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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-21 19:29:00

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!complete, day 12, location: barn, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: The Doctor and Remy LeBeau
What: Friendly fight
When: Day 12: 8AM
Where: Forest, nearest landmark, the Barn
Rating: PG

Status: Complete

The Doctor hadn't slept well. The night before he knew was leading into an even numbered day; an experiment day. It was sad that his mind kept on it like that; kept turning with the desire to anticipate and thwart a foe he could not see. Perhaps that was why the Doctor had such a difficult time pushing his eyes open. He didn't want to wake and see his friends snatched up for someone's trivial idea of a game. He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. What was once the barn was still cluttered with musty couches and spread out among them were the people he'd come to call friends. Each were dozing quietly.

The Doctor saw his opportunity and he made good on it. Pulling on his trainers and slipping out the door he was headed out into the woods. He hadn't forgotten the plans he'd made for the people in charge. He was going to make good on them. Today. Twigs and brush crumpled beneath him as the Doctor moved quietly through the trees. He didn't want to take the road. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He had a singular focus and not one iota of it included anyone else within the glass bubble. Well, unless that person happened to be the Insider.

A not so quiet sigh escaped the Doctor. The silence was good company in the sense it didn't make his head hurt any more though also bad as it didn't do anything to still his mind. Wheels kept turning at a furious pace. He needed to go to work on things other than barns. He needed to stop being so attached to the people here, even Jack and Sarah Jane perhaps, and do whatever needed to be done. Would there be collateral damage? How about what he'd do to that 'Insider' when he managed to find them? For a man who didn't like battles or wars or violence the Doctor was finding himself sliding into the darker parts of his mind where things didn't reside in the moral - where they just needed to be done.

Today he would start with the Post Office, he would look through the nooks and crannies there, and then he and his torch would head down into the tunnels where he would find the Insider. He would find the insider and he would find out everything that they knew. He would then continue his search for those working with the insider and force them to return everyone. Following that he would destroy the town and it's bubble so that it would never be used again. Finally, he would deposit those behind it all in a cell on Rigaula Seven where they would never age, never know freedom, and never have any hope for rescue. It was those thoughts that kept cycling through the Time Lord's head. Running through on loop again and again. It was like a mantra. Insider, puppeteers, escape, prison. Those same thoughts caused the distant look in the Doctor's eye and the setting of his jaw. He would have his way.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-21 06:57 pm UTC (link)

Shit. He let out a little panted laugh and rolled his eyes up, clearly an embarrassed move. "Non, no psychic, it's feelin's, ain' t'ough's. Can' rea' your min'. Can feel t'in's you feel, an' t'in's ot'ers feel, an' I can.. well. Sugges' people 'gree wit' me. 'Das all." He certainly wasn't psychic, nor very strong, unless he was influencing a feeling, and even then it only worked if people didn't know about it. But still, when the Doctor announced that he didn't want people getting hurt, Remy waved a hand, as if he was annoyed.

"I ain' gon' get hur'." Was it his way of offering to help? Maybe. Maybe not. He lifted his chin a little though, as if in challenge. "You can' jus' run off all 'lone. Ain' good for you. Ain' good for no one. You sayin' 'dey depen'in' on someone t'get 'dem outta here, an' 'dats all 'dat matter? Ain' all 'dat matter to me." He rolled his shoulder again. It almost seemed like an uncomfortable gesture, like he wasn't sure about laying his cards down on the table like that.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-21 06:58 pm UTC (link)

Empathic then, at least, that's how the Doctor clasified it. He may not have been psychic but Gambit had a pretty good bit of ability to even scratch the surface of the Doctor's mind. The Doctor thought with practice the mutant could probably actually manage all those things he'd rattled off he couldn't do. It'd take work, though the potential was certainly there.

"You're not now? You call that thing with your arm not being hurt?" The Doctor didn't mean to sound quite as mean as he did about it. He tried to swallow his words immediately. He knew it wasn't his fault that Gambit had been injured to start with, but what about if he managed to get hurt worse? The Time Lord was by no stretch of the imagination invincible - he just happened to have a couple of aces in the hole just in case. From the best the Doctor could tell, the Cajun wasn't quite as fortunate.

What precisely the Cajun was trying to say wasn't lost on the Doctor, he just didn't feel the need to acknowledge it. "My friends, Jack and Sarah Jane, they know better than to worry like this. I've been through worse, much worse." The Gallifreyan, it seemed was trying to talk Gambit out of whatever sense of nervousness or whatever had crept in. He wasn't trying to be tough-guy; no, he was just being honest. He had, in fact, been through worse.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-21 06:59 pm UTC (link)

"It's a scra'ch. Ain' a hur'. An' I can take care myself. You been t'rough worse. I been t'rough worse. 'Den we good to go, non? Jus' 'cause you been t'rough worse don' mean y'shoul' be lef' 'lone t'take care of everyone." He shook his head then and broke into a smile, suddenly. "My min's made up." And so there it was. The Doctor rejecting his help had made him want to offer it more officially. So there it was. And the Cajun was backing off a step in a sickeningly graceful motion, pushing both hands into his jean pockets and lifting his eyebrows, like the cat who'd just eaten the canary.

"You an' me, Docteur. An' we ain' 'ttackin' anyone, ain' gon' do anyt'in' stupi'. We gon' t'ink 'bou' 'dis, an' we gon' be 'de good guys. I been 'de bad guy, figure I try somet'in' new, d'accord?" Even as he asked that, he swayed forward another step, the smile having remained in place. "So, you go' any ideas 'bou' breakin' 'dat wall open, homme?" Seemed like the Cajun had just made up both of their minds, unfortunately. Whether the Doctor liked it or not.

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-21 06:59 pm UTC (link)

Was this Gambit volunteering to watch his back? The Doctor, generally didn't have people in that function. More normally the people who travelled with him helped, yelled something along the lines of 'behind you' and came up with brilliant ideas as just the right moment. That didn't seem to be exactly what Gambit was proposing. This seemed more like a partnership - and that was sort of foreign to the Time Lord.

The Doctor had this feeling that the Cajun had managed to make his mind up long before this conversation had even started. "The good guys?" It wasn't that he was never the good guy - it's just that he'd never been deliberately labelled as such before. "So, that's that, then?" He quirked a brow. Was it? was that it? It was like Gambit had just broke into the TARDIS or something. It couldn't be that simple, could it?

He didn't mind Gambit's company - that was certain. What he was also certain of is that he didn't want to be responsible if something happened to him. He'd do what he did when someone looked like they wanted to follow him and he didn't want them to, he'd disappear. The question that only time would answer is if he actually would. Like Gambit at the mouth of the tunnel - could he really leave a friend behind?

"The Wall?" The Doctor really sounded like that was a foreign concept. The wall had dropped from his RADAR and landed in the back of his mind to be ignored while he tried to figure out how to best flush out whomever was living in the tunnels. "I think we have a more important job - getting our hands on whomever was living in the tunnels."

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