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[Thread] Fear Her
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traveling_rose) and the Master (sinister_charm)
What: Rose vs the Master cos he went and broke Ten's rib and left her with a second battered Time Lord to care for, argh!
When: after this post (afternoon-ish, June 25)
Where: 1920 ---> 207 ---> outside ---> and all back again
Rating: R to be safe for now (hello violence and pissed off people)
The Master's replies to her entry only fueled her desire to at the very least beat on his face some and give HIM a broken rib to nurse. She had honestly and truly had enough. Couldn't their piss-offs be with just words for once? No, that'd be asking too much of the Master. And he wanted to be the better man. That just would never happen.
She looked down at the Tenth Doctor, now in a sort of fitful, pained sleep. The sight reminded her of when he had regenerated. It had taken her some time, and put him through more pain than she wanted to think about, just to get his torso wrapped up and him lying back in bed next to a still unconscious Ninth Doctor. She sighed. Good thing he had given her a key to the room. She now had to be Nurse Tyler to both her Doctors.
It was just all wrong, so very very wrong.
Rose took a deep breath and temporarily calmed the storm within her so she could concentrate on gently checking the Ninth Doctor's vitals. One crushed, the other beaten.
Definitely not her week.
Vitals check done she gently pulled a blanket over the two of them and stepped quietly away from the bed. If they knew what she was going to head off and do they'd do more than just blow their tops.
In her time at the castle she had figured out that it took requests whether spoken out loud or thought about. Perfect, considering she knew they wouldn't like hearing her requests.
A katana. The castle produced one that looked like a near exact replica of the one she had last held in her hands. Fine by her considering she was giving that fucking bastard a repeat performance and all.
A fully-loaded handgun small enough so she could conceal it well enough under her red hoodie. An extra round of bullets to be concealed in a pocket.
That left her with one thing - a failsafe in case things went downhill. She looked back to the sleeping Doctors, katana casually held in one hand with the tip resting on the floor. They couldn't save her this time if needed. She knew they would hate her plan. They had after all stopped her the first time she tried to do it.
She knew her final request to the castle would be carried out, as usual. One very large truck and a thick chain with a hook would be waiting outside the Doctor's TARDIS. Only this truck she specifically asked to be voice activated so she could rip open the console with no help. She knew the castle would provide a truck like that as it provided them everything - except what they originally lost and a way home.
That settled she headed toward the door and was about to leave before she stopped and looked back to the Doctors again. She leaned the katana against the wall and went over to them.
Hopefully she didn't die. They needed someone to take care of them. Hold their hands.
She leaned over and first kissed the Ninth Doctor on the forehead, and then the Tenth.
She didn't look back again as she went to the door, got the katana and stepped outside to lock the door with her key. At least they'd be safe for now.
Katana in hand she headed to the elevator. No sense in going down all those flights to the second floor.
He was waiting after all.
traveling_rose) and the Master (sinister_charm)What: Rose vs the Master cos he went and broke Ten's rib and left her with a second battered Time Lord to care for, argh!
When: after this post (afternoon-ish, June 25)
Where: 1920 ---> 207 ---> outside ---> and all back again
Rating: R to be safe for now (hello violence and pissed off people)
The Master's replies to her entry only fueled her desire to at the very least beat on his face some and give HIM a broken rib to nurse. She had honestly and truly had enough. Couldn't their piss-offs be with just words for once? No, that'd be asking too much of the Master. And he wanted to be the better man. That just would never happen.
She looked down at the Tenth Doctor, now in a sort of fitful, pained sleep. The sight reminded her of when he had regenerated. It had taken her some time, and put him through more pain than she wanted to think about, just to get his torso wrapped up and him lying back in bed next to a still unconscious Ninth Doctor. She sighed. Good thing he had given her a key to the room. She now had to be Nurse Tyler to both her Doctors.
It was just all wrong, so very very wrong.
