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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 08:21 pm UTC (link)
Gambit may not have believed the Time Lord asked the question; but, the Doctor was having a hard time believing he had to ask it. He had to ask it, though. Just had to. Ht couldn't let it hang because if he let his mind get wrapped up in it all he'd be back to living in the tunnels himself. He'd be back to snarling at thunder.

"I don't even know what that means, taking care of it." He wasn't being obtuse; in fact, he was rather pointed about it. It was doing no one any good in the Doctor's opinion to have someone like the Insider manipulating everyone. It brought down their morale. It made people question whom they could trust. It made people angry and scared. The Doctor had seen first hand what angry, scared people do: They try and throw you out of a bus into the rays of an extonic star. That's what they do.

The Doctor was speaking in slow measured tones, a stark contrast to the volume of the mutant. He didn't make any move to back away as Gambit again invaded his space, he knew better. "He's been lying and manipulating and toying with everyone here from the first day." The Doctor breathed, looking down.

"Why are you protecting him?"

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-06-21 08:32 pm UTC (link)
"Cause I tol' you. I ain' like you. I done t'in's, lots worse 'den 'dat. An' I ain' evil. Jus' stupi'. People are stupi', Docteur. We do t'in's when we scare', an' when we despr'e, an' when we 'lone, an' we know 'dey ain' righ' but we do 'dem anyway. An' I ain' gon' let 'dis turn into a wi'ch hun'. I been hun'ed an' I hun'ed ot'ers. Ain' gon' be par' of 'de hun'in' no more." Gambit tightened his jaw some as he said that and looked away from the Doctor, then around the surrounding area, as if expecting the Insider to come out at any moment.. before he slowly met brown eyes again.

"Righ' now, he jus' stupi', too. Tryin' t'help wit' 'dat. 'De firs' t'in' happens where he hur' someone, where I know he ain' jus' stupi', where I know he doin' evil t'in's, I ain' gon' be tryin' to help him no more." He shook his head a little and swayed back, but kept his feet firmly planted where they were. "Wan' you two t'meet. An' don' wan' you goin' for 'de throa', nei'ter. L'Initié is scare'. You 'de good guy, oui? You suppose' t'help 'de scare' les gens stupides, non? Maybe he t'ink he ain' go' no ot'er choice. Maybe he t'ink he really goin' somet'in' good." And Gambit didn't want to go after someone for no reason.. not L'Initié, anyway.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-06-21 08:42 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor listened again. Patiently. He was soaking in that first bit like a sponge. His hands instinctively went into his pockets. He was turning and then walking away. Yes, that's right, he'd turned his back.

"He's playing with you. Playing with you and you can't even see it." The Doctor could have been talking to himself. Was he talking about Gambit or the Insider? Which ever it was, clearly the Doctor was not pleased.

He stopped firm in his tracks. To meet? It was like Gambit had just informed the Doctor that the world was flat. He was wrong, dead wrong if he thought it was going to be a meeting of old friends. No, this would be a meeting with one purpose: The Insider telling the Doctor how to get them all out.

"And maybe he thinks he's got you right where he wants you? Maybe he's toying with you? Maybe he's playing a game? Has that occurred to you? Because that's what all of this is, a game." The Doctor was turned back around and yelling as those words came out, closing the gap between he and his friend.

His hands flung out of his pockets and he swung balled fists in the air. Right back where he'd started.

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