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ximilia mods ([personal profile] ximilian) wrote in [community profile] ximilialog2022-02-02 06:57 pm

MISSION: BAD COMPANY, PART 2

M I S S I O N   4 . 2

INTROTHE DREAM DEFERREDYOUR WAKE UP CALLFYI

// INTRO. WELFORD BRANSON  


It is barely past twilight in Scorpion’s Bend, the twin suns having just set, taking their light with them — but the moons delay, and so darkness lingers over the town as Lan Xichen’s conversation with one Welford Branson comes to an abrupt end. At the same time, all around the town, the team will notice the town natives around them stilling — some freezing in the middle of a sentence, a man with a fork in the air, a woman mid-step on the street, some youngsters with their mouths open in laughter. All of them become statues in less than a heartbeat; still, eyes vacant, like everything that made them seem alive has been taken away.

And then — a reverberating sigh, echoing heavily in the ears of all the Orbers. What follows are words, spoken by a chorusing voice now familiar to most of the team —

Well now you’ve done it.

The orb’s echoing sound is filled with disappointment, even annoyance.

Some may see that amidst all the frozen townspeople, an old man runs, clawing at his thinning hair. Some of you may hear his words, muttered, desperate:

I don't understand, I thought 'twas just a bad dream, everyone was fine, don't understand, what in the name of the Eight could've done somethin' like this —”

The disbelieving mumbles trail at his wake, making it clear he does not know what is going on at all — in fact, you may have a better idea as to what has happened than he does. But as you turn to follow him, open your mouth to yell at him to stop... everything around you shatters.

The lights in the buildings grow dim and break; the smell of food disappears; the horses in the stables simply fade away. You notice that if you were wearing or carrying something you bought while here, it too disappears, your clothes turning to those you had on upon arrival, all equipment shimmering away slowly.

But perhaps most importantly… the frozen statues of people crumble into ash right in front of you. It may fill the floors of the now-silent, dusty and worn-down houses, or it may blow away with the harsh desert wind — whichever it is, sans the team, the town of Scorpion’s Bend is now devoid of people.

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// PART I.THE DREAM DEFERRED  


The town that now surrounds the team is very different from the one it used to be — the houses are quiet, filled with sand and dust; doors broken, tables turned over, drawers open and mostly empty, aside from anything not valuable. The beds in Thornbush Inn are ragged, insects of various sizes skittering along the floors. The Saloon is dusty, furniture broken, and a lone piano stands in the corner, half its keys having crumbled away. The door to the Mayor’s office is ajar, a banging sound repeating as it hits the wall in time with the wind.



1.0   In the corners of the Sheriff’s office, the school and the church, the embera slither along, searching for food; owl-shrews hide from the Orbers on the streets, while feathered coyotes howl at the five moons now lending their light to see the town’s destruction better. The team may be the only living humanoids, but they are not the only living beings in the town anymore; in the absence of people, animals have made the town their home. And coexist they must, now, to survive the rapidly dropping temperature of the night that has fallen upon them.


2.0   The next morning, as the moons disappear underneath the horizon and let the two suns bring out their scorching rays once more, the team wakes up to the reality of having to survive Scorpion’s Bend… with very little supplies. So search the empty houses, for they still stand; the fire that has burned away the people has not touched the buildings… but they have not been immune to the passing of time, or the harsh weather in the desert. You may find clothing, basic equipment, pots and pans left on a now-cold stove; but no valuables, no money, no gems, no jewelry, no weapons.

But amidst your search through the town, remember that what you need, first and foremost, is to find water and something to eat — it will not be long until the suns are high in the sky, and some of you are already in desperate need of proper nourishment, without being left to endure the scorching temperatures the days on the planet of Badrock bring.


3.0   But should you want to brave the heat, you’ll find it is now possible to leave the town and venture out into the desert. Out there, the rock dragons search for prey, while bald vultures circle above your head in groups of three or four, their shrieks growing in volume the farther you walk. If you show weakness, any weakness, they strike — and the dragons, sensing their chance, are not far behind.

