025; rescue

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[jotted down notes - quantum mechanics, complex algorithms.

Pause.

Recorded, terrified/worried]

"Doctor."

[rushing, footfalls on metal, clanking and slamming of things, followed by a metallic grinding and various strange other-worldly noises.

Silence. Thud. More running on metal. Doors slammed open, running on castle floor]

((OOC: Yes, the Master has gone off to save Nine (even if Nine's player isn't here, it was talked about and I went ahead with it); in the process, has sent a telepathic message to Ten, telling him to get to Nine's room immediately, and sending the same message to Rose.))

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[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[dictated, pls to be running now]

Master! What's going on? Nine, is he -- ?

dictated

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

He's alive, that's as much as I can tell.

[grunt, scraping noise, something thudding heavily on the floor]

Buried, an explosion - I need help.


I KNEW something was wrong! I've been feeling it all day!

dictated

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Good -- oh, good. I'll be there as soon as I can.

[more running, lift-noises]


[distractedly] Yeah, gut-feelings, gotta love 'em...

dictated

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[a heavy stream of Gallifreyan cursing, more grinding and thudding]

Not just gut. Knew. I've always had the talent for knowing future events without having to travel...

[what could only be described as a frustrated roar]

dictated

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[running faster, almost to the room]

I'll be right there, just -- !

dictated

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[more of the noise]

Whoever did this will PAY!

dictated

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[annd into the room, quiet as he stalls in the doorway]

What happened?

dictated

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[over his shoulder]

Don't just stand there, you stupid git, get over here and help me get your Ninth out!

dictated

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[walking in to help now, but not helping yet]

What happened to him?

dictated

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[shouted, dragging a large and heavy peice of what once was wall away]

I DON'T KNOW! An explosion, SOMETHING! Now get over here and help me, or, Rassilon help you, I'll shoot you where you stand!

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[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[pause, but then joining in on the dragging]

Get out of the -- [shoving some rubble aside, now] You don't know what caused this? Nothing?

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[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[noises, grunting, moving stuff]

From appearances, an explosion - but I got here moments after it - [Gallifreyan curse] - happened. I've been feeling off all day, knew something was going to happen, knew it...

[frustrated growl, snappy]

If I weren't so busy trying to help save your Ninth, I would have tried to see!

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[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[ditto]

The Master, disaster detector. [oomph] Always could count on you for that. Oh God, oh, he'd better be all right...

You're the perfect hypocrite, you know. I nearly thought you'd - [grunt] - you'd done this.

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[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[ditto, the sequel!]

The benefits of [grunt] having highly advanced mental abilities - reduced to a 'disaster detector'.

[crash] Of course you would. [sharp exhale] You should know me better. I'd never do something where I couldn't see your face as you died.

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[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[slight laugh, still moving stuff] That's what it is, isn't it? Crude gisting of a heightened precognitive ability, but same thing nonethe - [grunt] - less. If the alternate-timeline theory holds true, I've got a chance if he does - but he won't, so we don't have to [arrrr] worry.

[loud 'ow!', followed by a grim 'heh'] That's why I nearly thought so. And because you were so [grunt] intent on getting down here to save me. Him. Nine. [something heavy landing on the floor]

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[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[a grumble] I've always thought of it in better terms; but because you've analyzed it so well, perhaps I ought to just go to ancient Greece and take up being an Oracle - I'm certain they'd appreciate a [grunt, thud] 'disaster detector' of my calibre.

[grunt] Getting up, you mean. I live on the second floor - though only in the sense of it has my name written on the door. And you know I couldn't let anyone but me kill you, my dear Doctor.

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[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[heh] Perhaps you should. You'd be revered, and I wouldn't have to worry about you any more. [exasperated groan] Very good point, means we should shut up and get Nine the hell out of here all the sooner.

[an eyeroll would go here] Up, down... and thanks, I'll keep it in mind next time my life's being threatened that [grunt] you'll be by to throttle the perpetrator. Really. Makes me feel better. [arrrrgh] Help me with this?

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[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

If I wanted reverance, I'd remake Castrovalva with a few changes. [frustrated 'growl']

[stepping to Tenth's side to help, grunt] Ah, Doctor, not just throttle. I could just as easily slash their throats, provided they have them, snap their necks, or just shoot them.

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[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[a distracted laugh, nothing more, because hello big bit of rubble]

[sardonically, while lifting] Somehow I wouldn't expect [errrrgh] less. [loud thud]

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[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[heavy exhale]

I do what is needed of me.

[grunt, thud, repeat]

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[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[just grunting, lifting and dropping on this end now]

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[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[and the same for him]

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[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[stops dead, seeing something]

Is that -- ?

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[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[pause]

I think so.

[carefully back to work, which makes it slower, but yeah, don't want to risk doing something that'll KIIIIILL the Doctor. D:]

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[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[silence, quite focused on getting Nine out without breaking him :x]