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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 07:08 pm UTC (link)

No, he wasn't challenging to try and make the Doctor feel less of himself, wasn't looking for dominance, wasn't picking a fight. He did believe that the Time Lord was wrong. And he was convinced about it. Clearly. He thought.. no. He knew he was right. And nothing the Doctor said would make that feeling go away. Once he was sure of something, once he knew he was right, he stuck to his course and he followed through. Always. He often paid dearly for choosing to do as much, but that was nothing new. He was used to it and he was prepared for it again. But he wasn't expecting it, because he was right. And the Doctor was wrong.

However, when that even tone, the flat voice of the unamused alien spoke up, announced that he'd left two of those friends behind, Gambit just shook his head, clearly unphased. Not by the space that was made smaller between them, and not by the statement that had been made. Undeterred. Sorry, Doctor. "I ain' Jack, an' I ain' Sara' Jane. I ain' lookin' t'be your tag 'lon'. Ain' lookin' for you t' be my keeper, wa'ch over me. Can do 'dat myself. You worry 'bou' 'dem. An' not jus' for 'de safe'y of 'dey bodies, you worryin' 'bou' 'de safe'y of 'dey min's, an' 'dey 'motion's. You ain' gon' hur' me, ain' gon' chase me off, ain' gon' scare me. Ain' gon' make me cry, nor wanna run 'way. Ain' gon' hur' my feelin's. 'Dere ain' not'in' you can do to me, Docteur, ain' been done 'fore, so ain' not'in' you can do to me gon' matter. I tell you, I can take care o' myself. You ain' gotta worry 'bou' me, nor my body, nor my well-bein', or my men'al heal't. No broken hear's here, je peux vous assurer."

Gambit wet his lips almost the way a cat licked their chops. It wasn't a hungry gesture, it wasn't a nervous one, nor a curious one. It was something they did before falling into a lazy nap, something they did when they were comfortable. The mutant didn't feel challenged by you, Doctor, there was no threat, no worry. You didn't scare him. In fact, it was quite clear that he enjoyed the presence of the Alien.

However, when the Doctor questioned who was really in there, it only made the languid man smile and shake his head a little. "Nei'ter. C'est vide." It's empty. But he moved on without pause, after stating that. "Not lookin' for your offers o' a'ven'ure, Docteur. I don' wan' not'in' from you." He slowly lifted his eyebrows, lowering his head a little but keeping the eye contact, like before. "But you ain' gon' be no help to no one, all broken. All angry. All ha'e."

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fromgallifrey
2009-06-21 07:09 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor had hoped he might manage to find the mutant nonplussed. Instead he'd been countered with a verbal onslaught worthy of the Rani. It made his jaw set and his teeth clench. Worry. It was a side effect. It always came. He always thought he'd managed to choose the most self-sufficient companions and then he'd be worried. He'd worry about losing them on some planet they couldn't even pronounce correctly or forgetting to warn them not to touch any of the rocks. Ever. He'd worry because it was part of his job. Because if you're going to be tour-guide to the cosmos you'd better have your kit together.

The Doctor actually had started to tune out Gambit about half way through his list. He wasn't surprised to hear from the mutant that he thought he was indestructable or immune. It was like dealing with a teenager who'd just learned to dirve. No, they'd never crash their car. Not even at 200 miles an hour. No, not going to happen to them.

"You still haven't answered - what are you playing at?" The Doctor made motion as if to step back and held quite still, his eyes looking down the length of them to illustrate his point, the cajun had mirrored his movements.

"I don't need a caretaker," his voice had returned despite their closeness. There was a subtle inspection going on there. He was picking at the layers. Gambit might have found his way behind the Doctor's defenses for a moment; but, the Doctor now found himself wanting nothing less than complete understanding of the meaning and motives behind the Cajuns purred words.

The Doctor's sneaker clad foot settled back down on the floor and he stood absolutely still. No breath, no blinking, he just was. There was silence in the barn in that moment, and the Doctor didn't seem to receive the clarity that he wanted.

"Enough," the Doctor breathed, this time truly making motion to step backward. He was retreating back into his ego again. It was clear that the Cajun wasn't going to peel back any more layers than he already had - and the Doctor was completely convinced that everything he said had two meanings or more. It was like the other constantly willed him to read between the lines, to try and infer his own connotation. No more.

The Doctor's arms crossed and his eyes flitted away, off to the other corner of the room. He was detatching.

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