And when you least expect it, the ground underneath you trembles, like a small earthquake is approaching you… and then you see it: from the sand, a whale surges up, then another, and another, arcing through the air like suspended there, before the sand swallows them once more. Should you get too close, you too may be swallowed underneath the sand; unless you’re very, very careful, or have in your arsenal something else that may help you to deal with these near-immortal giants that have swam across the deserts for hundreds of thousands of years.


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// PART II.YOUR WAKE UP CALL  


Time passes at a snail’s pace without the comforts of the town you were used to. Scorpion’s Bend is now a wasteland you must survive, and it clearly isn’t easy. Some of you might question whether retrieving the orb is still an endeavour worth pursuing after all of this, but the rest of you know that it is. That you’ve come this far and you’re nearly there; you just need to band together and form a gameplan.

As the suns begin to set over the horizon on yet another grueling day of scorching heat and rough, dry sand in the ghost town of Scorpion’s Bend, you might begin to hear a distant thunder that has nothing to do with an oncoming desert storm or otherwise. It rattles at the already weakened structures of the old Saloon and the General Store, bits of broken glass and debris vibrating with the raucous sound of clattering hooves, feet, and paws. And as the sound of the invasion grows louder – you’ll hear the unmistakable manic howling and bellowing in accompaniment: these are the Bouldersnakes that some of you have already heard much of.



4.0   The Bouldersnakes are not a group to be taken lightly, and have garnered the fearsome reputation that they now hold for a reason. Kicking up dust, they arrive like a cloud of chaos in different sizes, shapes, and forms. Some have the ability to shrink and grow in size to match their opponents in physical size and weight. Other Bouldersnakes are agile and quick; and others yet are superhumanly strong and robust – either way, they make for formidable opponents when you, yourself, have been weakened from weeks of a lack of proper nutrition and sleep. The individual members of the Bouldersnakes are like a band of bloodthirsty brothers: from all walks of life and all colours and creeds, with a severe and mean streak to them, who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

What goals, you ask? Should you listen carefully, their leader, riding a winged lizard-like creature, shouts to their underlings:

Find it! This is where it told us to come to. We missed it last time, but no more! I don't care what we have to do, we're getting our hands on that thing!

As it so happens, you are not the only crew in search of that elusive orb; the Bouldersnakes have been tracking down the whereabouts of this mysterious and all-powerful object themselves, burning through towns – quite literally – to get it. News that Scorpion’s Bend has seen a resurgence of life and might still be the resting place of the orb has the bandits seeking out the town again. Their first round through Scorpion's Bend about a year ago had them coming up empty-handed (save for a few bits and baubles), but this time they are determined to find what they've come here to find. Though if there’s anything left here to salvage... they’ll ransack as they please.

Whether you confront them head-on or they catch you in hiding, they won’t easily back down from a fight. It will be best to keep your distance if you can manage it, and hope that they’ll pass you by. But the Bouldersnakes have their weaknesses too: once maimed, they still bleed, and none of them are immortal, though they are notoriously difficult to kill based on their talents alone... and when they carry weapons, too, well — those not accustomed to battles may find it best to hide. And even for those with fighting experience under your belt, teaming up with your fellow Orbers and combining your shared skills will be your best chance at survival.


5.0   By the time the suns have disappeared and the moons have risen, the Bouldersnakes invasion will make the bandit attack from the other night seem like a childish tussle. The Bouldersnakes don’t play nice and have adapted to the harsh lands as ruthless survivors. They arrive like a wave, many equipped with weapons: guns, sabers, pistols and small knives. A few others have engineered their own specially crafted weapons made of metal and magic (in the shape of guns, blow-torches, and blades) that wield a special element harnessed from mined ore called ‘pulsefire’. It is this pulsefire, glowing a deep blue (like the hottest colour of flame), that has the capability to destroy all living beings and allows the bandits to systematically ravage unsuspecting towns down to ash, reap its benefits (either for the town’s riches and wealth, or and especially: for any supply of ore), and then leave without a trace.

