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| Poise&Poison | August 21, 2010, 6:44 pm Post #1 |
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TARDIS Cockpit: The Doctor stared at the man on the screen, he had his face concealed. How was he doing this? Who was he to control his TARDIS. “What have you done with Rory and Amy?” The man replied in a heavily disguised voice. “Nothing they are fine, only in stasis, in order to ensure that you listen to the offer that is about to be presented to you.” The Doctor stared, the man, or whatever he was just stayed there on the screen, unmoving. “Well, are you going to tell me because my time is valuable.” The Doctor said, rather irritably. His mind was working in overdrive, his TARDIS was in a standstill in time. Amy and Rory were in a dimensional trap of some sort. How could he get out of this, and what offer was this intruder talking about? “Oh…the offer isn’t coming from me, give it about twelve minutes and thirty-two seconds. Also, so there will be no risk to you here, you’re on one of your last life cycles right? Here’s a new one.” ”Wait wha- Suddenly the doctor’s outline became blurry, the man on the screen dissapeared, taking Amy and Rory with him. The doctor keeled onto the floor, new lifeforce was coursing through his veins. His hearts were beating in overdrive. He felt his form shifting, it was excruciatingly painful, seeing as he wasn’t dying. Only the High Timelord council had been able to grant new life cycles. How could this man do such things? It was finally over, he looked at the timepiece, only thirty seconds before the “offer” was presented to him. He picked himself up and brushed himself off. His clothes were fitting a bit differently, he felt like he was ninety again. Putting on his serious face he turned just as someone wearing a spotty time control mechanism, he was surprised it had worked so precisely as to get someone into the TARDIS. The Doctor was getting rathered annoyed with people coming into the TARDIS uninvited. “Doctor?” The man asked. The doctor replied irritably. ”Who else travels the universe in a dimensional blue time-box wearing a bowtie?” “Of course, of course.” The man replied. “My Name is A. I have an offer for you.” The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver. Pointing it at “A”. ”Are you with the man who was just in here? Who do you work for? The Dalek? Where are Amy and Rory?” The Doctor was nearly shouting by then. A held up his hands, “I don’t know what your talking about. I have an invitation for you.” A held out a card to the doctor. Earth needs your help Doctor. The Doctor stared, it was obviously a trap. ”What about all the other planets in the universe that need my help? What makes Earth so special?” A stared, then the Doctor took the card nonetheless. A smiled. “See you at the meeting, although you’ll probably arrive before me. This thing doesn’t work so well most of the time…” The doctor merely stared. When the man had jumped back to his own time the Doctor looked at the card. You are cordially invited to a meeting of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. It had some time coordinates on it. The Doctor hesitated, his now much stronger than before curiousity kicked in. He was considering going for sure. The TARDIS shuddered, released from the strange hold that had frozen it in the timestream. The Doctor went and plugged the coordinates into the TARDIS. He would see what this league was about. He was off to the Jefferson Hotel on the night of July 21st 1955 in Washinton D.C… |
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| soulpelt | August 23, 2010, 5:49 pm Post #2 |
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Uncas, known also as The Last Mohican, stood in a dark alleyway in Washington D.C. He looked out of place with him wearing his bear belt clothing, musket that appeared to have been heavily modified to be a semi automatic weapon, and of course three throwing axes that shined each time a car drove by the alley way. He had been invited here by a mysterious man named 'A'. apprently for a meeting of 'gentlemen' who were extaordinary. This man called A had said his ancestral forest would be protected until he returned, and Uncas could sense the man was sincere in his words. Taking a calming breath he walked out on the pavement that was infront of the Jefferson Hotel, he was used to seeing Washington D.C as a small city, but it had seemed to have grown as large as his ancestral forest, if not bigger. looking around he enetered the hotel, making sure to try to keep himself as invisable as possible. A had not given him the names of who else would come but it would be interesting to see who would. He knew of only one man who could be here and do what ever it was they needed to do by himself, that was The Doctor, Uncas and him had only met once, back when he was two hundred and seventy years old, and that meeting had been breif, confusing and enlightening. He never looked the same way at the world ever since. |
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THANKS TO TWISTED FER THE AWESOME AVVIE!! don't Blink. Blink and you're Dead. Don't turn your Back. don't Look Away, and Don't blink. Good luck He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing - the fury of a Time Lord - and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind. When a Good Man goes to War, Demons Run. Tick Tock goes the clock, Even for The Doctor..... Spoiler: click to toggle ![]() ![]() | |
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| That Butler | August 25, 2010, 3:28 am Post #3 |
