Posts by Skystream1230

((I wasn't talking about the thread as a whole, but that works too I was making things up as we went. The full strength of the Linker hasn't been established yet, so if we want to take it to another level (like, say, mind control or whatever) it's still a possibility. Cyberplanner can't get anywhere/do anything at the moment because the TARDIS won't let him. With the Doctor in control, she'll let him through, and so I was thinking that he'd slip back in once he was somewhere he wanted to be.))

"No," he murmured, but his voice didn't sound right. Almost as if they were someone else's words. "No, no please, don't hurt them, they didn't do anything wrong, I swear. No, no! No! No, please! DON'T TOUCH TH-----" The Doctor broke into another scream, clutching his head in his hands. It hurt, oh it hurt. He could feel the desperation and the panic being channeled through him and his ship. Looks like Bermuda is out of the question, he thought to himself, before his eyes rolled back into his head and he slumped forward.

Willow opened her mouth, about to inquire if he could repeat that last sentence in English, but instead she ran back to the ajar doors of the TARDIS, pulling them closed before joining the time lord again. ". . . So what now?" she finally asked, after a few moments of watching the Doctor fiddle with the time machine.

((Works for me. I just wanted to make sure I knew a little of what was happening so I don't mess it all up or something, you know?

Shall I go?))

Amanda didn't look up at Sam's words, instead watching her new pokemon wander. It kind of made her a little sad at Luka's disinterest, because she was itching to start her journey - and every single one had to start with a battle. "Need to have a first battle sometime," Amanda reasoned, as she pressed the cut for a final second before standing up again. "I don't think Luka wants to, though," she added, a slight frown crossing her face. Her eyes drifted back to the massive Seviper around his neck, suppressing a shiver before asking, "What pokemon is it?"

The Doctor's face scrunched up, cringing before blinking his eyes open. Quickly, he shut them again, his hands reaching up to clutch at his head. "Yes, yes, I'm fine, Clara," he reassured her, not mentioning the horrible after-headache. It was never a pleasant experience, being channeled through. Nasty repercussions. Hopefully his head would stop pounding soon.

The time lord groaned, his arm trembling slightly as he gripped Clara's shoulder with it for support. His breath was slightly ragged, and truthfully he looked a little pale. "I'm fine," he said again, reiterating his condition, partly for her and partly for him.

((Cool. :) ))

The Doctor studied the note, hints of curiosity crossing his face as the lights on his cheek blinked. He turned the sheet of paper every which way, analyzing the handwriting and tasting the ink at one point. "Two things," he announced, pocketing the note and quickly spinning around, briskly leaving the library. "Two very important things from that note, December Holmes. One," he said, twisting down the hallways, making his way towards the control room. "The notewriter's from the future. Two, we need the Ood."

What do you think you're doing? the Cyberplanner asked, inching back towards control.

I'm winning, was his reply, and with a smirk and a twirl of his coat, the time lord kept going.

"It was a distress call," the Doctor said, mostly ignoring Clara's question. "The TARDIS picked up on it. Usually it ends up on the psychic paper. It must've been rather potent to go through the TARDIS. . ." he explained. Evening out his breaths, he gripped Clara's arm a little tighter, using her to pull himself up to his feet. "We need-" he started to say, but it didn't go exactly as he'd planned, though, as his knees buckled and the time lord barely caught himself before he would've crashed against the floor. "We need to trace it," he finished, catching his breath again.

"Oh. . ." Willow wasn't entirely sure how to respond. She knew she was only helping the Doctor stop the Master, but the answer made her deflate for some reason. She coughed, clearing her throat. "Right, yeah," she agreed. Her eyes narrowed after his implication sunk in. "Are you saying Butch and I are together?" she asked incredulously.

"Clara-" he tried to argue, but he allowed her to lead him to the steps anyways. Maybe sitting down would help slow the room down, the circles were making him dizzy. "Clara-" he attempted again, but she cut him off, ordering him to sit. Reluctantly, he did, but he turned to look at his companion. "Clara," said the Doctor, "You're not flying the TARDIS." The only way she'd be able to without extensive lessons would be with the telepathic circuits, and he would not let her use them.

((xD Jay, that awkward laugh at the end. . . . XD That was great))

The Doctor shared the smile with Clara, watching Tiempa's reaction. But sadly, he couldn't live up to his promise right now. "Tiempa," he called, leaving Clara's side and approaching the princess. He bent down so that their eyes were level. "I need you to do a very big thing for me, a very big important thing. I need you to wait in your tower for just a little bit longer." It pained him to ask such a thing, especially with the girl never having left the tower nor with her excitement at his TARDIS. But he wasn't going to take her into danger. She'd lasted her whole life, safe up here. They could save the coordinates and come right back, and she would still be safe when they did.

