of Me! Lost boys today is a glorious day, not only did I find us a Mother to tell us Stories, but I have found a wizard to aid us in our struggle against Hook! Wait, how do I know that you are not lying?" He asks lowering his sword a bit. "Show us some magic, and you may have the honor of being my personal Wizard! Now then 'Wizard' show us your magic!" He says sitting cross legged in the middle of the air.
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Post by Ada Clemency on Dec 14, 2011 3:29:49 GMT -5
Magic, huh? Wendy couldn't wait to see this. Her desire to see magic tricks almost made the girl forget how Peter had called her a mother. It was such a weird thing to be called, wasn't it? Not that she didn't like to tell stories, she was a really pretty decent storyteller. And how did he do that?! Floating, flying, all of it. The fairy flying around was one thing, but Peter was a normal boy. But no, not really normal at all, was he?
"Oh Peter, don't be mean. Give him a chance to talk before telling him what to do."
Wendy was really starting to wish she had a dagger. Or a gun, or a sword. She'd need to protect herself too, somehow. If there were pirates, and wizards, and haggard little boys that attacked people... well, it wasn't really the nicest little place, was it? But she'd need to make the best of it. Wendy was going to be here for quite a while, it seemed.
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Post by The First Doctor on Dec 14, 2011 10:44:33 GMT -5
The 'wizard' gambit seemed to have been successful. At least, if success were measured in terms of whether or not he had been killed. And so the Doctor watched, outwardly calm, as the boy and his two advisors discussed the matter.
Finally, the boy decided. "Show us some magic, and you may have the honor of being my personal Wizard! Now then 'Wizard' show us your magic!"
"Well then," the Doctor began, "You must first understand that my powers are vast, yet subtle. Only those without fear may truly behold them. The poltroon? The fool? The coward? He will see nothing."
A pause.
"Untill it is too late, that is."
He cast an imperious eye over the host of children. "Now, I shall give you but a sample of the least of my powers. Who among you is brave enough to assist me, at the peril of life and immortal soul, as I summon forth demons to do my bidding?"
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