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Vas Captio Mods ([info]vas_captio_mod) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-10 22:22:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 15, experiment, selene, the doctor (nine)

Experiment: Selene and The Ninth Doctor
Who: The Ninth Doctor and Selene
What: They're new and they're being experimented on. Think of it as a welcome to the wilderness moment
Where: Undisclosed location
When: 8:00AM
Rating: PG-13

Good morning, new arrivals!

The Ninth Doctor and Selene will awaken in an extraordinarily well lit room. However, your character and their fellow subject will not be able to see as they have been stricken blind. After 10 minutes a slow sing-song voice starts very quietly repeating "See no evil." "You can't see me." "Can you feel me?" The Doctor and Selene will immediately start feeling gentle brushes of wind around their face and any exposed skin. They will not be able to catch the responsible party.

Additional information about this experiment to be provided as play progresses.

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[info]so_impressive
2009-07-11 02:38 am UTC (link)
One minute he was regenerating -- the most painful thing that a Time Lord can go through, mind you -- with Rose giving him this horrified, stricken look. But after a bit of reassuring, and a brilliant smile, she'd started to smile too. And Nine, for that briefest of moments, was completely calm, even though every cell in his body was dying. For that moment, he was happy. He'd saved her, it'd cost him one of his lives, one of his regenerations. But she was safe. She was alive. And she'd still be with him, in a manner of speaking. Then the moment was over. And everything was dark.

Then he'd woken up in a very dark room. Because not for one minute did the Doctor think he couldn't see anything. Blind? Really? His tongue swiped over his teeth.. his hand came up to touch at his hair, his hands patted over his clothing.

Both fingers came up to flick at his abnormally large ears.

He hadn't regenerated.

"Rose?" Was his first question into the darkness.

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[info]bulletsandblood
2009-07-11 02:54 am UTC (link)
Selene didn't know what happened. She was continuing her exploration of the ruined fortress grounds, seeing things much differently than when she had been a mere child running around the place. Someone or something must have knocked her out -- although who could get the drop on her now, she didn't know -- because the next thing she knew she was somewhere that was most definitely not the wilds of Eastern Europe. For starters the smell of the forest was gone. The smell of anything, really. No, she could smell blood, and hear a beating heart. She wasn't alone.

Her eyes opened and she sat up... only to continue to see darkness. Her hands swiftly came to her face but she felt nothing covering her eyes, nothing that could be obscuring her vision. What in the hell? Defense mechanisms kicking in, her hands dropped to her hip holsters, but they were empty. "Shit..." The curse was barely audible, and a quick check of her pockets proved fruitless as well. Someone had blinded her and taken her weapons, but left her alive? That certainly didn't sound like the lycans, let alone she had no idea how she could possibly become blind.

Just as nagging was the presence she could smell and hear and she managed to stand, taking a step backward that was hopefully farther away from whoever or whatever was there with her, and she managed not to startle when they spoke. "Who are you?" Her voice was sharp, and she tried to quit blinking as if that would clear her vision. Focus on her other senses, that was what she tried to tell herself. Don't think of the fact you've never heard of a vampire going blind.

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[info]so_impressive
2009-07-11 03:03 am UTC (link)
Not the beating of just one heart. She only had one person in the room with her, one voice, one smell. Two hearts. Two beating, thrumping, pumping hearts. Two hearts, just one Doctor. He turned when he heard that other voice. Clearly not Rose. Not Rose at all. And he was still.. well.. himself. Something was very wrong here. His hands immediately pushed into the bigger-on-the-inside pockets of his leather coat.. but he came up empty. No wires. No toys. No coins. No blue boxes or red canisters or yellow loopty-doos that needed a special brand of his jiggery pokery. Nothing. They were empty. And Rose was gone.

"The Doctor." He finally responded, turning his body towards the sound of the other voice. "Who are you?" Prompted in return. His voice actually had a smile to it, you could just hear the smile oozing out, with that British accent (Norther, mind you, but not from the North. Not this North. Lots of planets had a North) ticking at the sides of his words.

