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Tweak says, "Damn the man, save the Empire."

Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-02 23:59:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 17, location: theatre, nymphadora tonks, rose tyler

Who: ~~Nymphadora~~ Tonks and Rose Tyler
What: A real introduction that should've been a LOT happier
Where: Near enough to the theater
When: Day 17, early evening, about 5
Rating: PG...ish
Status: Active.

Yes, sure she'd told the Doctor she'd stay put. And for the most part, Rose Tyler had stayed put. It just turned out she was staying put by the theater, where the most gruesome show she'd ever 'watched' was playing out. When she'd finally left the museum that morning, she'd seen the monitor outside of it. And then she'd made her way slowly around the town to all of the others. But try as she might to get away from it, she couldn't stay away from the theater.

She couldn't stand there and watch, of course. It was too damn hard and it hurt too much. She'd only just met the man, it was ridiculous to hurt as badly as she did. But torture was something she couldn't accept, not for anyone. She rarely liked violence in general. And those screams... The pain they were in! How could anyone do that to someone and sleep the next night?

She couldn't stand there and watch, but she couldn't leave him alone, either. She needed to know that he had someone. Remy LeBeau had accepted her and been kind to her before he'd had a clue who she was. He'd offered her a safe place to sleep and the comfort of a friend. No, she wasn't going anywhere. Even if her heart broke everytime she heard the Cajun scream.

So it wasn't hard for her to find out when it was over. The screams had gone quieter. Too weak to continue, probably passed out from the intense pain. Rose had ventured out of her hiding place, a thatch of trees not far from the theater but far enough to not be involved in that gaggle of bystanders. One look at the monitor, and the dead bodies, was all she needed. Before she threw up or burst into hysterical sobs, she retreated back to her hiding spot. She slid down a tree and curled her arms around her bent knees, hiding her face behind them.

She'd felt this vulnerable before. One didn't get kidnapped by Daleks and not feel vulnerable. But death had never looked like such an obvious possibility before. And now? Oh, now it really, really did.

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polymorphic
2009-08-04 05:04 am UTC (link)

"The Headmaster of my school is a good hundred and something years old? We live long." She shrugged, smiling. "But they could be a jillion years old! Could you imagine! And still amazed by everything under the sun. I hope I keep that amazement." Tonks felt, for the first time, like the weight on her chest had been lifted.

"Of course unicorns are real!" She was laughing again. "Silly Muggles always miss it then, don't they?" She loved them though. The culture and the people. Least the ones in her life. Then the laugh came out again as she nodded her head. "Sounds like him."

There was a pause and she felt like she should explain herself. "I come from a different time than this Remus does. I know him when he's thirty-five."

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jeopardysfriend
2009-08-04 05:16 am UTC (link)

"Muggles?" As much as she liked this new girl, Rose was afraid Tonks' culture was going to take some getting used to. That didn't bother her, though. If anyone was accepting of new people and things, it was her. She travelled with an alien, after all.

And then she said what she did and Rose started thinking. "He did mention he was from the seventies." Not sitting her A-levels didn't stop basic math. "So you're from...the nineties?" Remy had been from the nineties. Had been. Past tense. Her breath caught but she swallowed hard and continued. "So tell me, is his adult self still perfectly prim and proper and apologizing for every single thing whether he had a hand in it or not?" She really had grown to care for that little goof, even if she'd only know him a short time. He was too sweet for his own good.

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polymorphic
2009-08-04 07:06 am UTC (link)

"Non-magical people." Explained easily. She didn't have any malice or derision in her voice using the word either. It was just what they were called.

"Mm." The witch nodded, "1995, to be exact." She paused then, head tilting slightly again at the pause in Rose's line of thought. Then looked down briefly. It was unfair that the others weren't here, being able to do just what she and Rose were doing. Then dark gaze lifted back up and she was smiling wryly, "Oh, we try to make it so he's not." The wry smile turned fond at that, and she was shrugging in a sheepish manner. "Still very apologetic, though I reckon that'll be forever in gettin' him not to." Remus had a hard life, and she knew she was one of many who worked, and would continue to work, to get him to smile.

"A little too sweet, he is. Puts up with me when he oughta be saying sod off or something."

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