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taxonomites2010-09-03 08:15 am
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2 [Accidental Visual | Location: Mount Perdition]
[ooc: Backdated to be after this, feel free to ask the Doctor wtf he is doing or poke/laugh at/check on the Master.]
When the tablet flickered on it was obvious that something was amiss. The Doctor and the Master were both in the frame, though the tablet itself seemed to be in the hands of a third, unseen person who hadn’t realised it was active, as there was quite a bit of floor in the shot as well. Both Time Lords were close together, their foreheads touching, and it was apparent that the Doctor had been part of the way through saying something when the tablet was activated.
“—sorry.”
Then the Master screamed like someone in agony, reeling back from the Doctor like he’d been burned, arms flailing wildly as though he was trying to fend off an invisible attack. The building they were in shuddered and whoever was holding the tablet dropped it, throwing the image into a disarray of walls, floor, and ceiling before it stopped, showing the Doctor. He rose slowly, his face an almost cold and distant mask as the Master continued to sob and scream, shouting the word ‘no’ more than once among the other sounds of his distress.
The room shuddered again and the Doctor was moving, picking up the tablet – his hand filling the screen for a moment – and running from the room, leaving the Master behind. Though the screams could still be heard as he raced through the building, the tablet broadcasting a confusing jumble of running feet, half-seen glimpses of ornate furniture and architecture, and the Doctor’s face.
It was difficult to tell, but there was something else strange in the way the building shook, doors banging open and closed like the place was home to a very upset poltergeist , and at least once the Doctor ducked as an unseen object flew across the room towards him.
A shot of a door loomed out of nowhere and there was a bang as he burst through it, yelping in pain as a flying object caught the side of his head. The sound of the Master’s tortured yelling finally stopping as the gloom of the building gave way to too-bright sunlight. The Doctor must have tripped then, as the sky suddenly became red grass, then sky, then grass, over and over as he rolled a distance and finally stopped, the tablet showing his slightly-bruised profile as he lay sprawled on his back staring at the sky and breathing hard.
When the tablet flickered on it was obvious that something was amiss. The Doctor and the Master were both in the frame, though the tablet itself seemed to be in the hands of a third, unseen person who hadn’t realised it was active, as there was quite a bit of floor in the shot as well. Both Time Lords were close together, their foreheads touching, and it was apparent that the Doctor had been part of the way through saying something when the tablet was activated.
“—sorry.”
Then the Master screamed like someone in agony, reeling back from the Doctor like he’d been burned, arms flailing wildly as though he was trying to fend off an invisible attack. The building they were in shuddered and whoever was holding the tablet dropped it, throwing the image into a disarray of walls, floor, and ceiling before it stopped, showing the Doctor. He rose slowly, his face an almost cold and distant mask as the Master continued to sob and scream, shouting the word ‘no’ more than once among the other sounds of his distress.
The room shuddered again and the Doctor was moving, picking up the tablet – his hand filling the screen for a moment – and running from the room, leaving the Master behind. Though the screams could still be heard as he raced through the building, the tablet broadcasting a confusing jumble of running feet, half-seen glimpses of ornate furniture and architecture, and the Doctor’s face.
It was difficult to tell, but there was something else strange in the way the building shook, doors banging open and closed like the place was home to a very upset poltergeist , and at least once the Doctor ducked as an unseen object flew across the room towards him.
A shot of a door loomed out of nowhere and there was a bang as he burst through it, yelping in pain as a flying object caught the side of his head. The sound of the Master’s tortured yelling finally stopping as the gloom of the building gave way to too-bright sunlight. The Doctor must have tripped then, as the sky suddenly became red grass, then sky, then grass, over and over as he rolled a distance and finally stopped, the tablet showing his slightly-bruised profile as he lay sprawled on his back staring at the sky and breathing hard.
[Location: Cafe]
She cups her mug in her hands, but doesn't drink the tea.
"He wasn't sure what to do with me at first. But once he started... as long as he kept hurting me, he went lighter on the others. So I... I delayed the damage. Kept it from looking as bad as it was, so he'd stay on me longer and leave some of the others alone."
[Location: Cafe]
It also meant he could keep his thoughts, the sharp feeling of anger over what had happened to others (and why hadn't he been there?) to himself while he drank and listened.
"So you kept doing that, lessening your own injuries to protect the others..." He wanted to know how that worked, what abilities Tara had that would allow it, but now wasn't really the time.
"I'm sorry, you shouldn't have had to do that. I should have been there instead."
[Location: Cafe]
She broke off. She didn't intend to cry; she had intended to talk about the whole thing calmly and reasonably. But Tara found her cheeks wet regardless, and she had to take a moment to control herself again.
[Location: Cafe]
Setting the tea aside for the moment, he leaned in closer to meet Tara's eyes with his own earnest green ones. "I promise you, Tara. I won't let anything like that happen to you or your friends again, alright? But you have to trust me. I do know what I'm doing, I promise." He paused and laughed softly. "I know it mightn't always look that way, but I do."
[Location: Cafe]
Tara's tears had stopped, though her voice was still a bit thready. "It's strange, getting to know you, as you, when you're him in some ways and not at all in others, and you don't remember me even slightly." With a bare smile, she added, "I guess it's like someone who's met you in their past, but your future, in some ways."
[Location: Cafe]
"Oh, I've had some experience with that before, I'm afraid," he said with a smile. "Woman by the name of River Song. Bit of an odd situation, that."
[Location: Cafe]