Why was it so dark? He wished he had his screwdriver -- or that flash light he had. Anything. Anything to see into the darkness and identify the person he was now speaking with. It wasn't any voice he had ever heard before.. but soon, those other voices came, sweet sing-song whispers, and the brushes of wind, the touches of the breeze against his face, his hands. His neck. But he wasn't outside, the ground was solid beneath his feet. They were definitely in some sort of room.

This wasn't good. Not at all.

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[info]bulletsandblood
2009-07-11 03:19 am UTC (link)
The vampire noted his use of 'the' rather than 'a' and wondered about that. Or she would have, if there weren't more pressing matters. But at least he didn't sound menacing or have the growly tone of a lycan. Perhaps he was simply mortal. Even if she couldn't see it made him much less of a threat. "Selene." she replied crisply, and would have continued her inquiry if the sing-song voice hadn't started.

What may have been whispers to human ears were much louder to hers, louder even than she was used to, and there was the fleeting childish urge to cover her ears. It hadn't yet been twenty-four hours since she drank the blood of the oldest of them all and hadn't even begun to adjust to the effects. "What the..." One hand swatted when the breeze brushed her face, head jerking back instinctively. This was no natural wind. It couldn't be, not when she knew without a doubt she wasn't outdoors. The vampire didn't need sight for that. "Are you doing this?" The edge in her voice didn't betray the fear creeping up in the back of her mind, and she again searched her pockets, hoping in vain she simply hadn't reached in the right one. She'd feel so much better with a gun in her hand.

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[info]vas_captio_mod
2009-07-11 03:24 am UTC (link)
The room stills for a time, and the pair are left with quiet. Without warning the recording starts again, this time the voice is deeper as it speaks, more mallicious. "See no evil," it cackles. "Can you see me?" It inquires. "Can you feel me?" It taunts.

A figure can be heard circling the room with shuffled steps. Now the touches become less breeze like and more definite, a tug of clothing, skin on skin. "Can you... Feel me?" It asks again, this time right in your ear.

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[info]so_impressive
2009-07-11 03:32 am UTC (link)
The Doctor wouldn't have felt much better if she had a gun in her hand. A gun in the darkness with these things all around? He'd be a Holy Doctor. Hah. Yeah. That was funny. Admit it. The Doctor was smiling away though, because that was what he did when he was unsure.. or thinking. And he was both. "No. I'm not doing anything. I guess that means that you're not doing anything, either. It feels like gusts of air being shot from some sort of air c--" But it was then that the air and the voices stopped, and the Doctor became silent as well, staring into the darkness around him, still imagining that it was him in the dark, and not that his eyes weren't working. That would just be absurd.

"Nice to meet you, Selene. Wish it were under better circumstances. No need to worry, we'll be fine." So easy to say, even without that screwdriver in his hand. There'd never been a pickle he couldn't get out of, not in nine hundred and fifty-seven years of travel. The Doctor had been able to get out of each and every mess he (or someone else) had gotten into.

However, the voices were starting up again and now they were deeper, a little louder. And there was tugging at his clothed, the feel of skin on skin. "Selene, where are you?" Protective Doctor. His voice was tighter this time, not quite concerned, but definitely not as light hearted as it once was. "Come towards my voice." It was an order to her, even as he was moving a few steps in the direction of her voice, his hand outstretched in the hopes of finding her. He didn't know where he was, but this woman seemingly had no idea, either. And she didn't smell human. There was a distinct scent of blood to her. And the Doctor, later, would wrack his brain for reasons why-- species, planets-- but right now, he was more concerned with her welfare.

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[info]bulletsandblood
2009-07-11 03:50 am UTC (link)
It was a relief when the voice and the breeze stopped, though at the same time it had her wondering what was next. Was someone toying with her and a human? Well, she wasn't entirely sure about that but having ruled out vampire and lycan there was only one option left. More importantly, who could possibly do such a thing? She undoubtedly had both races after her and torture wasn't really their thing, at least as far as her centuries of experience were concerned.