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Year: 1881 Season: Spring Location: The Garnier Opera House in Paris, France The sun had set a handful of hours ago, but such indicators of the passage of time were meaningless when one lived underground where no traces of sunlight ever reached. On the shores of the vast underground lake that resided at the lowest subbasement under the Garnier, a house of sorts rested, having been constructed as a sanctuary of sorts by one of the chief masons who had worked to complete construction of the opera house. This man was Erik, and he had been residing in that underground and hidden home since before the opera house had been completed. On this particular evening, the self-proclaimed Opera Ghost was sitting at his organ, lost in the music that flowed in a seemingly endless stream from his fingers as they danced along the keys without effort or conscious direction from their owner. The music reflected his mood at this moment, which was oddly tranquil despite the annoyances he'd put up with today. His prior annoyance had stemmed from the managers being foolish again. They had hired a new scene shifter, and in the course of one rehearsal the incompetent man had managed to severely damage the only set piece that Erik actually approved of for the current show. And even though Erik had sent a decided nonthreatening letter to the management (signed as "OG," of course), the idiots had taken no action to fire the scene shifter. Erik would have to give them a little demonstration later to show exactly who was in charge here. And it certainly wasn't them. The music came to an abrupt and jarring halt as a beautiful Siamese cat jump up onto the organ and disrupted Erik. The cat had a stunning diamond collar around her neck, worth a king's ransom. The collar used to belong to the favored cat of the Shah of Persia, but it was one of the many things that Erik had stolen from the shah during that period of his life. And when Erik had found a very fortunate kitten--which had grown into the cat that stood before him now--he hadn't hesitated to put the diamond collar on her once she was large enough for it. "My darling!" he exclaimed softly, scooping the attention-seeking animal into his arms. "Is it time for you to eat already?" He looked down at his watch. Nearly ten. Oh, how the time had flown. When he sat down at the organ, it had barely been six. He rose from his seat at the organ, carrying the cat with him as he went to prepare her dinner. His steps made little more noise than a stalking cat's as he moved toward the door that led out of his bedroom, passing by the coffin that served as his bed as he did. He passed through a couple rooms before reaching the desired destination, and after preparing the cat's food--warm milk and caviar--he prepared some Russian tea for himself. It was his favorite kind, having grown quite partial to it when he had been traveling with the fairs in Russia. ((I'll call that quits for my intro. I figure the Doctor can park the TARDIS outside the house. Erik has alarm bells wired that will tip him off to someone being outside.)) |
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| ZanNight | August 25, 2010, 9:16 pm Post #4 |
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1688 Somewhere across the North Atlantic Ocean "The Marietta" Robinson Crusoe sat in his claustrophobic yet comfortable cabin aboard a ship carrying goods and wealth that belonged to him. Dressed in the finest attire one would expect from an English landowner, he tugged slightly at his collar which seemed to choke him. Despite having lived in England for a couple years after his 28 years of isolation on a deserted island, he still found himself not used to the clothing that was now expected of him. Having an amassed fortune in Brazil upon his return to England had done well for him, allowing him to live comfortably in a life of luxury if he wanted. At first he clung to his old habits of living alone with his companion, a christian converted savage named Friday. Soon he grew to enjoy his new found neighbors and comforts that his fortune had to offer him. His old habits of hunting grew to sport, and then faded away to business or other refinements expected of a wealthy English landowner. Now here he was, the second nerve-racking sea voyage since his return. Robinson was not fond of sea travel, mostly due his prior isolation. His wealthy estate in Brazil had required him to make one of the last trips to load goods and the last portion of his wealth over to England, where Friday maintained the estate in Robinson's absence. Finding the cabin a bit small, which only increased Robinson's nerves, he ventured on to the deck of the ship. "The Marietta", a decently sized ship built for holding goods yet small enough to gain more speed than others, floated along an endless emerald sea. With the wind blowing Robinson's longer hair, he made an effort to lightly unbutton his shirt a little to feel less constrained. He let out a long breath and just stared into the open ocean while the crew around him worked on whatever it was they were tasked with. While he looked out onto the ocean, he thought about his years on the island as he often did. When alone - which he usually spent effort to avoid - he'd think about his time adventuring in contrast to how he spent his days now. He didn't mind a more sheltered and luxurious life, but had recently been discontent with the inactivity. This voyage had been one of his first more daring attempts to venture back out into the open world, even though he still feared traveling at sea. He shivered at the thought of falling over the side and into the cold lifeless water that sparkled the evening sun at him. Robinson grew slightly sick looking at the sea, and decided to retire to his cabin for the evening. Night Time Same Day Robinson awoke to the yells and cries of the seamen above his cabin. Heart pounding, he awoke from falling asleep in his clothes and raced up and onto the deck. The sky was pitch black, but the moon was full and made the ocean glow. Robinson became slightly panicked when he spied a vessel dangerously close behind them. The Captain of the ship, a man named Pitts, rushed up to Robinson. "It's t' dark ta see a flag on th' vessel, but that fact that sh's close is either v'ry good er v'ry bad." Pitts gasped, tired from rushing around. "Which would you guess?" Robinson said, sounding more panicked than he intended. As the last word left his mouth, a flash of light and the sound of thunder erupted from the oncoming ship and splashed into the water a few feet away. "Bad." *** A few minutes passed, full of crew shouting and running around the ship for weapons and the deafening roar of the approaching vessel's cannon. An unluckily well-lined volley of shot fired from the approaching ship, two balls of iron death hitting their mark. One round splintered a small portion of the ship's side, while the other struck the rudder. Robinson