The Doctor turned a couple more corners, before making the final turn into the control room. "When you think about it, it'd be impossible for anyone else to know that it's Clever, or that the Ood can help. We're the only three who know, Dec. We haven't told anyone, and I doubt that a cyberman would write us a note. Therefore, it's from the future," he explained, smiling as he did so. He rubbed his hands together as he climbed the steps to the console, before spinning around, grinning at his time machine. "Have you ever seen an Ood, December?" he asked, casually resting a hand on a lever.

Willow opened her mouth to snap at him, but nothing came out. She settled for an indignant huff, choosing to ignore his statement. Yeah, she and Butch would die for each other - they were best friends. That's what best friends would do. But together? No, that was a bad joke.

She looked around at the machine as it started to dematerialize, confused by the wheezing. "Is it supposed to make that noise?" she asked the Doctor. It made her think of a damaged engine.

((Makes sense for him to leave her out. "Clara, keep watch." "I'll be right back, Clara, stay here." Etc. Etc. Clara is going to get annoyed REALLY fast XD But yeah, I was thinking along the same lines. I was thinking the Doctor would try and have a peaceful meeting with the dragon (probably throw in a Shadow Proclamation reference in there) but angry!dragon and we end up with hurt Doctor. And then Clara and Tiempa would go be their boss selves and save the day while the Doctor can't stop them.

OR. . . the Doctor barely escapes mostly unscathed and then Clara is her clever self and traps him, steals his sonic and then goes off to save the day.

Ooh. I think I like that second one better. What do you think?))

The Doctor smiled, but now it was sad and tired. He followed Tiempa to her bed, and gently ruffled her hair. "Tiempa," he said calmly, "I'm not leaving you because I don't want to show you the stars - it's because I want you safe. I don't want you getting hurt. Your kingdom is probably going to need you soon, and I'm not going to take their princess into danger." He offered her a happier smile, continuing. "But as soon as I'm done, we'll go anywhere, anywhen. Cross my hearts," he said, crossing both sides of his chest with his hands.

"Clara," he called again, getting a little annoyed by her continuous chatter and ideas. "Calm down," he ordered, and even though she was the boss, he knew she'd listen to him. The Doctor waved her over with his hand, and he forced his breaths to normality. The room was stopping, but his head still felt like someone was hammering it. She didn't need to know that. "Help me up," he said, holding his arm out for Clara to support.

"The Ood are. . . well. . . odd," he said rather awkwardly, unable to think of a better word. "Tall, bald, tentacle-faced and two brains! One in their heads and one in their hands - really nice, love to help, great singers too," he rattled off. The Doctor shifted his weight, preparing to shove the lever down and fall into his piloting dance, but instead, his whole body jerked suddenly.

"Nice try, Doctor."

The Cyberplanner rubbed his hands together, the smile on his face shifting from happy to sly. "The TARDIS won't be flying today, I'm afraid," he said, his voice lower as he strode up to Dec. "Now. . . where were we?"

((Shall we keep both in mind and see where the RP goes?))

The Doctor returned the hug warmly, before standing up, giving her one last smile. "You'd better," he teased, and with a final grin, he stepped back inside his time machine.

His expression shifted almost immediately, taking on a look of determination as he walked up to the console. "Let's meet a dragon," he told Clara, shooting her a crooked grin before pulling a lever down with most of his weight, and he began to fly the TARDIS, hopping about the controls as the wheezing sounded.

Willow was confused when the Doctor had stopped in the doorway, and she swore her heart ceased to pound. She shoved past him, stumbling into Lab A4. Her eyes widened in shock, taking in the scene. "Luke," she murmured, instinctively taking a step back, towards the TARDIS. "What have you done?"

The Doctor didn't waste a second, hefting himself to his feet. Luckily he didn't fall back down this time, but he kept the sudden dizziness to himself, not letting it show on his face. Releasing his grip on Clara's arm, he managed to get himself over to the console unit, where he began typing furiously. "I'm tracking the signal," he explained, answering her inevitable question.

"Oh?" the Cyberplanner asked, amused, a malicious glint appearing in his eyes. Just to spite her, he leaned in closer to her face, his smirk becoming more crooked. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter," he whispered in her ear, before his hand slid out towards the Linker.

His body, however, jerked again, and his expression shifted into one of anger. "I said don't touch her!" the Doctor growled, before jerking a third time. "Stay down!" the Cyberplanner yelled angrily, his attention no longer on December.