The relative confidence in his tone and words were a slight comfort in the quiet, she found. It was so much easier to deal with people who looked for solutions. She might have commented if the voice hadn't started up again, immediately putting her on edge. With the first tug her body tensed and her lips drew back slightly, fangs becoming prominent. The vampire did not like games. She snarled at the voice in her ear and shot out her hand to hit whoever was there, but hit nothing. "Who are you?" she demanded of the unseen menace, voice louder, both accent and anger coming through. Her senses were torn between trying to track whoever or whatever was touching her and the mortal presumably trapped with her. At first she hadn't been sure of his intentions but the command to come toward his voice told her that he couldn't see either, and it both did and didn't make her feel better.

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[info]so_impressive
2009-07-11 04:00 am UTC (link)
"Come on, Selene. Come towards me." It was another order to her, as he kept his hand out, moving slowly but steadily closer, to try and locate her in the darkness around them. "Being scared and lashing out isn't going to do any help. We're going to get out of here and we're going to find out what's going on. And neither one of us are going to get hurt in the process. Now come to my voice." All sense of play had now been drawn straight out of his tone. The Doctor wasn't amused anymore, this woman was clearly beginning to become upset (and really, she had every right). She sounded angry, but anger was often a good disguise for fear. And fear made logical men into mad men. That wasn't what he wanted.

"We're going to be alright." He assured her again, the smile having returned for just that brief moment. Confident Doctor.. he was bordering on arrogance, but few people had ever pointed that out to him. Few people had ever wanted to. His arrogance always pulled him (and thus, whoever he was with) through hard times. He was clever and he knew it. No, better than clever. He was fantastic. And he was doing his best to ignore the tugging on his clothes. It wouldn't do to be worried, or scared. It took a lot to scare The Doctor. This was more like a game.

For now.

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[info]bulletsandblood
2009-07-11 04:56 am UTC (link)
She could hear its steps and tried to settle herself, tried to call on her tracking instincts. Her eyes were wide open but she forced herself to close them and keep them that way; if she was blind it would do nothing to keep her eyes open other than to dry them out, and possibly allow for injury. That, and if her vision were to come back suddenly it would be far more of a shock to her system if her eyes were already open and adjusted to not seeing. It was easy to tell herself these things, harder to follow when her first instinct was to strike out.

The man's words sounded almost chiding to her in light of her own anger at being toyed with. But he did have a point. If they were near she could at least rule out what noises he was causing and what were from whatever was with them. And, should he at some point become a threat, it would be all the easier to take care of him if she knew precisely where he was. The vampire didn't say anything, she just listened to his steps and where his voice was coming from. Turning, she walked carefully a few steps, one hand out both to reach and prevent her from running into anything. Not that it entirely kept her from being startled when her fingers brushed his, and it took nearly everything in her not to fall into defensive instincts.

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[info]so_impressive
2009-07-11 05:06 am UTC (link)
"There we go. See? I'm not that scary, except maybe my face. Lucky it's dark enough in here that you can't see that." His tone was light enough once again and he curled his fingers around hers and stepped in closer, near enough he could bring his leg in against hers and keep the contact with their legs and hips, releasing her hand in the process. He wanted his hands free, but he also wanted to know where she was at all times, both to keep her safe, and to keep himself safe.

"Who's that? Trying to make contact in the dark? Not really the best way to make friends." He had the distinct feeling that someone was listening, but certainly wasn't trying to make contact, nor to communicate with them. This was something completely different. This seemed like a trap. Or a test. Or something as equally planned out. This hadn't been just something that the both of them had fallen into.. they'd been brought here, he was sure of it. What he wanted to know, was how they'd plucked him so easily out of his TARDIS, and where Rose was. Rose had to be around here somewhere.. even if he'd been taken, he knew she wouldn't just leave it like that. She'd come after him. He knew she would. And that meant she was here.