The best way to fight against pulsefire is to acquire weapons of pulsefire of your own and best a Bouldersnake before they best you. (Think high stakes, noon-time duels of the pistol.) Of course, this is a very risky and very dangerous affair as one shot by pulsefire could mean your untimely demise and the element itself isn't easy to put out either, so it might be best to work in teams to strategically disarm and swipe a pulsefire weapon to use before they manage to overwhelm you.

NOTE:   If your character is alive, your character will be vulnerable to the effects of pulsefire. Unliving things such as buildings and infrastructure will not be affected. Pulsefire has a slow spread-rate over unliving things, but its effects on the living are instant. Once in contact with the element, pulsefire quickly consumes the living body and spirit until it is turned to ash. Putting pulsefire out over unliving things is relatively easy, but once pulsefire has touched the living, there's little to no chance of making it out in one piece.


All through this, you must still remember your goal — it is not to stay in Scorpion's Bend, or even fight the Bouldersnakes, but to find the orb... and that means finding Welford Branson. How will you convince him to give you the orb, when all signs point to him not even knowing what it is, or what it has done? That is what you must decide... if you survive the Bouldersnakes in one piece, of course.

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F Y I

The events in this log take place ICly right after the end of the NPC thread.

The voting for how to get the orb is now open! Please head HERE to submit your idea for how the team should proceed to get the orb, or +1 others’ ideas.

The conclusion of the mission and the return to the station will be posted on February 13.

If you have questions about anything in this log, please direct them HERE.

And finally, your soundtrack for this log:

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bossily: (Default)

[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-10 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Probably not.

[She easily counters, somehow finding it in her to manage a laugh.]

But when we get to the schoolhouse, I can try healing them for you.

[It's the least she can do, given that he's just saved her twice over. Thankfully, they're not too far off from the schoolhouse.]
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[personal profile] firstroar 2022-02-10 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[it's true: turns out, eating what amounts to mouthfuls of ash doesn't really help in stabilizing a dying body - in fact, it might make things complicated for that body!

in any case, Blue is not trying to dwell on it too much - not right now, not in this moment; he'll have time to contemplate that when Yzak's left. for now, though? for now, he waits for Yzak to settle in before leaning against him, searching for a hand to hold, to lace his fingers with while he rests his head against Yzak's.]
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[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-10 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Concerned with just how close Clara looks to passing out, Daisy knows she's got to make this quick.]

Yeah, I'll try.

[She says, distracted with both concern over Clara's injury and trying to come up with a plan to take them out. Waiting for them to pass their building, Daisy sneaks up behind them, but just as she makes a grab for one of them their partner spots her. Shielding herself when they aim their gun at her, the bullets hit their partner instead and before they can reload she sends them flying back into a building.

Satisfied that was it, Daisy hurries back to Clara who is hopefully still conscious.]
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[personal profile] morethan084 2022-02-10 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Watching him get up, Daisy's confused as to where he's going until he comes back with what he needs to spoon out his portion.]

Good, because we would have problems if you didn't.

[She teases, as if she could actually threaten him into doing anything he didn't want to do. Her teasing smile fades a little when he asks her about her people. It hurts to talk about them, knowing there's nothing she can do to help them from here.]

What do you want to know?
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[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-10 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[She politely avoids any further discussion of her becoming a vehicle for the purpose of his flirting with her, at least for a moment. She's focused on dipping her hand back into her pocket to let the spiders back on, and holding her arm up and out for him to watch the shiny little spiders move along her skin almost in unison.]

I'm not sure how, but I think they may be a part of my friend Gwen.

[Which leads her to realize there is a whole lot they need to discuss about how she's able to do the things she's able to do.]

Which must mean she's stalking me. Probably because she thinks I'm reckless.

[But given how she had just run right through portals without a care in the world, she supposes that's fair.]
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[personal profile] spoilers 2022-02-10 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Running it is, then. She'd said it was his choice, and she thinks they can stay ahead and out of the line of fire.

