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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2013 19:07:12 GMT -5
“An artifact, you say?” Jackson Lake was a little curious about that, but he knew that when it came to the Time Lords, they had all sorts of mysterious little artifacts. It took a lot of energy for him, as he rubbed his face with both hands and then rubbed his temples, trying to think… just think at what it might be.
“I’m afraid I’m a bit scrambled, but I feel much better now.” He explained to The Doctor and Sarah as they went on, “However I’m willing to help you in any way I can. It’s possible… it’s possible that I may have put my hands on someone who was using the item and I was transported, but I can’t make face. It was too dark. I believe I’m in the same location as I was before, since I was heading home that night.“
It seemed, though, that there was a bit of trouble nearby. Well, even in the 1800’s there were going to be drunk and rowdy people and in the corner of his eye he spotted a man being assaulted, and it was very hard to miss those very bright noses and cheeks.
“… I believe we have even more trouble coming, if my… er, memory is correct!” By memory, he was talking about his experiences AS The Doctor, and despite his inherent shyness and quiet nature, he knew he had to do something. Besides, those men looked odd.
And he, like any silly companion, ran towards the man to help, just as he heard a voice from another man telling them to stop. No, right now he was uninterested in getting into a brawl, he was more interested in pulling the elder man away from the group and if need be, use himself as a shield.
“It seems that Victorian mannerisms have disappeared these days!” He complained to himself.
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Jul 13, 2013 20:00:12 GMT -5
The Doctor nodded, adding all the little clues Jackson was providing to the others in order to hopefully compose the puzzle into a clear picture soon. However, before he could reply, the device he was using started clicking and whirring furiously, pointing to the group of definitely weird looking men that just attacked a man on the street. He stared at the instrument's readings for a moment, then was distracted by Lake's words. 'If my memory is correct'? It was starting to make more sense now, but further revelations would have to wait as yet another man appeared and started running and yelling at the assailants; the device whirred again but sent out a completely different set of readings.
"... Just because one disturbance in one day wasn't enough."
The Time Lord put the gizmo down and started running toward the group: at the moment all the questions could wait until the poor man was safe from these weird assailants. Once he was close enough he reached out and grabbed the Lord's cane before he could strike his victim again, then threw a punch at the man's kidney with his free hand, hoping to at least slow him down; taking advantage of the moment he yanked the cane from the Lord's hand and used it to hit the Police Man's solar plexus. His attacks were fast and precisely aimed at painful but non lethal points to ensure there would be an interrogation to learn more about the attackers themselves and to try and end the fight as soon as possible: the longer it went on, the more dangerous it could become to innocent bystanders.
As he fought he tried to ascertain where Sarah Jane was and what were Lake and the mysterious guy doing; he was hoping none of them would get wounded, and also wanted to see whether Military Coat could be trusted or not.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2013 1:53:45 GMT -5
Things were just starting to make sense to her when pandemonium broke loose. Her mind would not quite accept the reality of the strange men, primitively armed, suddenly fell upon a man across the way.
"Help! Someone! Help!" Well, that was real enough! Before the victim had gotten out the first 'hel-', Sarah Jane screamed for her friend.
"Doctor! Look!" She pointed, regardless of how obvious the trouble was. Her tone was most gently described as penetrating. She started to run for the row, skirts pulled high, knowing the oddly dressed, oddly nose-bedecked 'men' would able to hit him again and again even in the few seconds it would take to reach the man cowed in the middle. They all ran flat out, herself, the Doctor, Mr.Lake, and some tall gent in a dark coat and an authoritative voice who also waded in.
The Doctor continued to amaze her, time and time again, at how age seemed not to matter a whit to him. Nor size. If he wanted someone stopped, he could stop them.
She stopped when she saw how inhuman they were, standing there wide eyed clutching her skirts. Their cheeks and noses looked as swollen and deep scarlet red as blood blisters or content mosquito bellies. She was outmatched, and neither the Doctor nor the stranger looked like they needed any help from her regarding the ruffians. She bounced once on the balls of her feet, as if she could see very much more from three inches taller, sucked her pressed lips in and looked around.
Mr. Lake was doing his best to get to the middle of the fight without engaging in it, that simple action making his intentions clear. If this sudden arrival managed to succeed, they'd need somewhere to get the victim away from his aggressors, or any more who might come. She had a bad feeling about this.
That tea shop there. She liked the look of the sign, and it was open. If Mr.Lake emerged, she'd drag them both that way.
The Doctor would find her in good time if they were separated. He always did. Mostly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2013 10:08:09 GMT -5
The lord stumbled back from the attack. He slowly tried to get up, grumbling, "How dare you!"
The Police Man however was better prepared and blocked the cane the Doctor was now using as a weapon with his own night stick. His eyes had changed to a bright glowing golden color, as had his compatriots. The redness of their faces had shown brighter. The way he blocked however wasn't a spur of the moment instinct. He saw the attack before it happened. The lord grabbed for the Doctor's leg and tried to hold him in place.
"Right, this will give you what for!" he said as he gave an underhand jab to the Doctor's gut.
The sailor turned around to face Jack. He was the strongest of the group, if the size of his muscles were any indication, and cracked his knuckles before charging at Jack with a sharp jab aimed at his jaw. His next attack was an underhand strike to the gut, and then a back handed slap to the face. This sailor liked to go to the fighting clubs whenever he was in port.