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[info]bulletsandblood
2009-07-11 05:23 am UTC (link)
It took restraint not to pull her hand back and she wasn't surprised to see he seemed to have a similar thought about staying close. "I don't think the problem is the dark." she remarked dryly, turning her head away from where she now knew he was to try and pick up on whoever was in there with them. The vampire listened to him talk to whatever was there watching them, glad someone else was there to do it since she wasn't really into taunts and goading. Action was her method. Shoot, stab or hit first, ask questions before they died. Of course, she wasn't about to let some mortal order her around either. "Back to back would be wise, leaves us less vulnerable." She spoke as she moved, not standing right against his back but close enough their bodies brushed, close enough they were still aware of the other. "And I don't think they want to make friends."

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[info]vas_captio_mod
2009-07-11 05:22 am UTC (link)
The room stilled again. The voice stopped it's incessant repeating for another few minutes. However, as the quiet settled and the pair were left with their other senses much heightened the scent of smoke would become heavy and thick in their nostrils. It was coming from nearby as the heat that rolled off of open flame indicated. The flames were rolling and thick and the smoke was pungent like burnt oil. Listen up kiddies: There's open flame and you still can't see: what happened to your peepers?

The voice started again, deep and angry as it circled around them. What had been gentle touches and subtle tugs had turned into pushes and shoves, usually in the direction of the fire. Each touch left a distinct wet mark that usually went in a thick trail across their skin or their clothing. It smelled metallic. Selene and the Doctor would know immediately it was blood.

"CAN YOU FEEL ME?" The voice demanded.

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[info]bulletsandblood
2009-07-11 06:30 am UTC (link)
In the stillness her breathing was calm, or at least as calm as she could make it. Selene was trying to prepare herself for whatever might be coming next when she picked up on a new scent, one that make her hackles rise solely because of what it meant and not because it was becoming stronger. Smoke. Smoke meant fire, something quickly confirmed as she became aware of heat. If one wanted to get a rise out of a vampire fire was a sure-thing, short of a raging lycan.

She could keep her eyes closed no longer, despite that when she opened them the smoke instantly caused them to burn slightly. If anyone was there to see her eyes they would have been a bright electric white-blue, her fangs fully extended in her mouth as panic began to rise in the vampire. "Fucking hell!" She cursed because it felt better than standing there in the 'dark' with the scent of smoke engulfing her as surely as the flames would love to. The first time she was shoved she lunged to shove back, only to make a noise as the scent of blood mixed with smoke. What madness was this? Whoever this was had set this up specifically, why else would fire and blood, fear and hunger, be mixed? Not that her mind was really focusing on such thoughts that ran through the back of her head. The scent of blood was wrestling with the smoke for dominance of her senses and her head was pounding, body unable to stay still. "Coward!" She was yelling now, hands balling into fists at her side and then uncurling, panic fueling rage and deep instincts. "What do you want?!"

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[info]so_impressive
2009-07-11 06:45 am UTC (link)
With the woman standing at his back, the Doctor was much more pleased. Good. She knew how to take care of herself, she wasn't looking for his protection. That would make things a lot easier here. Thank goodness. He could feel her at his back as the hands began pushing and shoving, the blood splattered along his face and coat-- now that was just disgusting, and with a lick to taste it his face became a little grim. "It's human." The Doctor supplied grimly, even as the heat of the flame roared up.

And that was when he knew it wasn't darkness. It was his eyes. He couldn't see because something was wrong with his eyes. And those pushing, shoving, forcing hands were getting stronger, urging them towards the flames as the smoke shrouded him. Now, the Doctor could simply stop breathing, with that system of his, but he wasn't sure that this woman could, so he was shifting an arm back some. "Crouch, get low." An insisted command, as he began to crouch down. Not only would it keep them out of the smoke, which would rise.. but it would also give them something to brace against. It was harder to move a sitting figure than it was to move a standing one. And as the Doctor coughed, he spread his legs out some and allowed his bottom to hit the stone floor beneath him, hand reaching out towards the source of the heat instead of shying away from it. He wanted to know if it was a fire, an open flame. He'd find out pretty quickly, surely.