She barely even looks at the device being handed to her, doing what he says without question, which says something about the level of trust she has in him.
]

Didn't you mention something about another component? [ She had been paying some attention, fight or not. ] Absolute darkness? Might be a bit tricky.

[ Hopefully he won't mind if she takes his hand again, pulling him along with her as she cuts a winding path through town. They're heading toward fighting, which she's gathered is what he wants, but still the opposite direction of one particularly irritated pulsefire-toting bandit. Good enough for her. ]

You've been busy.

[ She's too polite to ask how he's doing. There'll be time for that later. ]
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[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-10 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ The wishes... Damn, it's incredible how often he forgets the real purpose of why they're all here. ]

At this point... I think everyone wants to go back, orb or not. I won't say that they don't care about their regrets. We all do. Some will do more than most to make it happen.

But nothing will work if we're all- [ Y'know. Dead.

He sighs and leans a little into Blue, exhausted. ]
You're not spoiled, Blue. Wanting everyone to be happy and safe isn't being spoiled. It can't be.
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[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-02-10 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Finn takes a deep breath, and his answer comes out in a long sigh. ] Yeah.

I-... I don't know, it's stupid. But I almost prefer this. No illusions, no fake people, a little more game to hunt. It's... cold, but-

[ He shrugs. For Finn, this is actually less weird. Can't really complain, he supposes. But he does laugh a little. ]

I guess you probably liked it better before, huh? [ When they had things like heat. ]
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[personal profile] kovach 2022-02-10 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't think about the image he paints, about the violence of the man standing here tonight, soaked in blood and drawing more. kovacs already knows who he is, from the moment he lifted that gun at twelve years old and shot his father in the neck. the day after that, his stack was placed into the body of a man to be turned into a killer — no, not turned into, but simply trained in what he had already embodied, a magnet for violence and death. it never mattered if it pulled the trigger or not.

somewhere quell's voice calls out, This is what you do, love. Stride across the centuries and death follows, churning in your wake.

but when he turns away from the latest corpse in his count, it isn't quell's ghost he sees, instead seeing clara suddenly in front of him, surprised to see her so close, so willing, the feral craze of his eyes softening to light shock when her arms embrace him, pulling him down to her.

all at once, the sound of war quiets and he thinks he could hear her heart beat. the fight in him stills if only for a moment as he remembers what he's been fighting for, why this deal matters so much.

Tell me what I gotta do to save Clara Oswald.

she trembles against his chest, his own arms stiff before his fingers loosen, the gun dropping from his grasp. barely even thinking about it, he wraps himself around her, arm across her back, the other bringing his blood-stained fingers to her hair to tuck her in to his collar. whatever arguments they've had in the past, all the declarations he'd made to keep her at a distance, trying to distinguish between what they were and what they could be to one another — none of it matters. ]


I got you. [ he whispers to the top of her hair as he cradles her close, an echo to the words he'd said to her on their first night together, the first night he loved her, the first night he knew he'd do anything to keep her safe.

with the bandits dead on the ground, their blood on his hands, he doesn't regret the violence, not if it keeps her alive. ]
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[personal profile] attackbrows 2022-02-10 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He rolls his eyes. It was easy to put two and two together that she was using some sort of dimensional device.

But at least now they’re in the clear as far as he and Midnight Sparkle can see.]


I have one of those back home! Used it to move an entire asteroid belt away from their collision course from a category-I planet and ordered Chinese all in the same hour. Very handy!
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[personal profile] lateness 2022-02-10 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ The problem with Clara Oswald — and truth be told, it isn't actually a problem at all — is that she knows him. She knows him too well. She can see uneasy way he navigates this new-but-not-fun situation and know exactly how he feels about it. She can hear it in the way he speaks how impatient and frustrated he is to feel like the situation is so far out of his hands, he's feeling utterly useless. She can see how he might wind up doing something reckless and stupid because of it — but because of that gift of hers, she's also the one person who might be able to convince him from doing exactly that.

