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Dorothy "Ace" Gale McShane (timevigilante) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-06 19:24:00

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ace, complete, day 6, the doctor

Day Six
Who: Ace & The Doctor
When: evening
What: fireworks...
Where: by the lake
Rating: G - PG for swearing maybe
Status: Complete

She was starting to like this planet -- just a little bit. A lot actually. Not to say she wanted to stay indefinitely, but she could keep herself occupied for some time if the planet continued to provide her with chemicals and substances of various explosive qualities from any planet she could think of. Chemicals she'd never been able to get her hands on before. Not to mention any kind of equipment she needed.

Of course, she probably looked more then a little goofy wheeling a little red wagon full of god knows what across the grounds, but she figured she shouldn't play with her new things in doors. Ace didn't want to accidentally blow the resort up. So she set up by the lake -- far enough away that people wouldn't be hurt, horses wouldn't be spooked, and if anything went wrong there was loads of water around. A small fold out table, two small burners, glass bottles of different colored liquids, blocks of X-27 (her favorite; an alien type of C-4...only better) and things she didn't even recognize.

The brunette was a self taught chemist. Perhaps not very safe, but she was very clever. Setting down a few marble sized explosives, her very own nitro9 (more like nitro-422, she was forever improving it, but nitro9 just had such a nice ring to it.) to compare with whatever she made.

It had been light out when she started, but when it came to explosives time just flew by so quickly. As much as she would've liked to continue -- she'd made it this long without incident, but playing with explosives at night would just be pushing her luck. Ace opted to finish playing with this last one before packing up, and wouldn't it just be her luck that this one would backfire on her. She was chucked back a few feet with the tips of her bangs singed a bit and her left hand a bit burnt, but otherwise unharmed and witness to an interesting display of fire works. The X-27, a touch of astrolite, and some red liquid she didn't recognize didn't just burst into flame -- it rocketed up in to the sky and exploded, sending down a shower of red, gold, and yellow sparks. Very pretty but with the potential to be very harmful if not for the force shield generator on her wrist to keep them from touching her, and with it she was able to bandage up her hand and watched the fireworks safely enough.

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timevigilante
2008-07-28 02:46 pm UTC (link)

"Bit harder then that." She said, pushing his fingers apart a little more. "Come get me when you're on your last go. I'll play body guard. Literally." Ace grinned, but there was a hint of sadness there. She'd like to see his last regeneration, keep him from getting himself killed. Of course, she also knew she couldn't protect him from everything, and wasn't sure she could handle seeing him really die. The Doctor disappeared from her life now and again, but the brunette always knew he was out there somewhere. He was a constant in her life, sort of.

"Oh good. I've been trying to make a name for myself with their sort, but it's hard to get the word around when I'm always blowing them to pieces. Maybe I could send a card before hand?" She suggested with a small chuckle. Imagining sending a 'Thinking of you' card to the Dalek fleets.

She'd lost count as well where it came to her age, but really wasn't bothered by it. You're only as old as you feel, right? When asked she generally stuck around her late twenties.

"I better." Ace said, laughing herself, and happy to see he was in much better spirits, having moved away from the topic of the Time War. "I tried to go back to that time, you know, see if it really did end up being you -- Never could get it right though. Always ended up too soon or too late." She always wondered if maybe it was because of the Professor, some how he was blocking her from crossing that point in his timeline.

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notginger
2008-08-02 11:09 am UTC (link)

The Doctor rolled his eyes and moved so his hands were about shoulder width apart. "OK, that much harder, okay?" he half-teased, smiling affectionately at her. As much as he doubted he would ever start being careful, it was good to know that people cared enough about him to worry about it. "Although, just because no-one's made it past thirteen doesn't mean I'll necessary stop there. Never did like sticking to their silly rules. I plan for fourteen, just to go out on a logical absurdity," he grinned widely.

"Oh, you should. I'm quite proud of my various Dalek nicknames. I'm a bloody legend! The Oncoming Storm, the Bringer of Darkness, the Destroyer of Worlds!" he said, dramatically emphasising each name as if he were a voiceover introducing a world-famous act onto a stage. "It's like some comic book super-villain. I love it," he added, beaming at thought, which might have seemed a bit odd to anyone else. If any other race had such a nickname for him, he might have taken it personally - from the Daleks? He wouldn't have wanted anything less.

"Ha, well you'll just have to be patient for once," he teased, nudging her with his shoulder. "So, you want a hand tidying up? I promise I won't break anything or burn my face off," he laughed softly.

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