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[info]bulletsandblood
2009-07-11 07:29 am UTC (link)
She was doing her damnedest not to think about the blood, even when it dripped from her sleeve to her hand and the scent of it made her fangs ache. Blind, with a fire to contend with, was no time to think about feeding. Selene wanted to lunge, to just go after this being or creature, whatever it was that was doing this. Her whole body was tense with the desire to fight, fight to the death if necessary.

At the words she dropped fluidly, enough left of her rational mind to recognize a good idea when she heard one. Other than a tinge of burn to her eyes, the smoke wasn't particularly bothering her. It was more the fire than the smoke, and the vampire wasn't thinking about running out of air. She didn't know if she could, in truth. If she made it out of this it would be something for her to ponder. Selene pressed her back to the Doctor's, hands flat on the floor a moment before she was reaching as far as she could both to the sides and in front of her, trying to stay aware for when the unseen hands started pushing again. It eased her panic a tiny bit that he was closer to the heat source than she, but not by much.

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[info]so_impressive
2009-07-11 08:26 am UTC (link)
"Okay, I've found it." The source, that was. The real source, not just the direction it was coming from. He still didn't know what was creating the heat and, seemingly, the flame as well. "There it is, nothing to worry about." Yes there was. There was an open flame in a small room (it had to be small, with the way it was so quickly filling up with smoke) and there were rather strong, blood-covered hands trying to shove them at it. But the Doctor was nudging his elbow against her side. "Twist with me, Selene." Another calm, but firm order. He wanted her to know that he expected to be listened to, and thought the best thing right now, was to be firm. Panicked minds reacted better to confident orders. He knew that from experience. And he wasn't sure if she was panicking or not, but if he were in her position (he was in her position, wasn't he? Hah, that was funny..) he certainly would be.

"We're just going to turn here, clockwise. Scoot on your butt, use your hands." He was putting himself directly in front of that heat and drawing his legs up, spreading them to brace his shoes against the ground and keep himself from being pushed forward. This way, if they were pushed to the side, they wouldn't fall into the heat source.. and she would be there to protect him from being hit from behind, and he'd be able to protect her, as they had been doing earlier. Now they were safer, set up like this. Those hands would have to get pretty strong to force The Doctor into that heat.

"Do your best not to breathe in too much, cover your mouth with your hand if it starts to burn your lungs." Helpful! Doctor is Helpful! Really, where did he get this infinite wisdom? Cover your mouth to protect against smoke? Really? My, how the mighty had fallen. But really, he was only talking to try and keep her calm. If he fell silent, she could imagine all manner of things. He wanted to keep her mind focused on something, and if it had to be his voice, then so be it.

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[info]bulletsandblood
2009-07-11 08:50 am UTC (link)
"Nothing to worry about?" she couldn't help but echo, though she knew what he was doing. Or at least trying to do. Trying to console a vampire about being trapped somewhere with a damned fire wasn't really possible. If she had been on her own she just might have been trying to find a wall to climb or break down, anything to get away from the heat. She went with his motions though, certainly not having any better ideas. At least one of them was thinking rationally. Later she would have to thank him for trying to block her from the fire.

She could feel him bracing himself and did the same, even if her heeled boots made it a little harder, though thankfully the leather of her trenchcoat provided far more traction against the ground than the rest of her clothes would. It didn't make her feel all that much better in truth as it only made it that much clearer how much danger she was potentially in. "My lungs are fine. My eyes burn a little but otherwise I'm fine." Would that change though? She hadn't needed to breathe while underwater, and hadn't found herself particularly out of breath any time she could remember. But she just didn't know about smoke and fire. Her mortal body was, after all, dead. "I'm more worried about the fire. And the blood." Selene wasn't sure why she was talking, perhaps because he was. And speaking of blood, the bit on her hand was starting to dry and stick to her skin, and it was getting harder to ignore the urge to lick it off.