He tips his head to rest against hers when she leans in, looking out over the rather depressing landscape they've found themselves in. Now that the illusion is well exposed, the place seems so grim and miserable, and they've still got no idea where the orb could have gone; where Welford could have taken it. ]


Oh, but we really could do with a miracle roast right about now. [ Especially if it baits the Branson man. ] I don't suppose the coyotes I heard earlier would make a very good meal though. Besides, all I've got is a screwdriver — not exactly an oven, is it.
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[personal profile] coordination 2022-02-10 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ No copium happening here. ]

[ Will Yzak ever get used to this? He's adjusted some for sure, less unused to the feeling of his own hand locked with Blue's, the soft, familiar feeling of a couple of stray bangs brushing against his face. But even then, that adjustment really pertains to Blue himself. Getting completely used to this ... who knows. (Yzak will be 50 years old and still feel butterflies when someone holds his hand because they want to hold HIS hand holy fuck) ]

This outing will be worth it.

[ As ever, he sounds confident. But that statement comes with a feeling, prompted by this closeness. That it'd be ... nicer, to do something like this anywhere but here. Back on the station where it's more peaceful, relaxing ... cleaner and more comfortable. ]
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[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-10 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Mmm.

[She makes a sound that's in agreement with his assertion, not liking how it makes him sound like he's full of doubt about his cleverness and his ability to save the day.]

Really isn't.

[No, the screwdriver isn't an oven. But neither was the Tardis, and they had turned it into a perfect place to cook her christmas turkey. Of course, she can't bring that up to him. He hasn't lived through that yet. So her hand seeks out his, holding on tight.]

If we were still in our little home in the saloon, I'd make the best roast.

[But they're not in the illusion any longer. The home they had built together the past weeks is gone now, along with the marriage that came along with it. She had been all too happy to indulge in their little life, and she supposes she's sad it's gone now.

They're still the Doctor and Clara Oswald, but no longer need to be Mr. and Mrs. Doctor.

But that's just fine. They'll be the Doctor and Clara Oswald and navigate the rest of this mission together. Which is why she shifts focus, choosing to discuss a plan of action instead of pretending a roast will solve all their problems.
]

I was thinking of trying to lead a group out toward the mines to find him. A screwdriver could come in useful for that.
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—THE DOCTOR (11).

[personal profile] attackbrows 2022-02-10 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Italian Trulli


[No more dawdling. The Doctor(s) had seen their fair share of bloodshed around here. And with the orb at stake, this can drastically shape the moral ground the Ximilia crew is standing on. Enough of the passive observer act. Time to be a Doctor.

The two had gone straight to work on building a device that can stop the Bouldersnakes in place. Without the use of guns, swords, or knives. Built entirely from the old appliances and wiring scrapped together from the town. Each lantern, copper wiring and leather belt holds the memory of those lost from needless violence. All to create a perimeter around the south side of Scorpion’s Bend that will (hopefully) create an electromagnetic fence.

The elder Doctor runs past his past self. With a grit under his teeth and brow, he sets one on several beacon devices down.]
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[personal profile] lateness 2022-02-10 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a much preferred plan anyway, the talking of things they actually can do rather than the things they wish they could if things hadn't all gone so terribly ... awry. Wishes can't be made true, no matter how much one wants them to — at least not without some sort of action and a little bit of thinking.

The Doctor straightens a little to look in Clara's direction. ]


When I went to the mines the other day, there really wasn't anywhere to hide. Are we certain that's where he is? Where he went?
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—RIVER.

[personal profile] attackbrows 2022-02-10 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Night had finally approached. Without a single soul in sight besides River and the Doctor, they step inside the hollow abandoned halls of one of the shoppes in town hoping to scavenge for anything remotely useful.

The Doctor opens one cupboard behind the counter. Save for the rusted can of beans, all that was left was cobwebs and dust. He plucks the can off from the shelf, bringing it closer to his face in some false hope that these beans were the TARDIS itself.]
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[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-10 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Absolutely not.

