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Tweak says, "Init though"

mods! (wariscomingmod) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-12-23 22:18:00

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alexis castle, allison argent, apocalypse, belle french, captain hook, caroline forbes, christmas douchery, clark kent/superman, claudia donovan, crowley, damien thorn, dean winchester, diana prince/wonder woman, elijah mikaelson, gregory house, hal yorke, harry lockhart, iliana dominick, it's lucifer bitches!, jacen solo, jaina solo, james rogers, john watson, kenzi, kol mikaelson, kon-el/superboy, korra, lois lane, maria hill, myka bering, niklaus mikaelson, olivia vincent, peter vincent, princess adelina, rebekah mikaelson, rebekah salvatore, regina mills, rose tyler, ruby winchester, sam winchester, scott mccall, sidney prescott, stiles stilinski, tinker bell, wesley wyndam pryce

THE APOCALYPSE

This is your IC Threadpost.

Please keep things labelled with character names in the subject line.

I'll be doing a few subheaders. Pre fight, Battle, Hellbound and Aftermath. Tag into any of these and if you want another subthread made ask me or MJ so it looks all tidy and whatnot.

Go forth and thread mah lovelies

I'm also gonna suggest cutting comms from the battle to the aftermath down to bare mimimum communications while the main battle threads go on to keep it a little bit real time. If you have to for time constraint reasons please mark it post battle

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Open to: Jack/Nine

drjones_unit
2013-12-24 11:23 am UTC (link)

Battles were nothing knew to her. Maybe it made her jaded, but Martha had seen so many, and this was what she was trained for. The disciplined training of UNIT and the training she had never asked for during the Year That Never Was. Even as Japan had burned around her, Martha had kept her cool, and that was what she did now, moving through the battlefield, tending to the wounded, directing the more seriously injured back, as well as defending against attack with a calm precision. She knew that people around her weren't making it, and later she knew she would grieve, but that would be later, had to be later, for now she had patients to treat.

When the Cage opened, even she looked shocked, she who had seen so many incredible things in her life.

And that was when things truly exploded for everyone.

Her heart froze when she heard the shouts of someone she knew was the Doctor. Oh, that voice wasn't as familiar to her as the Tenths, but there was still something recognizable in there. But she was far, too far away. And people were too close to the Cage.

She saw Tony go in and heard screaming. It took her a while to realize that the scream was her, all panic and fear, screaming out his name. Martha was about to go over there, to do something, anything, when she saw Rose. Golden eyed Rose. No, not Rose, not then, that was the Bad Wolf, and the panic in Martha increased. She saw what the Bad Wolf did, saving the Doctor, saving so many. There was a numb denial as she just stared, frozen to the spot, as Rose the Bad Wolf followed Tony into the Cage.

The instant the Cage closed, Martha felt able to move again, the tears coming thick and fast as she sobbed hysterically. Rose, the best girl friend she had ever had, come from a tough start to be as close to her as a sister. Tony, the man she had never meant to fall for but had done anyone, and she had never told him she loved him. All traces of the calm soldier was gone as she screamed, and tried to move towards where the Cage had been, before strong arms wrapped around her. Martha wasn't even sure who it was holding her back, just that he was enough to keep her where she was, even as she screamed and sobbed, trying to kick and claw her way free, refusing to even acknowledge any comfort the man was trying to give her.

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Re: Open to: Jack/Nine

onlysayinghello
2013-12-24 12:32 pm UTC (link)

Jack couldn't find Becker. He'd heard orders being shouted and then those stopped, just stopped. And he'd been looking for him when a knife had slit his throat from behind. Death had followed, just for a time and he had woken up to chaos. Screaming, the cage open, people falling, people dying, and then this, and then Martha's anger and hurt over her lover. He'd been running to her when he saw Rose. Only of course it wasn't Rose was it. It was the thing that brought life. The thing that had made him this and in a mad flurry of emotions Jack wondered if she'd take it away and what he'd do if she did. He could live and he would die and he could grow old with Becker...provided that tug he felt toward the seal, provided that didn't take.