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[info]so_impressive
2009-07-11 09:04 am UTC (link)
"Nope, nothing to worry about, all taken care of." Well, he hoped it would be, anyway. And shortly, too. Because he could feel his shoes getting very, very warm. Nine hundred years of getting out of scrapes like this. He wasn't going to let himself go blindly (quite literally) into a fire with a young woman at his back. Not a chance. He was going to get her out, he was going to get him out, and he was going to find out who was behind this.

"Try your best to keep your eyes closed then, I know it'll be hard, Selene." He'd used her name to try and keep things personal, let her know that he remembered it, and that he was here. In fact, he was quite glad that she was talking to him in return. If her lungs weren't hurting, talking would keep her breathing, it would let him know that she was still okay, and it would help to calm his frayed nerves as well. Even a Time Lord could be a little concerned in situations like this. But he certainly wasn't letting it show.

"Don't worry about the fire, I've got that under control," Yeah, sure seemed like it, didn't it? "But if you hear me yelling for you to run," Which happened often, when you were around The Doctor, "Then I suggest you stand quickly and run away from the source of the heat. But I don't think that's going to happen. I think we're just fine." Even in saying all of that, he still sounded so confident. It was just his nature. He was a confident man. He had to be, to do the things he did. Saving worlds and universes and humanity and a multitude of other species, from aliens was hard work, and it took someone with know-how. Someone who was sure they could get the job done. And The Doctor had never failed before.

Except that one time. But he preferred not to think on that. Ever. Even though it was still so fresh in his mind.

"And the blood shouldn't hurt you. Try your best to wipe it off if you can," He imagined, of course, that she had some sort of blood-phobia... not that she wanted to lick it off of her. Then again, there was nothing stopping her. They were in the dark and the Doctor wouldn't know what she was doing behind him. She could give into her craving, if she really wanted to. As long as she didn't decide to finish up with a Doctor Dessert. He was sweet-tasting, yes, but he had no interest in becoming anyone's meal.

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[info]bulletsandblood
2009-07-11 09:26 am UTC (link)
Her eyes were closed, for brief moments. It was hard to keep them that way when nearly every fiber of her being demanded a different type of action. But the fire wasn't surrounding them, at least not yet (don't think like that), so perhaps if they just waited here it would burn itself out and that particular danger would become moot.

She wanted to laugh at his remark about running but thought better of it. If they needed to run from something she would be more worried about him keeping up. Unless, of course, they found no door or other means of escape, in which case the running would be pointless. And was not a thought that kept her calm. Selene did laugh when he said the blood shouldn't hurt her. She really couldn't help it. "No, no, it won't hurt me." Quite the opposite really... unless it was poisoned. With what, she had no idea, but it was a thought. She raised her hand, imagining the sight. The dark red liquid thick and clinging to her pale skin, no longer fresh but not at all a concern. She hadn't had fresh blood since... well, since she bit Michael, but that hadn't been to feed.

Her unseeing eyes looked at the back of her hand and her tongue slid across her teeth, feeling the prick of her fangs. If she didn't do something the sensation would only continue to bother her. So she gave in to the familiar hunger that made her fangs ache, flicking her tongue across the back of her hand much the way a cat licked its paw. At the taste of the blood her eyes immediately shut and she pressed her lips together tightly as the bloodlust started to rise in her. It may have been a bad idea, but it did give her something to focus on other than the smoke and the fire.

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[info]vas_captio_mod
2009-07-11 03:31 pm UTC (link)
Think your clever, Doctor? Think again.

The fire died down. That was nice, wasn't it? When you look at your shoes later, Time Lord, you'll see they've been less than pleasantly singed. Sorry about that.

It would take a few minutes for the voice to start up again.

"I've taken your eyes," it started, back to sing song. "Now I'll take your protection." Deep there, very deep. Though, not outwardly mean and nasty, much more factual this time.

Blood tinged grip would grasp Selene by her hair and drag her to one side of the room. Another set of hands would grab the Doctor and drag him to the other.

"Say goodbye, children."