swallowed hard. A ship without it's rudder was as good as dead in the water with no steering ability. The approaching ship had finally approached parallel to the smaller cargo vessel, and lines of rope were flung into the air, pulled by heavy and rusty looking grapples through the air and landing with loud "plunks" onto the deck. Robinson's heart sank when pirates started sliding down the ropes and onto the ship below. Several crew members caught musket rounds from pirates firing from above. Robinson retrieved a sword from one of the dead crewmen, and swung it across a pirate's throat the moment his feet touched wood. The blood spurted onto Robinson's nicely tailored coat. The pirate hopelessly grasped his neck trying to shut the gaping slit. He flung himself in the water out of panic, never to be heard from again. Another cannon erupted down onto the ship, crushing a poor crewman as the ball pulled him effortlessly down deeper into the ship through the floor, before the cannonball exploded from the gunpowder contained inside it. Robinson swung his sword around masterfully with equally masterful pirates, and fell to the ground from the nearby blast that shook the ground beneath him. He pounced back up, digging his sword through a pirate on the way up before pulling it back to him and swinging at an adjacent invader. Blade hitting blade, Robinson danced with the pirate along the deck towards the center mast. Once closer to the mast, Robinson flung his sword over his head into the mast. He jumped up and held onto the blade and kicked his attacker with all his might. The pirate sprawled backward and hit the deck painfully. Robinson dropped back down and retrieved his sword with a mighty pull, and ran forwards to the dazed pirate. He was surprised when another cannonball made contact with the wood in front of him and exploded, sending him flying backwards with splinters of wood over the side of the ship. Once he broke the surface of the water, the bravery and adrenaline he had mustered from the fight was suddenly gone. He felt weak and panicked. He quickly turned himself back towards the surface of the water and kicked hard with his legs. Another foolish cannonball pierced the ship, which suddenly burst with a blast of flames, wood and men. The cannonball must have hit barrels of spare gunpowder below, and now the cargo would be lost in a sinking ship. The ship was on fire, and started to submerge at an alarming rate below the water in front of Robinson. As the ocean swallowed up The Marietta, Robinson was effortlessly dragged below the surface of the water after it as if being pulled down by the hand of god himself. Robinson's last view was of himself clawing his arms towards the bubbling surface as he descended further down... Date Unknown A Room A bright light made Robinson's eyes shut tightly. Finally forcing his eyes open to a squint, he found himself standing and facing an oddly dressed figure. "Hello. My name is 'A'..." |
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| Poise&Poison | August 26, 2010, 8:25 pm Post #5 |
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A: Hotel room in The Jefferson Hotel: 1955 "Hello my name is A." He said, it seemed that Mr. Crusoe had finally awakened. Such a difficult time he had finding this one. he had actually lived as a pirate for four years, using his knowledge from his own time period to quickly become captain of a ship and amass an impressive crew. He had returned with Crusoe thirty minutes after he had left, unfortunately with all the jumping he had been doing a toll had been taken on his health, not only that the intricate time jumping device on his arm seemed completely out of juice. Apparently it wasn't meant for jumping into the 1600's before toting another person back to the 1900's then a TARDIS and back. A was surprised he had been able to come back in one piece. Unfortunately his time gizmo was completely spent, it had been so extremely difficult to get too. Anyway there was nothing left to do but wait for the other invitees of the league to show up. especially the doctor, seeing as he would have to be fetching at least one of the members now that A was stuck in the present. "Mr. Crusoe, please don't be alarmed. Actually i have brought you here to the year 1955 with a proposition. You have a special set of skill that will be essential to earth's survival. I can give you more information once others begin to arrive." Then A walked over to one of the tasteful armchairs that decorated the room and sat down, indicating that he wished to talk no further until the others arrived. Hotel lobby: "James the consierge"-1955 A had given him specific instructions as to who to be on the lookout for, he was also told to operate in utmost secrecy. So far he had been discreetly observing everyone that had arrived, an easy task since it was a slow day. A Thursday. "James" was starting to grow bored, but he was under cover and he knew the importance of his mission. Secretly he wondered how things would work out. he had other thoughts and suspicions, but those were his own and were indescirnable. Suddenly "James" noticed a native american man walk in. This one could be the Mohican, Uncas. he noticed that the man was trying to stay unnoticed, "James" for all the world seeming like a friendly consierge walked up to the man. With dignity, but not overly loud, "James" spoke to the man. "Hello sir, are you here to make a reservation, or are you meeting someone?" Now all that was left to do was wait for the reply. "James'" brilliant mind whirred as he planned out the conversation about to take place. [I may be able to get in a Doctor post tonight but if not I'll have it up tomorrow.] |
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| soulpelt | August 26, 2010, 9:08 pm Post #6 |
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Uncas looked at them an and said, "I am here to meet someone....a League of some kind needs my help..." He was far too old to be suspicious of anyone anymore. His black eyes studied the man, and he hoped he knew about the League. He knew he seemed out of place, he was The Mohican, a man of legend and folklore that made most lumberjacks jump when the heard a branch break. Uncas himself had killin six hunred and twenty men who ahd tried to cut down his forest and now it seemed that the numbers were increasing, ever since somethign called "World War 2". during those years he had killed too many men, all wanting to support the country they loved, but he needed to protect his ancestral forest, for if he didn't there would be nothing left of the Mohicans. |
