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

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!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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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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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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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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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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