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[info]so_impressive
2009-07-11 05:11 pm UTC (link)
When the heat died down, the Doctor let out a slow breath and the smile on his face returned, though briefly. "See? Heat source all taken care of. Nothing to worry about." He assured. "But I think we'd be best served to stay as we are for now, instead of getting up and moving around." Just in case anything strange started happening again. The Time Lord was displeased. Whoever had taken him away from his TARDIS, from his regeneration, was very powerful indeed. To stick him in a box like this, to take his sight? Very displeased.

However, as soon as they'd gotten resettled again, those hands were grabbing hold of him and he immediately reached out for Selene, able to grab hold of her forearm as they were pulled apart. "Hold onto me, Selene!" The Time Lord insisted sharply, as the two forces tried to tug them apart -- but it was no use, his grip was slipping, moving from her forearm to her wrist, then into her hand as they each held onto one another. Eventually, the force became too much and his grip slipped free, allowing whatever it was to haul him away. He could hear Selene being dragged in the opposite direction and the great and powerful Time Lord was able to do nothing to stop it.

"Who are you?" This time it was demanded, but the Doctor wasn't panicking. Not yet. Though they'd been treated like this, tugged and taunted and splattered with blood, pushed at a fire and torn apart, they hadn't actually been harmed yet. Not yet. "Whatever you want from us, there's other ways to get it." It was his warning to heed his suggestion, whoever you are. The Time Lord (this Time Lord, anyway) didn't give second chances easily. And they weren't to be taken lightly when he did.

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[info]bulletsandblood
2009-07-11 05:23 pm UTC (link)
Selene was too busy trying to shove the bloodlust back down to hear him, though after a moment she absently noted it felt less warm. A good thing, too, considering the way black leather retained heat. Her eyes were still closed and hand near her face as she rolled the taste around on her tongue. No memories came to her mind, no flashes of images or events or even a hint at what kind of creature (she assumed mortal) it came from. Definitely not fresh blood.

Her eyes flew open when the strength of the blood scent surged and her hair was grabbed, letting out a surprised noise. She reached out for the Doctor the same time he reached for her but it was no use. Something that deeply unsettled the vampire given her strength. Whatever this was couldn't be human, there was no way. Selene tried to wrestle away from the grip, letting out a rather feral snarl as both hands reached up for the one holding her, trying to break free or at least break bones as her feet tried to gain purchase against the floor, against anything that might stop her movement.

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[info]so_impressive
2009-07-11 06:05 pm UTC (link)
"Enough of this!" The Doctor called out into the darkness around him-- though really, it was only his own eyes creating that darkness. But he didn't want to think about that right now. He was being hauled further from Selene and he stretched an arm out again to reach for her, but he knew it would be fruitless. It was useless. She was out of his range and whatever it was that was taking him, was also taking her. He could hear her boots scraping against the ground, the snarling. What sort of creature was she? Humans could never muster up such a surge of animalistic tones.

"It's alright, Selene, it's going to be alright!" He called out across the room to her again, grunting with the effort it was taking him to struggle against that ominous grasp.

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[info]bulletsandblood
2009-07-11 06:27 pm UTC (link)
Panic was being replaced by fury. Like the kind of fury she felt when she was up against half a dozen lycans and her team was in shambles. She wasn't even thinking about her vision anymore, her other senses more than making up for its loss. Her hands scrambled for a grasp of their own against whatever was pulling her, nails trying to dig into fabric or flesh and do whatever damage was possible, and the sound of the Doctor's voice becoming further away only caused her to fight harder. They were being separated for a reason, but what? Regardless, the vampire would not go down without a fight.

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[info]vas_captio_mod
2009-07-11 07:21 pm UTC (link)
"Pity," the voice said quietly, it's tone a mash of high and low.

Another tug to Selene's hair and a choke to the Doctor's throat. A sharp prick would be felt on their arms as a needle was carefully applied. Yes, children, we're very careful about this sort of thing. A push of the plunger and in went the sedative. These two had been toyed with in here enough. The Powers had seen what they had wanted to see.

"Pleasant dreams."

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