He watched the Bad Wolf numbly up until the point it walked toward the cage, it went in taking his Rose with it and Jack let out a stream of curses worthy of Owen Harper himself when he realised he'd found Martha. And he'd grabbed her, thrown his arms around her waist, held her even as she collapsed to the ground, which in many ways was fine because he wasn't sure he could even stand anymore. He didn't even really know what he'd said beyond the usual things someone said in this situation, they'd find a way, they'd do something. Mostly he just held her and cried right along with her.

The battle came to its end around them but Jack wasn't ready to move, he wasn't ready even to stand, he needed to help Martha and he needed to find Becker. Nothing else mattered right now. Nothing at all.

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Re: Open to: Jack/Nine

drjones_unit
2013-12-24 01:00 pm UTC (link)

At some point her legs gave way and she sank to the ground, pulling whoever was holding her with her. The sobs showed no sign of letting up, even as she gasped and shook, still trying to claw her way free, as futile as the gesture was. There was no point. The Cage was closed, nothing more than a patch of dusty grass again. No sign that two of the most important people in her life had been ripped away.

Part of her knew she should find people, and she became slowly aware of just who was holding her, recognizing the coat sleeve around the arm holding her back. Jack. The moment she realized it, it was as though the fight had left her body and she turned in his arms, letting the tears flow as she buried her face in his shoulder and clung to him with all she had, sobbing until there were just no tears left in her.

"We need... we should..." The words were mumbled into his shoulder, and barely coherent as her voice shook. "Find people... The Doctor...Guy... Becker?" God, where were any of them? Had they seen? Were they alive? "We have to get them back, we have to, Jack, tell me we'll get them back."

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Open to: Jack/Nine

onlysayinghello
2013-12-27 01:23 pm UTC (link)

Jack shook his head, he hadn't seen Becker. Not yet, he saw him fighting, right in the heart of it in fact. Where else would he be? But since then, no. No sign, and it was killing him. But he needed to make sure that Martha was okay first. She needed to be okay. There was no choice. "I'll find Becker, I've seen Sir Broody and the Doctor, last I saw all alive, so don't think about that. There are people hurt. People out there still so hurt, and you need to be Doctor Jones now. They need that from you. When this is all done, you and me, we can find a way to get our people out, to get everyone out. But not this second okay?"

He kissed her on the forhead and pulled her into a tight hug. He needed her to be okay, he would need her, and he knew she would need him. For a few moments they'd cry, they'd mourn. It would hurt. But when that was done. They'd need to be the people the Doctor had made them.

They'd need to keep up the fight. Do whatever it took. All of it.

"We'll get them back Martha. I promise you, okay? We'll get them back"

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Open to: Jack/Nine

drjones_unit
2013-12-27 01:50 pm UTC (link)

He was right. Of course he was. Martha needed to be Doctor Jones, needed to tend to the wounded, to fix what she could, and get through the next few hours in one piece before she could finally let herself cry for Tony and for Rose. That last image of Rose with the golden eyes, the Bad Wolf, it was haunting. And Tony. God, Tony, her sexy agent, who laughed so easily and let her steal his popcorn. What was even happening to them?

She buried her face in Jack's shoulder, just for a bit longer, taking a few shuddering breaths as she calmed herself down, taking comfort in the oh so familiar scent of that coat and the man inside it. When she felt that little bit able to, she lifted her face towards his, weirdly noticing just how short she was compared to him. It was fitting really, she had never felt tinier in her life. "We'll get them back." She echoed his words firmly.

"We need to find our people." There, action. Something concrete. "Find Becker, make sure he's alright. See if Guy's understood what's happened. And the Doctor." Her expression became worried. "I don't know this him so well. We need to find him, Jack. We need to make sure he's alright."

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