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THANKS TO TWISTED FER THE AWESOME AVVIE!! don't Blink. Blink and you're Dead. Don't turn your Back. don't Look Away, and Don't blink. Good luck He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing - the fury of a Time Lord - and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind. When a Good Man goes to War, Demons Run. Tick Tock goes the clock, Even for The Doctor..... Spoiler: click to toggle ![]() ![]() | |
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| Poise&Poison | August 27, 2010, 7:40 pm Post #7 |
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James the consierge: Lobby of the Jefferson: 1955 James stared in amazent, did this man have any subtlety? He was certainly Uncas, A had warned him that these men would be different. Was he really Uncas though? he found it difficult to doubt the man. The man's eyes bespoke incomprehensible age and wisdom. He was a bit taken aback. "Yes um the League. I know where they are meeting. You are Mr. Uncas? I was waiting for you and a few others. Would you like me to take you to the suite?' James didn't know what else to say, he was also still trying to maintain his cover. Who knew what people might be watching. And what if James screwed up? It coiuld compromise the entire mission. |
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| soulpelt | August 28, 2010, 6:47 am Post #8 |
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Uncas nodded and said, "Yes please...I need to know who summoned The Last Mohican." He looked around, hoping the others would arrive soon. As indicated by the man, there were others coming. He knew nothing of other legendary beings of folklore besides the ones from his peoples lore. Sighing with all his age he waited on James to lead the way, he would never find his way to the suite. He had barely found this hotel. |
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THANKS TO TWISTED FER THE AWESOME AVVIE!! don't Blink. Blink and you're Dead. Don't turn your Back. don't Look Away, and Don't blink. Good luck He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing - the fury of a Time Lord - and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind. When a Good Man goes to War, Demons Run. Tick Tock goes the clock, Even for The Doctor..... Spoiler: click to toggle ![]() ![]() | |
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| Poise&Poison | August 30, 2010, 8:19 pm Post #9 |
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James the Consierge: The Jefferson Hotel: 1955 He reffered to himself as the Last Mohican, it was kinda third personish but what could one do? Genuises were bound to have their quirks right? Came with the territory and all. James nodded and beckoned for Uncas to follow. He led Uncas to the elevator and pushed the button. It was empty when it arrived, it really was a slow day in D.C. James beckoned for Uncas to follow him into the elevator. Once he did James would close the doors, take him up a few floors then the the last room on the right, then he would turn Uncas over to A. Then again they could take the stairs if it made Uncas feel more comfortable, but there was more chance of attracting attention. The Doctor: TARDIS cockpit The Doctor fixed his now poorly fitting clothes into a more comfortable postion, tightening his bowtie. As the TARDIS began moving through the timestream, homing in on the coordinates the Doctor had read off the invitation. The screeching sound of the brakes could be heard as the Tardis landed, right in the middle of a the Hotel room where Cruesoe and A were situated. The Doctor Stepped out into the room and glanced around. "Oh... Well then, may have missed my mark a bit. He looked around some more, a tad incredulous th at someone hadn't been crushed or at the least displaced. He raised his voice as he circumnavgated his TARDIS. I promise you won't even know its here, cloaking device and all.- A you slippery little devil there you are. You've got some explaining to do. - A lot of explaining." His voice faded off into a whisper. He ran a hand through his hair. Robinson Cruesoe was there. "You didn't. I didn't? Explain now." He said indicating Robinson. He looked at his for a moment, was it the Robinson that the Doctor had already met or was in from before that? He couldn't tell. A spoke. "I did, Doctor, this is Robinson Crusoe, although it seems you've already met him. Has he met you yet?" The Doctor shrugged. Pulling out his sonic and pointing it at A. "Right, explanation... What do you want explained, it's been a while for me since we met. But can it wait? I need you to pick up another member of the league, then I'll tell you anything that I can." The doctor sighed and held his hand out for coordinates. "By the way, wherever it is you're sending me, do you think I can buy a fez there?" He asked with all sincerity, A gave him a puzzled stare as he handed over a paper from the notepad on the desk with time-space coordinates on it. The Doctor gave a mock salute and went back into his TARDIS, examinaing the coordinates, it was still earth, quite a bit into the past of when he was. And in another country too. If it was a tap he was walking right into it, bearing gifts. The brakes screeched again as the TARDIS took off, again. He whirled The Doctor: Year: 1881 Season: Spring Location: The Garnier Opera House in Paris, France The Doctor Landed and cloaked the TARDIS skillfully, he had landed exactly where he had wanted to. He took a look outside on his screen, being a bit cautious now. He was in the basement of an opera house. Why an opera house? He didn't know. He cautiously stepped outside his TARDIS, his sonic screwdriver in hand. He hoped it wasn't a trap, but that was how it was starting to look. |
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| That Butler | August 30, 2010, 8:45 pm Post #10 |