[She's reluctant to admit it, to say that she doesn't know what she's doing. But it feels like that's her path on these missions more often than not. Not knowing what to do or where to fit with everyone else that seems so much more better suited to find the orb than she does.]

But I have to try something. Even if it doesn't lead anywhere. I can't keep struggling to find my place here and doing all the wrong things to try and be more useful.

[Clara realizes then that despite their closeness, she's been keeping things from him. Her head lifts so she can meet his eyes.]

Because I've been having issues with that for months now. Ever since I came back. I've put so much into learning magic, into picking up knives and guns, into having people teach me how to use them. I'm not a fighter like most people here are. Have no special powers. I don't have a screwdriver or regeneration cycles. I don't even have a special set of skills like nursing or a scientist. I'm just Clara. And that's always been enough, until now that it isn't.

[So she has to at least try to find Ford. Explore and attempt to be clever. It's all she has going for her, she figures.]
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[personal profile] lateness 2022-02-10 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. [ The Doctor feels almost happily drowsy with the warmth of the talisman over him, not that he's all too familiar with what it is or how it's done (that is, what sort of magic powers it) but Xichen doesn't look bothered at all by the application so he doesn't feel the need to worry either.

What does worry him is the heaviness set on the other man's shoulders. He can understand burdens like them, having been put in situations like the one that Xichen's been put in, though mostly by his own doing. In a way, the Doctor thrives off of situations like these ones. Maybe it's an ego thing (all right, it is most definitely an ego thing, at least in part), but it also comes from a very real place of wanting to help and wanting to bear that responsibility so no one else has to. But it can be a heavy thing to carry.

The Doctor's words are solemn, his voice soft. ]


Well — time does what she likes, always has. There really was no right time to let us all know what happened, and perhaps there was nothing to prevent the old man from running off either. Sometimes it feels easier to run.

[ Spoken like a man with some amount of experience in just that. ]

But you relate to him, don't you? And that counts for something.
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[personal profile] laviny 2022-02-10 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Yelena thinks about that for a moment.]

I liked the dogs.

[They were good dogs. It sucks that animals got caught up in all this.]
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[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-10 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Fly?

[her answer comes without hesitation, even if it's more of a question. He's a fae, and somewhere in the back of her mind that registers. So of course he can fly. But is it more of a magical teleportation sort of thing, or does it involve wings?

Now really isn't the time for her to be this curious. Especially with as dazed and out of sorts as she is from her lovely head injury. So she gives a nod, even with how her face is still buried against his chest. She's safe and sound with his hand against her back, and nothing's going to harm them because they're going to fly away.

It's all incredibly storybook, and for once she's not complaining.
]

You and me, we'll fly away from here.

[Her arms wrap tighter around him, further getting a mixture of her blood and that of the Bouldersnake all over him. She doubts he'll mind though. Just as long as she stays close and out of trouble.]
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[personal profile] lateness 2022-02-10 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Clara. [ The way the Doctor speaks her name, firm and final, like he's about to deliver a lecture in her direction, really only speaks to one thing: where is this coming from?

He frowns, studying her face, the crease between her eyebrows, until he looks into her eyes. Those big, round doe-eyes of hers that can fill with tears in an instant. Kind and clever eyes. Eyes anyone with even half a heart could trust.

He'd known about the bit about magic given that she'd spoken to him about it one night under the covers, speaking of silly things and orb theories and what they might be able to accomplish if they had the TARDIS here. But the rest of it? Knives and guns? He shakes his head. ]


I didn't know. About the knives and the guns. [ There's the slightest tightness in his voice when he repeats the words, a very clear indication of just how he feels about those particular weapons. Or any weapons at all, really. ] Has anyone said that knowing how to fight, knowing how to use a weapon, makes you more useful? Is anyone telling you that you're not enough if you haven't got special powers?

