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Remy LeBeau ([info]ace_of_clubs) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-18 09:19:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 23, location: church, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: Remy LeBeau & The Doctor (Tenth)
What: Gambit keeps his promise.
Where: At the Church
When: Day 23, 10:02pm
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

'Church, ten o'clock' the Doctor had said. Thankfully, the mutant was able to read his digital wrist watch with no problem. It had a little feature where you could push the button and it lit up. How cool was that? So after watching the Time Lord walk off into the darkness, he had turned back around to watch the fire burning down the barn. Really, it was fantastic to behold, and though he idly wondered if the smoke would fill up the bubble and kill them all.. he wasn't really that concerned. This enclosure was huge, after all.. and there had to be some sort of exchange going on, right? Else they would have run out of oxygen long ago.

While standing there watching the barn burn, Selene had come along.. the Cajun had been more than happy to indulge her for a while, before finally he'd collected up the buckets of water, his washing board, and various other items, and had taken them across town towards the church. He'd only been there a handful of times, but he had enjoyed it, it was peaceful. So it was at ten o'clock that the Cajun, hauling along three buckets full of water, five water bottles, three empty buckets, a washing board, and a little red wagon (all rusted and ugly, but still working) down the road to the Church. He would, of course, end up having to turn into the woods, but he just took it slow from there, until he was passing by the cemetery, slowing his steps to rake red eyes out across the graves. There were at least two bodies in there, Selene had said she'd buried them there.. idly, he wondered who they were. But he wouldn't dwell on it. The strictly Catholic-Raised Cajun (except for Tante Mattie, who was into voodoo) mentally repeated a prayer, though he'd lost his faith long ago. It was habit.

And just moments later, he was coming to a stop in front of that church and leaving the red wagon behind as he went up the stairs, pushing open those double doors and stepping on through. He hadn't ever been inside the church.. but as he stepped through the doors, he felt a little shiver. That was what faith did to you, kids. It made you feel like God was watching you all the time. And right now, he felt a little paranoid about it -- Sinners didn't want God watching them all the time.


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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-09-19 11:50 pm UTC (link)
"Then you're thick," bloodstained lips replied. He wasn't thrashing yet. He wasn't trying to punch, either. He was just going to let his words do all the hitting. He'd turn off his ears and stop listening and just start rambling instead.

"You don't know what's happened. You have no idea. You can't trust a murderer, Gambit." Close the floodgates, Doctor. "You don't know anything about what happened. You don't know what I've done. What they did. What's coming. You don't know." The Doctor did, though. Or, at least he thought he did. A crack formed in the dam.

"I destroyed them all," he started, eyes gone dark. "I pressed a button and I incinerated them. I wiped them from time and space. I watched their atoms scatter." Did you know what he was talking about, Remy? "And then there weren't any more atoms. There weren't anymore bits of atoms. There was nothing - as if they'd never existed."

He swallowed hard, knotting his hands in the shoulders of the Cajun's shirt. "And then they came, metal all metal. Always metal. They came and they took everyone. They took everyone and made them into shells. They took everything away that mattered. No hope. No pain. Nothing. Just shells." He wasn't listening to himself because the water had knocked down all attempts to hold it back.

"And then they came for me. And they broke me. Bits and pieces. Again and again the planet died and broke as it was wiped from time. They played the screams so I couldn't even hear my own anymore. They took my tongue and my heart. They stole my eyes, and still I could see it. I could absolutely see it. And I could feel it... They took everything..." He'd fallen back into a trembling mess of sobs. You didn't see him break before. You didn't know what it had looked like, what it had sounded like. Now you did because he'd fallen to bits right there in front of your nose.

"So, don't you tell me that I've got to trust you, Gambit," He said with gritted, snarling teeth. "Because all I'll do is destroy you."

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-09-20 12:09 am UTC (link)
The red-head laid there silently as the Doctor began spilling information. And he breathed out slowly when he called himself a murderer. He wasn't going to argue. He could only imagine that the Doctor was talking about some false future the management had shown him. Some fairytale from the Devil's storybook. And the metal men? He didn't get that, either. But he'd just hold the other man close, whether he liked it or not, and made it clear he wasn't letting go.