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Year: 1881 Location: 5th Subbasement of the Garnier Opera House As Erik finished his tea, he heard the sound of a bell ringing in another room. So he had a visitor, did he? Well, that had to be taken care of. Probably some poor stagehand who decided to venture a little too far into the basement in search of a misplaced prop. It wouldn't be the first time someone had come down here by accident, though that first instance resulted in the scene-shifter hanging himself in the mirrored room that Erik had built--an exact replica of the torture chamber he had made for the khanum's entertainment--and set as the destination for anyone who attempted to get into his home through the hidden door in the third subbasement of the opera house. Though this was rather strange, considering that the currently-ringing bell was not for the torture chamber, but instead for the lake. Not even the far side of the lake. Someone had gotten around his first line of defense, as it were, and had made it to his side of the lake. Rather astonishing. And it couldn't be Nadir. Nadir didn't know the way here. Erik had only met with his inquisitive friend on the other side of the lake, a good distance from his home to keep the former daroga guessing. Who could this be, then? Curiosity almost won out over safety as Erik headed toward the concealed front door to his home without grabbing his trusted weapon, but he quickly moved to retrieve the cat-gut cord that was his Punjab lasso. The weapon wasn't all that impressive to look at. One might not even think it a weapon upon first seeing it. But in Erik's very capable hands, it became like a venomous serpent, lashing out at and striking down those who dared to provoke its master. He stowed away the lasso in his cloak before leaving his home, making sure his mask was securely in place up on his face as he left. Though it was nearly pitch-black in the basement, Erik's cat-like eyes could see many of the details the darkness cloaked from less-acquainted eyes. His vision wasn't perfect, but he could easily make out the strange blue box that was situated a couple dozen meters away from the entrance to his home. And he could also make out the man standing by this box. The man who clearly didn't belong here. Moving smoothly and quietly, Erik approached the stranger, confident that the darkness would hide him from sight. The slight gold glint to his mismatched eyes might be visible, but the rest of him would likely go completely unseen. Erik had a knack for being unobserved unless he cared to be seen. This was one of those cases where watching from the shadows might be recommended. Erik could see that this person was no stagehand, and now he was actually quite curious as to what he was doing here. And that strange metal device in the man's hand... He certainly wished to know what it was for. It was no gun, obviously. But then what was it? Edited by That Butler, August 30, 2010, 8:47 pm.
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| Poise&Poison | September 7, 2010, 1:30 am Post #11 |
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Despite himself the Doctor's two hearts thudded heavily in his chest. His agile mind whirred. Did he see a glint of gold in the shadows or was it merely his imagination? He had that feeling he was being watched. He had learned long ago to simply trust such instincts. He clicked the button on his sonic, it glowed green and emitted a low mechanical whir/buzz. He reined in his mind as his suspicions got ahead of him. Okay then whoever-you-are, since I know someone is there. Why don't you show yourself? There's no point in stealth. So what's your angle? If you wanted to kill me you would have done it already, unless of course your afraid. As well you should be, if you know who I am. So the real question is why was I sent here? WHy here why now? A prideful killer? Is it pure vanity? That wouldn't be wise... You know what? Since you haven't tried to kill me yet I've decided that I like you. You don't talk when I'm trying to think. Of course it could be that this whole situation is being misread by me. Maybe A was telling the truth. In that case you could be who I'm looking for. Is it you? I'm pretty sure you are who I was sent here to meet. I have a knack for being in the wrong place at the right time. So should i be extending you an invitation? Welcoming you into this enigmatic League of Extraordinary Gentlemen? The doctor was very satisfied with his rant, but a bit upset it hadn't yet lead him to any answers. He would have to wait for whoever was hiding in the shadows to answer, however they were planning on doing so... |
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| That Butler | September 7, 2010, 1:45 am Post #12 |
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Erik had frozen when the intruder began to speak and make that weird metal device of his buzz. There was something a bit odd about his words. Something that Erik could quite put his finger on. But it didn't matter so much at the moment since he could easily understand him. No need to dwell on it when he had more important things to focus on. Like why his man was here in the first place. Obviously he was here for a reason, but he seemed to have no idea who he was talking to. That was a good thing. It made Erik less inclined to use that lasso of his. But what was this about some sort of league? Curiosity piqued, he smiled behind his mask and inquired in his unearthly entrancing voice, "If you do not know who you are here to find, then how are you to know when you have found him?" He was toying with the man now, asking such an odd question. His voice had even sounded like it was coming from directly behind the man, even though Erik was off to the side. The Phantom was quite adept at throwing his voice like a talented ventriloquist. It was a technique he had mastered before he was even nine years old. |
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| ZanNight | September 7, 2010, 7:01 pm Post #13 |
