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

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Entry tags:!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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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-21 07:07 pm UTC (link)
"Oui." The Doctor echoed that quiet question. There was a tilting of the Cajuns head and a strange intonation to his voice. "No?"It felt almost like a challenge to the Time Lord. He'd never had anyone claim that he couldn't just leave them when and if he wanted. He'd never issued the statement at a threat, and in this case it clearly wasn't. No, this time it was a warning. Couldn't the stubborn man there see that's what he was trying to do, warn him off? He was trying to issue a very clear warning. You will get hurt.

Sure, Gambit might think that he couldn't and while in this precarious situation of the barn he wouldn't, that's not to say he couldn't if he'd wanted to slip out of the barn in the middle of the night. He could duck into the tunnels and go underground. He could tuck himself away and hide like he was used to in his blue box. He'd hid from the universe for a time, he'd gotten very good at not being found when he didn't want to be. Well, unless your name was Donna Noble and you somehow had the universe on your side.

It was then that this delicate dance between them started. The Doctor backing away and nimble legs carrying the cajun to follow. What should by all accounts been uncomfortable had manifested itself as an odd sort of chess match. The Doctor trying to push Gambit away, and the stubborness of the Cajun manifesting itself in the slow way he countered each duck verbal and otherwise.

"You don't think so now," his voice nearly inaudiable. He knew what he'd done to Sarah Jane. He knew what he'd done to Rose. He knew what he'd done to Jack when he'd left him on Satellite Five. "Humanity doesn't make you fragile," he countered, knowing better than to walk away. If he wanted to rid the Cajun from his airspace (and he wasn't entirely sure that he truly did) he'd have to push. Hard.

"Only for your own good," the Time Lord replied. He was going to run away for Gambit's well being.

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