[ Every person in this team has a place. He might not understand how they came to be plucked from the cosmos or why, but they were all chosen. The Doctor was needed twice-over, sure, but Clara Oswald had been chosen amongst them just as equally. That makes her very, very special indeed, and he isn't going to hear anything to the contrary. ]

You know we've traveled together, you and I — you and the man that I'll change into one day. Fighting, powers, any of that — that's never been the point, that's not what we do. When you came back — [ They haven't spoken much of that time when she'd returned, somehow with more memories than she'd had when they first found themselves on the Ximilia. Perhaps it was partially his fault, never speaking of these things unless they had to come up.

Sometimes the Doctor can (and will) distract himself with other things to avoid difficult topics, but Clara seemed fine. She always seemed fine. ]
— did something else change when you came back?
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[personal profile] spoilers 2022-02-10 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ River is having similar luck. Tools, food, weapons...anything of use has been picked over, time taking what bandits and scavengers have not. Inspecting a somewhat jagged (satisfyingly sharp) strip of metal that had once been part of, well, she isn't sure what it had been, she asks, ] Find something?

[ Gathering up a tattered piece of cloth, she winds it around one end of the scrap of metal before sliding it into her boot. Then she makes her way to where he's standing, staring into his can of beans.

She leans in to comment over his shoulder.
]

If you're hoping for the secrets of the Universe, I don't think you're going to find them in there.
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[personal profile] bossily 2022-02-10 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[She can only stare at him for a few moments, before forcing a smile on her face.]

Time has a way of changing all of us, Doctor.

[She easily gives the truth without saying the truth at all, an act she's well practiced in these days. The fact is she hasn't spoken to him about it because there's no way to tell him all that she needs to say. Not without letting him know the truth. And she's determined to never let him know how their story ends.

He hates endings. He hates them so much he'd rather never speak to her again than face the end of their time together.
]

But so many of these missions require people to fight. I can't keep depending on others to save me.

[Of course she wouldn't have told him about the weapons. She knows his feelings on them. And knows he might think less of her for even picking a gun up. But she trusts him enough to tell him, to be open with him now in this quiet moment they have together. She loves him enough to let him see these insecurities, to see how they've clouded her perception of herself enough to think she's not enough to get to work alongside the others.]

No one has to say anything. Not for me to know I'm not contributing the same as everyone else.

[It's hard for Clara to tell if it's a matter of pride, or her sense of self has taken a hit since being brought back. This is all so unlike her usual confidence, her bubbly projection of always being in control and being the boss. But in the end, she supposes that's exactly the problem. She's not in control. Not in the same way she gets to be when it's just the two of them in the TARDIS.

She feels her eyes brimming with tears, and blinks them away as she ducks her head. Leaning back over, she rests her head against him once again. This time trying to hide the emotion on her face.
]
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—CLARA.

[personal profile] attackbrows 2022-02-10 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[After checking in on Marta, the Doctor returns to his “post” with Clara. He could run off with his younger self and prattle about how to go about the next day, but he still has a duty of care to her. Even if that means making sure she tucks in for a proper night’s rest. It’s nights like these where he ponders if she is becoming a little too much like him, always thinking ten steps ahead of everyone else, hardly getting a wink of rest.

He returns without his maroon jacket but makes up for it with a crotchet jumper to hand to Clara.]


Layer up. This cold won’t let down for another eight hours.
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part i.

[personal profile] calmness 2022-02-10 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
[while he is not injured himself, xichen knows that blue is spending his time those who are needing medical assistance.

through the course of the mission, the time spent together was not only for the cover of fake family. while there is no need to pretend, that does not mean that the fondness and familiarity developed is cast aside. so, xichen worries and checks in knowing well that likely the tables will turn on him. which is alright, if he is being honest, that is something family -- even fake family -- do for one another.

he has been distressed since the veil fell, though he is calmer now with two days behind him and the initial shock. he is sure the turmoil in his mind is loud and hard to miss for someone with blue's powers.

he's surprised when he sees blue alone, not quite sure if he's resting or tending to a task that xichen cannot see but perhaps its a blessing too as he approaches.]
Blue. [he speaks gently, not wishing to surprise him.] Are you alright?