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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 07:02 pm UTC (link)

"'L'Initié an' me? We got t'in's worke' out, non? Been talkin', been workin'. Ain' jus' sittin' 'roun' doin' not'in' all 'de time, Docteur." He nearly purred out the other man's name, suddenly much more like a contented lap cat than the panther who'd backed the Doctor up against the tree just a moment ago. He was all boneless grace and ease right now, contented to slowly lead them to the barn with slow, calculated steps. He enjoyed the feeling of the warm body beside him, so he kept that arm draped over the other's shoulders. Casual. Easy.

"Well, ain' 'de las' possib'l momen', is it? We got plen'y o' time, worl' ain' collapsin' ye', an' you scare people when you all angry. Ain' scare me," He wanted to make that very clear. Gambit had certainly not been scared of the sulky Time Lord. Maybe he should have been, but he often should be scared, when he wasn't. It got him into trouble -- it also got him out of trouble. "But you scare 'de ot'ers. Ain' 'de time t'be despri'e. People still safe, 'dey hur', but 'dey safe, non?"
FreelancerTexas: The pair swayed towards the town, away from the woods, and only once they'd cleared a step over one of the many fallen trees, did that Cajun finally release the poor Doctor and slink away a few steps so that he could turn his body back towards him again, for a proper conversation, that charming smile having easily slid back into it's proper place. "Don' care for bein' helpful. 'Dis ain' 'de normal si'ua'ion, oui? I ain' no hero, tol' you 'fore. Ain' into savin' people, ain' into carin' 'bou' people. 'Dey ain' mine, 'dey ain' my business." A hand waved absently, as if that would better make his point. "I only do t'in's gon' benefi' moi." Both eyebrows lifted and his smile filled out. Oh, but the Doctor could read between those lines. "An' gettin' us outta here defini'ly benefit me. D'accord?"

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-21 07:03 pm UTC (link)

The languid way that the mutant moved beside him made it almost feel as if the other was an extension of himself. As if his legs and the others were controlled by the same mind. Of course, he couldn't do anything to control what came out of Remy's mouth; he wouldn't dream to. No, it was much better to listen to the slow calculated rambles of a Cajun than dream to filter them with his own thoughts. He had it in mind to warn the redhead be careful but, he knew the other wouldn't listen regardless. No, the Cajun had his plan and he kept it to himself - whether the Doctor liked it or not.

The arm that had guided him back across the grass and gravel departed and even the Doctor felt an odd sense of loss. For a man who'd travelled across time and space for centuries, there were few who ever tried to offer him comfort. Usually, he didn't let them see when he needed it. There had been passing hugs which he shrugged off or went unacknowleged; but, generally, the Time Lord was pretty good about keeping his wounds very, very private.

"You don't know when you should be scared," the Doctor replied quietly. Standing his ground and speaking in a quiet, nearly intimate tone. The bravado had worn away, even for a short, short moment and if Gambit knew what to look for he'd see that lost, lonely Time Lord just behind his eyes. Of course, in a blink that nameless Gallifreyan ran off and hid, back into the back of his mind where he belonged. He was safe there. Safe and untouchable. He'd sleep behind the ego and the rage and play alongside the running adventures and puzzles. Don't count on seeing him again any time soon. There was a reason he ran.

"You know you can't have it both ways,: the Doctor advised. He'd pushed his hands into the pockets of his coat which he'd reclaimed from Shannon. It was a defensive gesture. One that sometimes indicated thought; but, more likely hinted at trying to enclose.

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