Then he began talking about them breaking him, and red eyes slid shut. His Doctor, his Time Lord, his Lover was falling to pieces and the Cajun didn't know what to do aside from hold him. He solved all of his problems with sex, so comforting wasn't his forte. However, the Doctor then spoke up again, a growling tone through those sobs.

"You ain' gonna des'roy me. You migh' hur' me, migh' make me angry, make me wanna bea' you senseless.. migh' even make me wanna go. Bu' I ain' gonna go, gonna stay, an' gonna show you 'dat you can trus' me. M' stron', Docteur. M' gonna be fine, even 'gains' you." Even against you, he'd said. Even against the all-powerful Time Lord. The last of his kind. Remy could take you on and win, he was so sure of it. He'd fight you, for you, and he'd win. He couldn't lose. He had to win. He needed you.

"'Dey took par' o' you.. so lemme give you some o' me. Take wha' I wanna give you."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-09-20 12:17 am UTC (link)
You weren't understanding what he was telling you, Cajun -- and what he was saying was something that no one here knew aside from that other version of himself. Hands came up and pressed to the Cajun's cheeks, holding that face parallel with his own. "I destroyed it. I destroyed Gallifrey." You knew what Gallifrey was. "I wiped every single atom of my people from time and space. I pressed a button and they were gone. They were burning and I caused it. I didn't just cause it, I watched." In his mind he sounded so cold at he'd said it. He sounded so detached. To the Cajun, though, the Doctor no doubt sounded desperate. "Gone in minutes and I kept thinking I could push a button and set it right. If I could only find the button. If I could just remember the formula. I could do it, I could bring them all back. I could fix it." But, you couldn't fix it, could you Time Lord?

"I deserve this." He really believed it, too. He thought he did deserve it. Less so for that fiction they'd shown him of cybermen and screams and moreso for what they'd reminded him of: Genocide.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-09-20 12:23 am UTC (link)
The Cajun seemed rather calm when the other man was just laying there.. but when his hands reached out so suddenly, he flinched a little. Sorry, Time Lord, you'd scared him really badly. He might do that for a bit. But when those hands settled, he'd quickly bring his own bare one up to trap the top one there, not letting him pull it away, just in case he was thinking of it. He wanted the touch. He really did. And as the other spoke, his face contorted a little, into confusion, worry, a touch of horror-- how could he have done that? Why had he done that? So with his next exhaled breath, he was asking that same question.

"Why?" Why had he done it? Not why did he deserve this, because that was obvious.. but why had he done it?

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-09-20 12:31 am UTC (link)
"Every man, woman and child. Anyone in the whole of time and space like me and I wiped them out." He was yanking his hands, trying to knot them into fists between the Cajun's hands his cheeks, because he could feel the rage growing as he wanted to squeeze at the face between his palms, to make it hurt like he did.

"The Time War." And that was all you'd get in response. Those three words. That was why he'd done it. He won't be telling you of Daleks or the Eye of Rassilon. He won't be explaining what a time lock was or how it worked. Right now there was only one thing in the universe he knew for sure - it was that he deserved this pain.

"Because it's what I do, I destroy. The on-coming storm. The destroyer or worlds. I destroyed my own world." His voice had difted, softening as the Time Lord retreated into his own head - back into the gleaming orange glow of a planet set on fire.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-09-20 12:37 am UTC (link)
He allowed those hands to curl into fists, but kept them pressed against his skin, trapped under his scarred palms. "Uh war?" That made a little more sense, and he was wetting his lips in nearly a nervous gesture. At least you'd had a war, Time Lord. But Remy wasn't even going to bring that up right now. "You jus' unlucky." He reasoned after a few moments of silence. "You enjoy doin' 'dat t' y' people? Enjoy bein' 'de on-comin' storm?" He shook his head just a little, he wouldn't believe it, even if you told him yes.

"You my Doct'r. Mon Docteur." He repeated in French, for emphasis. "Mine. An' you ain' 'de kin'a man woul' do 'dat f' fun. Was uh war. Ba' t'in's happen in wars. Oui, maybe you gotta pay f' y' sins, bu' no' like 'dis." So said the all-knowing red-head. Yeah right. But that was his opinion, and he was still a little off-kilter, digesting what had happened, what the other man had done.

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