seventeen | location: around taxon | someone who appears to save the day

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor hatched a set of handcuffs. They were for him to use. The last time he'd let someone else restrain the Master, the Doctor had held him, still in restraints, as he died. That wouldn't happen this time. The Doctor would save him. Somehow.

Everything was ready. It was just time to move forward.





OOC: Final post for the Master's plot! Everything is in individual threads and threadhopping is encouraged. If you see that this needs another plotty starter thread, drop me a line and let me know!

EDIT: I was requested to put up a note letting everybody know that this is a backdated post.

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Re: Rescuing the Victims

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Sam!" the Doctor called. "Ruby, Mohinder! Anybody! Get them out of here!"

Re: Rescuing the Victims

[magicalskeptic.livejournal.com]

Crumpled in the corner, curled up so small, she might be easy to miss, is Morgana, still clutching a doll, left to her by Drusilla.

She lost consciousness a while back and is unaware of what is happening.

Rescuing the Victims

[bigbad]

Spike isn't rescuing the victims so much as clearing the Extras out of the way for the people who are. It's the best fight he's had outside of sparring with Illyria, and despite the gravity of the situation, he can't help enjoying himself a little.

He catches a familiar scent and turns his head. Miss Edith, clutched by someone who isn't Drusilla. He narrows his eyes. No one mentioned that she was a part of it. Either she's behind it or she's one of the victims, and in either case, Spike should get that doll.

He fights his way over and ducks down next to her, letting his face go back to human. "Hi, name's Spike, I need to borrow the dolly." He snaps her bonds and pries the doll out of her hands. "I'll be back for you, pet, I promise, soon as I find Drusilla," he mutters. He frowns and pulls his coat off and tucks it around the woman. Then he stands up again and goes to find Angel.

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[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

When Casey finally gets to where the prisoners are being held, he almost doesn't spot Morgana lying on the floor. Her form is so tiny that his searching gaze at first dismisses her unconscious heap as a discarded leather coat. Then he realizes it's her.

"Damn it."

Casey hurries over to Morgana and kneels beside her, checking her pulse. She's alive. He lets out a breath of relief. She looks in pretty bad shape, though. He's reluctant to move her but he needs to get her to the people who're tending to the wounded since the fight is still raging on around them.

Scooping her up into his arms (complete with coat still draped around her), Casey heads back the way he came, his expression grimly determined. Any Extra getting in the way's gonna get a fistful of his wrath. He may not have his staff anymore, but he's far from defenseless.

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Get her to En Doul and Gwen, but don't take her back to Camelot," the Doctor calls over to Casey from where he's looking over Rose. "I don't think that would be the best place for her."

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[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

"Where to, then? You got any ideas?" Casey calls back. He's puzzled as to why Camelot's not the best place to take Morgana. It's her home isn't it? Then again, he can't tell just how bad her injuries are. Maybe she needs a hospital, if one exists here in Taxon.

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[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

What the hell is that noise? Cordelia can't tell exactly. She's long since given up the fight to stay awake and is now lying on the cold, hard floor. She's still bound, and thanks to the cruel, cruel Extras who delighted too much in slashing every bit of skin they can find, bleeding a lot.

And she was supposed to be thankful to Dru that she's alive? Never.

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[demonologist]

Wesley makes his way through the chaos, ducking a strike to his left, and stabbing at the back of a second Extra who is fighting one of the rescuers.

"Cordelia?!" He cries out, trying to get to the area where the prisoners are being held. Hopefully most of the enemy are engaged and distracted in battle with his friends and allies.

Then he catches sight of a female form sprawled on the floor and instinctively he knows it's Cordelia. He rushes towards her, unaware that another Extra is advancing on him from behind.

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Wes? No, that's impossible, he already went home and is probably--

She struggles to open her eyes, and through a haze sees Wesley coming towards her. Oh god. No, Wes, get out of here they'll see you and oh god--

"Wes! Behind you!"

After that outburst, Cordelia slumps back down on the floor, already out of breath.

[undoing.livejournal.com]

There's a sickening crack and that Extra that was going for Wesley a moment ago is now on the ground. Angel didn't kill him, merely broke the guy's leg. He's in game face and has a second Extra by the throat, holding the mindless man up, off the ground with his legs kicking in protest. "Cute," he tells him, "but no," and promptly throws him into the nearest wall.

[demonologist]

Wesley hears Cordelia's warning at the last second and spins around to face his attacker. However, he doesn't need to defend himself because Angel already has his back.