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Back in some Hotel Room Robinson had awoken a while ago in the lobby of a strange and almost godly looking hotel. He was greeted by a man calling himself "A", who had sat down next to him and guided him to a room in which he revealed the details of a "League of Extraordinary Gentlemen". Robinson had situated into a lush blue chair, with a long full back which ended only slightly above his head. Robinson chose not to speak, remaining cautious and quiet considering the circumstances of what seemed like dying and waking up a few hundred years in the future. As he was introduced to others, he nodded towards them when acknowledge out of courtesy but still chose not to speak. Robinson sat grandly in his chair, memory of his ship's demise starting to haze in his overused memory. His arms laid leisurely but firmly along the arms of the chair. His looked down at the light blue pinstripe suit he was wearing, a lighter shade than the chair. He had taken care not to show others the exhaustion that tried to drag him down to sleep. He kept his eyes open, straining to remain the look of awake and alert. His insides hurt, god knows why, and he was deathly scared of looking out the window. He had made the mistake of glancing out the window before, almost frightened by the view down below of contraptions rushing along paved roads below. The sight upset him, and he decided to refrain from looking out the window again for the time being. He looked himself over in the mirror during a lull in conversation. He looked old. He felt old. He wasn't sure if dying or almost dying aged you or if he simply hadn't looked in a mirror for quite some time since before his voyage. The one thing Robinson seemed still in control of was patience, which he had in spades. So he waited pertinently for conversation to proceed, or for more acquaintances to be introduced. |
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| soulpelt | September 7, 2010, 7:21 pm Post #14 |
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Uncas was lead to a room where there was one man waiting for him it seemed, and judging by his face he was not use to seeing the things outside the hotel. Uncas himself had learned to ignore the vehicles and various other distractions ever since a ma named 'Ford' came out with his contraption. with his anciet black eyes Uncas said to the seated man, "Are you with the League?" His voice would remind one of the forest from which he hailed, large and slow changing, he still had that old native american accent. Instictively Uncas checked his tomohawks and his hravily modified musket. He was still expecting to find himself sleeping under the great oak tree where he slept for two hours and just think on the mysteries of the great spirits realm. With a sigh that seemed as anciet as the oldest tree he sat down opposite of the man in the pinstrip suit, and it seemed to him that their styles were almost opposite. Uncas wore bear and wolf pelt while this man wore cotton and leather. To Uncas the world had changed much too fast. |
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THANKS TO TWISTED FER THE AWESOME AVVIE!! don't Blink. Blink and you're Dead. Don't turn your Back. don't Look Away, and Don't blink. Good luck He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing - the fury of a Time Lord - and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind. When a Good Man goes to War, Demons Run. Tick Tock goes the clock, Even for The Doctor..... Spoiler: click to toggle ![]() ![]() | |
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| Poise&Poison | September 7, 2010, 10:41 pm Post #15 |
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1881- The doctor The Doctor spun, the voice bounced around the walls but he still couldn't see anyone. He decided to keep speaking. An excellent question, I leave it mostly up to circumstance. You're here, I'm here. Who might you be by the way? Where is it that I am exactly? You can at least answer me that. Can't you? The Doctor wracked his brain, what had been happening at this time in Earth's history? Who was he looking for? If he had a point of reference maybe he'd be able to get somewhere. The doctor lowered his screwdriver slightly, but was still ready to use it in self defense. He got the imnpression who ever it was was trying to play a mindgame, well the doctor was confident he could outplay them. 1955- A A looked as Uncas walked in, that was good. "Robinson, this is Uncas, and visa versa, you'd think the Doctor would be back by now eh?" He coughed once and looked to Uncas again. "Yes um, Mr. Uncas, Welcome to the League of Extraordinary Gentlemenm, please just make yourself comfortable while we await a few other members." A began pacing, looking out the window every few seconds. he needed this part to go right. |
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| That Butler | September 8, 2010, 2:57 am Post #16 |
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"You are where you do not belong," was Erik's reply, his voice soft as a whisper and seeming to originate from the empty air next to the Doctor's ear. "This is my domain." Whereas the words could be taken as threatening, Erik's tone was more of amusement than malice. He believed that this intruder had gotten here unintentionally, so he had half a mind to guide him back up to the street level. Without showing himself, of course. That had a tendency to throw a monkey wrench into any cordial conversation. He moved a little closer to the Doctor to get a better look at him. His movements were nearly silent, and his eyes narrowed slightly as his attention focused on the odd blue box that had not been there before this man had shown up. "Answer me this question and I promise you I will answer some of yours. What is the nature of this box that you seem to have brought with you? It was not here before, and I hardly think the police are responsible for it." It was a bit odd that he was acting so kindly toward a complete stranger, but the man had piqued his interest. He was obviously very intelligent, and that was something that Erik respected a great deal. |
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| ZanNight | September 9, 2010, 2:42 am Post #17 |
