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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
2009-09-20 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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