He feels a surge of gratitude, smiles briefly and then scrambles over to where Cordelia is lying prone. He gathers her in his arms, trying to rouse her. She's covered in bruises and shallow cuts and lacerations. He prays that the damage isn't any more serious than that.

"Cordelia. It's alright, I've got you. Angel's here. We're going to get you out of here."

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Her first instinct, when she feels hands on her skin - no, not again, please - was to at least try and turn away. Then she hears Wes's voice, and despite herself, despite what she's feeling at the moment, gives him a very brief twitching of her lips - the closest thing to a smile she can offer him right now.

"F-Finally," she whispers, resting her forehead on his shoulder, her hands clutching his shirt in a loose grip. Cordelia tugs it and says, "...others. Have to... help them."

Re: Rescuing the Victims

[faderbroderson]

...something is happening now, and Godric struggles for consciousness.

The world is not immediately easy to comprehend. He's fighting through a haze of pain and exhaustion, and for once, it seems he isn't awake because the Master has found some new tool to experiment with. There's no mad, grinning face, no invasion in his mind pulling him to consciousness and keeping him there. The Master is nowhere in sight. The change throws him off, disorients him, and it takes him precious moments to process the difference.

The commotion that pulled him awake is the shouting of many voices as people invade the building. Godric thinks he sees Angel rush by, and he remembers that Cordelia is here, not far away. He spares a moment to hope that she's better off than he is; he'd lost track of the details of what was happening to the others, once the torture had begun. And then another commotion finally filters through to him.

Eric. He's in the room, and he's fighting someone...the Doctor. He can't see much of it, but Eric's fangs are on display and the Doctor is shouting something...

It becomes clear quickly -- though it's as if the world is moving slowly -- that the Doctor is trying to protect the Master from Eric. A surge of hatred washes through him, and Godric allows it to bring him focus. Nearly every fiber of Godric's being wants Eric to succeed, to rip the Doctor's throat out and move on to the Master. But there are so many people here, so many witnesses, and it's with bitter regret that he realizes he can't allow it to happen. Not here. Not now.

"Eric..." It takes multiple tries before he can force his voice through his abused throat, and when he succeeds, it comes out small. But he knows it's enough for Eric.

"Eric, stop."

[fogdar.livejournal.com]

The expression 'seeing red' is extremely apt for describing Eric's current mental state. The sheer bloodlust that is so carefully kept in check under normal circumstances holds full sway over him, combined with the consuming rage at both the Master and the Doctor - and the Doctor's innovative little sunlight toy, which is the only reason he hasn't slaughtered them both, and all the Extras besides.

Still, Godric's weak protest manages to reach him somehow, through the haze. Eric practically snarls in response, flitting over to Godric's side and leaving the Doctor. The sight of his maker's injuries only enrages him further.

"Godric, this cannot be allowed to stand."

[faderbroderson]

"Nej, den kan icke. Utom inte här. Bli tålig." The words taste like bile in his throat and can't sound any better to Eric's ears, but the wisdom of them can't be denied. His eyes slide over the number of people in the room before returning to Eric. It's best to wait, to bide their time.

Their conversation is having the unfortunate side effect of pulling Godric further into complete coherency, and it isn't a good thing. He becomes aware of his shivering, a combination of cold and shock, and perhaps the last effects of the electrical rods that have left burns on his skin. The wire he's bound with is biting into his wrists and ankles, leaving them bloody and raw. His hands and feet are useless, the bones broken, and his face and torso sting and burn with cuts. Every breath feels like an effort.

He tries to sit up and regrets it immediately. Breath hitching, he stills, tense and silent.

["No, it can't. But not here. Be patient."]

[levilup.livejournal.com]

It takes Levi a bit longer than Eric to get through the crowd of Extras that are around, but the second he spots Godric, hears him weakly call out for Eric to stop, the Extras aren't an issue. Levi literally rips through them until he can finally drop down next to the two of them, glancing at Eric to let him know he's here and good to help. He wants to kill the Master, probably as much as Eric does, but Godric is the important thing here. Cordelia is already safe; he doesn't have to worry about her, not right now.

Not quite wanting to overstep boundaries but deciding this is more important for now, Levi makes a protesting noise and moves to support Godric, incredibly gentle with him.

"Stop that," Levi scolds Godric quietly, glancing at Eric again. However Eric wants to do this, Levi will do it. Eric's his boss, after all.

[fogdar.livejournal.com]

It's evident that Eric is conflicted by two distinct impulses - the one that's screaming at him to take the Master's head off, and the other that's telling him that Godric is right - and more importantly, that Godric's injuries require immediate attention. Finally, it's the latter that wins out. Eric doesn't want Godric to suffer any longer than is necessary.