Rose took a deep breath and temporarily calmed the storm within her so she could concentrate on gently checking the Ninth Doctor's vitals. One crushed, the other beaten.
Definitely not her week.
Vitals check done she gently pulled a blanket over the two of them and stepped quietly away from the bed. If they knew what she was going to head off and do they'd do more than just blow their tops.
In her time at the castle she had figured out that it took requests whether spoken out loud or thought about. Perfect, considering she knew they wouldn't like hearing her requests.
A katana. The castle produced one that looked like a near exact replica of the one she had last held in her hands. Fine by her considering she was giving that fucking bastard a repeat performance and all.
A fully-loaded handgun small enough so she could conceal it well enough under her red hoodie. An extra round of bullets to be concealed in a pocket.
That left her with one thing - a failsafe in case things went downhill. She looked back to the sleeping Doctors, katana casually held in one hand with the tip resting on the floor. They couldn't save her this time if needed. She knew they would hate her plan. They had after all stopped her the first time she tried to do it.
She knew her final request to the castle would be carried out, as usual. One very large truck and a thick chain with a hook would be waiting outside the Doctor's TARDIS. Only this truck she specifically asked to be voice activated so she could rip open the console with no help. She knew the castle would provide a truck like that as it provided them everything - except what they originally lost and a way home.
That settled she headed toward the door and was about to leave before she stopped and looked back to the Doctors again. She leaned the katana against the wall and went over to them.
Hopefully she didn't die. They needed someone to take care of them. Hold their hands.
She leaned over and first kissed the Ninth Doctor on the forehead, and then the Tenth.
She didn't look back again as she went to the door, got the katana and stepped outside to lock the door with her key. At least they'd be safe for now.
Katana in hand she headed to the elevator. No sense in going down all those flights to the second floor.
He was waiting after all.
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She knew of a man. No ... two. Something about them. Needing to go to them. Needing to care for them. Crushed and broken. And of a puppy. In a room. In a castle. Thoughts and visions started to piece together. The castle, running, a gun and then ... nothing. Wrong way to get out. That way was burned. Those visions now gone. She kept trying. She felt like the darkness was a void. Void.
Panic set in. She couldn't be in a void. She had to survive so she pushed again, searching until-
Rose slowly opened her eyes and saw the grating on the console room floor. Her mind felt like it was burning and it made her feel sick. She struggled to get up. She needed to get up, to go somewhere, before the sickness could take hold. Going back to the castle, up to the top floor and to her room seemed impossible. She couldn't go to the Doctors yet. There was one option left.
She crawled and dragged herself along slowly along that familiar route to what had been her room. It was still there. She had been to it once before while in Paradisa. Pain and waves of nausea stopped her several times along the way until finally she made it. Instead of aiming for the bed she struggled along to her bathroom, where she finally let the sickness win.
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In the distance, a castle. That's where he needed to go. Given some kind of purpose, something beyond pain - it was... he didn't know. He just needed to go to it, find it. It took a while. Waves of pain and thrashing and self-inflicted violence struck him randomly and frequently. He couldn't stop. He had to do something - his head, his head, something went in his head and something went out and he was gone gone gone gone gone~ - and that was the only thing his body did.
Eventually, he was in a room. The feeling was here, but he couldn't find it. He wailed. No, no no no no! He slammed his hands against one of the walls, then hit his own head against it. A bloody smear was left from his hand. The man in black sunk to his knees and slammed his hands to his head, trying to drive his fingers into his skull and failing.
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Her bed, unslept in for so long, looked absolutely inviting. Sleep would bring relief. She would just worry tomorrow about making it back to the castle, her room, caring for Queenie (good thing she always left food, water, and in the bathroom those puppy training pads for her) ... caring for the Doctors, even if all she could do was check heartbeats, temperatures, and hold hands.
She gingerly laid down on the bed, not even bothering with sliding under the covers. All she wanted now was sleep, which thankfully came swiftly.
She dreamed of happy times with a man who could change his face as the mysterious singing wove in and out of it all.