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1955 - Robinson Robinson nodded solemnly to the native which sat down across from him. While most men of his time period would be unnerved by the sight, Robinson was at ease, having known a native for years as a companion and servant. This native was not like Friday however, the way he carried himself was...different. It was almost as if he glided across the room, any sound immediately hushed as his feet softly touched the floor. A introduced the native as "Uncas", and then mentioned others soon arriving. Robinson nodded. His gaze remained calm, however he continued to take in the native's appearance, reminiscent of Robinson's isolation. Robinson's life had grown apart from adventure and wearing animal skins such as the man across from him, and now Robinson seemed thrust back into excitement. However he felt slightly overwhelmed. His voyage earlier was merely to test the waters back into the outside world. He was not sure he was quite ready to be cast into something so strange so quickly. Robinson's watchful and conditioned eyes noticed Uncas touching his weapons slightly. From the quiet manner in which he moved, Robinson wondered that if he was suddenly murdered by this native, would anyone even hear it? Robinson's gaze flickered over to an open box of chocolates on a nearby coffee table, reminding him of his ravenous hunger. He tensed his stomach to ignore his cravings for food, trying to maintain his appearance of indifference. Robinson chose not to strike conversation. |
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| Poise&Poison | September 12, 2010, 2:10 am Post #18 |
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1881- The Doctor The Doctor listened intently for even a whisper of a footstep; he thought he could hear it. This being, whoever it was wasn't likely to be used to hiding from a time lord’s senses. When the being spoke, the Doctor thought it might be human; he resisted the urge to turn to face the voice that seemed to come from right beside him. The Doctor Listened intently for a moment and then turned, unaware that he was now directly facing the one he was talking to. "Well, that's one of the easier questions I've been asked. It's usually such complicated things as "Who are you?", or "Why are you dressed like that?", or "Did I leave the stove on?" As to the second one, well we'll get to that in a second. Do you know anywhere I can get a fez? I've really been yearning to get one. As for the question you asked. This blue box is of an odd and inexplicable nature. It is one of the most amazing things you will ever see. Or not see, that all depends on whether or not you are the person this invitation was sent for.” The Doctor paused, simultaneously collecting his thoughts and pausing for impact. He decided that he’d do this by his tried and true methods, completely winging it. Not to mention that the Doctor rather liked talking. People listened to him, and that was damn smart of them. Deep down he realized that most conversations he took part in were entirely one-sided, if you could even call them conversations. But he was the kind of individual who talked his way through a problem. “Of course I could just name every prominent figure of this era until I get a reaction. You really don’t have to tell me who you are. Give me enough time and I’ll guess it, and trust me I’ve got all the time in the universe wrapped up in a neat little blue box… So how’s it gonna be? Ball’s in your court. The Doctor mimed a return with his screwdriver as a mock tennis racquet, exaggerating the follow-through and holding it there for a moment before letting out a breath and relaxing. He hoped whoever he was talking to wasn’t too confused, then again the Doctor liked confusing people. Edited by Poise&Poison, September 12, 2010, 2:10 am.
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| That Butler | September 12, 2010, 5:11 pm Post #19 |
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Erik's sharp mind was rather quickly putting the pieces of this puzzle together, even as the odd man rambled. There were a few vital clues that the man had given him, and he was working with each one in turn, but the result he was coming to seemed like an impossibility. And nothing got on Erik's nerves more than things which seemed impossible to accomplish. If this stranger had the means for time travel contained in that box, Erik would easily acknowledge him as being undeniably worthy of his respect. But that was only if he had come to the right conclusion. "Do you mean to tell me that blue box is capable of time travel?" he inquired. His voice was actually coming from him this time. He was done with those childish games for now. "Among other things, I would assume? I find it highly unlikely that it remains fixed in a single place. That would be very limiting to an otherwise extraordinary contraption, would it not?" Now he'd have to wait and see if his guess was correct. And if he was right and the Doctor confirmed it, then Erik saw no reason to continue withholding his name from the man. He wanted to learn everything he could about that box if it was really able to travel through time. Perhaps he could learn to master that technology himself. It would certainly prove useful to him. |
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| Poise&Poison | September 13, 2010, 8:46 pm Post #20 |
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The Doctor's eyes widened a bit, he wasn't overly surprised, no just pleased that the man had passed his little test. That meant he possesed some degree of intelligence or that he already knew the Doctor and was playing along. Either way the Doctor was moving forward with his plan. "Oh? Time travel? Is that even possible? It certaily wouldn't be without the ability to travel space as well... Well if I was a time traveller then I'd have to tell you that that box wasn't really a box, but it's stuck as a box. I would tell you that if time travel were possible. I'd also warn you, don't try and fly it on your own. Now back to the fez business... Wait a minute: I still don't know who I am adressing. They call me the Doctor, did I already say that? Not sure why they call me that. Maybe it's because doctors fix things. I rather like it either way." The Doctor noticed that the voice didn't move this time. He took it to mean he really had this... individual's... attention. That was good, the Doctor didn't like playing errand boy. He had half a mind to chew "A's" ear off when he got back. He wanted information on Rory and Amy. Edited by Poise&Poison, September 13, 2010, 8:46 pm.