"Vi kommer att ha vår tid." He relents, reaching to snap the wire that binds Godric's wrists and ankles, as if it were nothing more than string. As much as he appreciates Levi's help, Godric is his maker, and right now his protective instincts are on overdrive.

"I'll carry him," he states, in the sort of tone that doesn't welcome discussion. "Can you clear the path of Extras?"

["We will have our time."]

[faderbroderson]

Godric's senses are dull and hazy enough that he's surprised when Levi makes his appearance, but the sudden support is more than welcome. Eric's compliance is a similar relief, and he silently nods. They will have their time, and the Master's time will run out.

He braces himself when Eric reaches for the wires, but it's quick, and the stinging flare of pain only lasts a second before the bonds are gone. Unfortunately, his broken bones and aching, frozen muscles still allow him little movement.

Rescuing the Victims

[rereremembered.livejournal.com]

Fitz wasn't thinking.

He was not thinking of blood or bone, or how he planned to play C major ever again, or the sounds he and the other had made while- there he was thinking again, he'd decided he wasn't going to do that. Well not so much decided as gratefully welcomed his transision into a state of shock.

He was definitely not thinking about shock either, electrical or otherwise.

So there was Fitz, pale and shivering and slumped against a girder. His breath came in rasping, shallow gasps, and his glassy grey eyes were focused-but-not on the mangled fingers of his left hand.

[chase-evolution.livejournal.com]

Mohinder was expecting some of these people to be hurt, but not like this. These people were tortured badly, nearly all of them, and the sight turned his stomach. His mind flashed back to experiments he'd done, pain he'd caused-- but this, this could nothing but intentional. It was monstrous.

He only allowed his mind to touch on that subject for the barest of moments, however. They had to focus on getting these people away.

Fitz is the first he comes across. Mohinder checks him over quickly, then snaps the wire that binds him with bare hands, as if it were mere string. He removes as much of it as he can without moving Fitz around, then says very clearly, "I'm going to get you out of here." Considering how burned, bruised, and beaten he is, Mohinder's hardly going to ask him to walk. He scoops Fitz up carefully, taking care especially to keep that mangled hand from pushing against anything.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor dashes by on his way to check on Rose. Oh, Fitz. His hand is the first thing the Doctor notices. Oh, that's so very like the Master, isn't it? So cruel.

"Get En Doul and Gwen to set those bones," he says. "And see if you can find that one Starfleet doctor, not the good looking Starfleet officer, the rude one. Get him over here, see if he can help."

[rereremembered.livejournal.com]

Mohinder's approach had barely registered, and before Fitz could decide if he wanted to play dead or try and fight this new threat (anyone coming near meant more pain, right? either another beating or that beautiful mad monster dredging through his poor brain) he was being freed of his bindings.

"Out," he repeated vaguely as he was lifted. "Right. Out." What was out? Where were they again, and was Anji all right and- no, Anji wasn't here, it was just him and the others the Master had taken, and now they were being rescued which meant - right on cue, there was the Doctor. In that moment Fitz gave up caring if it was his Doctor or not because the results were the same: everything would be all right now.

He tried to laugh at the instructions but it came out as more of a harsh cough. "The rude one. You...don't know any nice people anymore, do you?"

[chase-evolution.livejournal.com]

Mohinder was very worried about the amount of shock Fitz appeared to be in, and only settled a little when Fitz responded to the Doctor running by. He nodded to the Doctor, knowing vaguely which man he meant, but his main concern was getting Fitz as far away from here as possible.

"I'd rather have someone that's rude and knows what they're doing, anyway," he said vaguely as he started running. Mohinder could run quite fast, and he was demonstrating this now. Very shortly they were out of the building and two blocks away, with no problem. "I'm heading back toward the Sanctuary," he explained to Fitz. "Once we get those bones set, you can rest."

[rereremembered.livejournal.com]

This was all happening very fast, too fast for Fitz to process properly. That was always the way with adventures though, wasn't it? Survive, survive, survive, survive, and then sort it out later over a pint with...oh, probably Annie now. Christ he needed a cigarette, that'd settle the shakes-

"Thanks," he managed, and tried blotting out the pain as he sighed and let his eyes slide closed. Just for a moment, while he didn't need to pay attention to where the next attack would come from.

Re: Rescuing the Victims

[eaturbreakfast.livejournal.com]

Sam nodded at the Doctor's words, already splitting off in order to get someone out of here.