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| That Butler | September 13, 2010, 10:07 pm Post #21 |
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The Doctor certainly had confirmed Erik's guess about the nature of that blue box. It was indeed capable of traveling through time--and space--and he had even learned that this Doctor was a time traveler. That was implied in the fact that he owned such a box, but it further showed that the Doctor did quite a bit of time-traveling and he was privy to much information that Erik would certainly like to know. And perhaps he knew of Erik. Well, he'd be discovering that momentarily. And if the Doctor's reaction was not to Erik's liking... He'd cross that bridge if/when it came. No use in dwelling on it right now. "I do not believe I have ever heard of one who simply goes by 'the Doctor' before," Erik stated, a touch of amusement in his voice, "and I suppose it has been terribly rude of me to conceal my own identity for so long." He honestly didn't think this Doctor was any threat to him, and he was certainly intrigued enough by him to make some allowances. The main one involved him moving over to the small boat on the shore of the lake and removing the lantern from it. He lit it before turning to the Doctor once again, allowing the man to see who he was talking to at last. He smiled slightly behind his white mask and stated, "I apologize for leaving you in the dark for so long, as well. Again, it was terribly rude of me. I have gone by my own share of nicknames, as it were. In the past I have been the Living Corpse or the Angel of Doom. For now, I am the Opera Ghost. But you, my friend, may simply call me Erik." |
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| Poise&Poison | September 13, 2010, 10:43 pm Post #22 |
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The doctor knew it as soon as the man lit the lanturn. He saw the mask, how could he have been so thick. He had thought the Phantom to be a myth, then again many cultures considered the Doctor a myth, or a god. It didn't make much difference to him. The doctor wondered exactlt what was behing that mask. The Doctor thought, there was much more to him than was on the surface as well. Maybe Erik and the Doctor had more in common than just their above average intelligence. "Oh...this is...Christmas! The Phantom of the Opera. I'm a big fan of your work, er, Erik. So it seems I did find whom I was looking for after all. Would you like to take a trip in my TARDIS, eh time machine? Oh but first. Here." The Doctor stepped forward and held out the invitation to the league of Extraordinary gentlemen. If it was anything like the Doctor's it was personalized for Erik. The Doctor's mind was abuzz. He really had always intended on meeting Erik but hadn't had the time. That thought amused the doctor. He looked around, so they were on the shore of an underground lake. Amazing. So about getting that fez... He really did want one, it would go so well with his bow-tie. That reminded The Doctor that Erik, in the myths, was a fan of strangulation, what a surprise he'd be in for if Eirk ever tried strangling the Doctor. Respiratory bypass was quite useful. |
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| That Butler | September 13, 2010, 10:57 pm Post #23 |
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Ah, so the Doctor did know of Erik. That was quite interesting. It meant that people in the future knew his tale. The idea actually made him feel rather uncomfortable, but he supposed he should be flattered, in some respect. He wondered, though, just how much they knew. And how he was portrayed to be. Oh well. He'd ask about that later. He had to read this letter first. He used the light from the lantern to read through the letter quickly. It was written in English, but he easily understood it. Honestly, the number of languages Erik could speak was somewhat ridiculous. French was his native tongue, but he was also perfectly fluent in English, Spanish, German, Russian, Italian, Arabic, Sanskrit, Chinese, Japanese, and so many others. It was a wonder he could keep them straight in his head. After reading the letter, he pocketed it and turned his attention back to the Doctor. "I am afraid I do not know where you might find a fez," he stated, "but I have a rather important question for you: if I choose to accompany you, will you be able to return me here, to this exact place and time, once this business has been completed? It would cause some problems if I am away for too long." And he wasn't going to leave right away, anyway. He needed to fetch a few very important things from his home. Namely, he needed to fetch the morphine. He was not going anywhere for an indefinite period of time without bringing his little vice with him. |
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| Poise&Poison | September 14, 2010, 12:59 am Post #24 |
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The Doctor tilted his head. It felt a bit odd. He never would get used to the body witching, although this was technically his twelfth time doing it. Then he smiled at Erik. Erik I can take you there, back, and to the Andromeda Galaxy. Barring we're both still alive. I gather this little misson is rather dangerous. Now I prefer that we leave sooner than later. But you must tell me, what exactly is going on in your life now? Where are you in the epic tale that is your life? The Doctor was tru;y curious. He wanted to know, he loved meeting people whose lives he already knew the general outcome of. It was fascinating to see what lead them where. Erik was a particularly notorious fellow. Although the Doctor was rather disappointed that Erik couldn't help him get a fez. It would just have to wait. The doctor knew that Erik would probably want to get some things before leaving but the doctor wanted to leave quickly. I suppose you should go get your luggage. The Doctor said with his brilliant smile. The Doctor didn't realize that it was difficult to argue with him, he was so action oriented. He considered that on of his better traits. |
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| That Butler | September 14, 2010, 1:27 am Post #25 |
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That was quite the interesting question, and not one that was easy for Erik to answer. He didn't know how much the Doctor knew about him, nor did he know which events in his life were mentionable. And would he even tell someone he just met something like that? Of course not. "I really do not know how to answer that," he stated. Surely the Doctor would figure out why that was. Erik didn't feel like explaining it to him. "And I will require a few moments to gather some rather important items." He was used to packing light, considering how many times he'd had to flee from his current location on short notice. This was one of those times, he supposed. But he'd be returning. That was quite a change for him. And here was another dilemma. Should he just slip off in the darkness and leave the Doctor waiting? Or, considering who the Doctor was... This was just such a difficult decision. Only one person had been in his home before, and he didn't know if he wanted to bring the Doctor with him. But if there was something in there that would tip the Doctor off to what stage of life Erik was in, perhaps that was best. As tempting as it sounded, Erik didn't want to hear what his future had in store for him. If it was mentionable, then it probably wasn't good, considering how life had been for him so far. He didn't want to know. "If you would like, you can accompany me," he offered hesitantly, his discomfort with the situation clear in his voice. "I would hate to keep you waiting in the cold." It was quite chilly on the shore of the lake. His home was warmer. |
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