The beggar jumped onto Jackson Lake's back and began to claw at his face.
"Oi! Don't you go and ruining our fun like that!" he shouted.
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Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Jul 16, 2013 16:58:29 GMT -5
As soon as the sailor swung around to face him, Jack found himself doubting the wisdom of his impulsive choice to launch himself recklessly into the fight. The man was enormous, with limbs like tree trunks and fists like hams. And the evil grin that spread across his ugly mug when he saw Jack coming wasn't exactly reassuring either.
In the background, he was vaguely aware that another couple of men had also arrived to help, an older, distinguished looking gent with white hair and a younger man dressed elegantly in a Victorian style frock coat.
After that, Jack didn't have time to notice anything much, because the sailor cracked his knuckles in salacious anticipation and charged at him, aiming a savage punch at his jaw. Jack had quick reflexes and managed to duck, only to catch a blow to the stomach that sent him reeling.
Recovering his balance, Jack tried for a retaliatory punch to the other man's gut, only to feel his fist sink into his opponent's stomach with no effect whatsoever. The man merely looked down at him impassively with strange, glowing golden eyes, and then backhanded him to the footpath, as casually as he would have swatted an annoying fly.
Shaking his head like a wet dog, Jack tried to gather his senses. For a moment, he was tempted to go for his gun, but he was wary enough of possible temporal paradoxes not to want to try it. He wasn't quite sure how he had managed to arrive here...or even where “here” was. And until he could find out, killing someone with a twentieth century weapon was not an option.
“You know what?” he snarled at the sailor. “I'm really starting to dislike you.”
And with that, he charged at the other man like a rampaging bull, aiming to slam the sailor forcibly into the brick wall behind him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2013 17:09:28 GMT -5
The fight started, and rather savagely at best. It was a bit of a blue for the poor man, but Jackson had managed to grab the older man and pul him behind him. The unknown tall gentleman in a rather nice looking leather coat had taken on the sailor, but then The Doctor had come in as well with some rather good moves for his age.
Agh, forget about it, the younger man thought. Right now he was hoping to pull the older man away, just as the beggar jumped him to claw his face. Jackson instinctively turned and lifted his arms up to try and block the attack, some of the nails driving into his cheek and wrist. He then kicked the beggar away, backing up close to Sarah Jane.
Then it hit him. These men. They were a beggar man, a police man, a sailor man, and a lord (a rich man).
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief, Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker, Wise man, madman, taxman, police...
"... What is this, a nursery rhyme of madmen?" Jackson Lake finally spoke up.
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Jul 23, 2013 14:35:50 GMT -5
The lord stumbled back from the attack. He slowly tried to get up, grumbling, "How dare you!" The Police Man however was better prepared and blocked the cane the Doctor was now using as a weapon with his own night stick. His eyes had changed to a bright glowing golden color, as had his compatriots. The redness of their faces had shown brighter. The way he blocked however wasn't a spur of the moment instinct. He saw the attack before it happened. The lord grabbed for the Doctor's leg and tried to hold him in place. "Right, this will give you what for!" he said as he gave an underhand jab to the Doctor's gut. The Doctor's eyes widened at the display: that wasn't something he saw often on a human, but considering the circumstances that brought all of them here it was starting to make sense; further speculations however would have to wait - no way to do that if you get knocked out or worse. The fight was getting close ranged so he didn't have time to duck or move away, thanks also to the Lord's 'help'; the Doctor bent his free arm over his gut and caught the Policeman's jab with it: while it hurt, it wasn't as debilitating as getting the air knocked out of your lungs. Now, time to test something... both men were in physical contact so he clearly pictured in his mind his next move: he'd deliver a headbutt on the Policeman's nose, shove him away as he reeled in pain then he would have kicked the Lord's face with his free foot. His actions as he thought that, however, were quite different: he drove the cane down hard on the Policeman's foot, then he reversed the movement to try and hit him under the chin with the pommel. Once done that he crouched and attempted an elbow blow to the top of the Lord's head.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 4:03:17 GMT -5
She let out a shout as the Doctor was struck so hard, her eyes pulled away from Mr. Lake. When she looked back an instant later, the fellow was in even more trouble than the Doctor. The beggar had gotten the upper hand and was clawing at him. They weren't going to get out! A snarl on her face, lips drawn back from even square teeth, she darted forward, catching the old man's arm and pulling him away, Mr. Lake paying the price.
Old man behind her, she reached again for Mr.Lake who was now coming right for her, She reached out and snagged his arm, terribly glad she wasn't the one with bloody claw scratches. She'd wager they were far from clean as well.
The Doctor and the stranger were doing well in the fight, but the odds were not in their favor. As soon as she could get this elderly victim behind a good stout door, she'd run for a Bobby, surely they had them even here in this clearly uncivilized place.
"Come on . . come on!" She had the old man by the arm. He was a bit dazed and tugged against her a moment, but she gave him one of her best smiles. "Lets get you out of here." she'd gotten a fistful of Mr. Lake's sleeve as well and started propelling them both toward the tea shop.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 22:46:54 GMT -5
Watson hung onto Sarah Jane as she carried him along. "W-Wait. That house there...221B. Knock on the door. The...The landlady will..." and with that he passed out. Poor Doctor Watson.
The lord was knocked out by the Doctor's elbow attack, no doubt his face slamming into the pavement as a result of the attack. The Copper himself rubbed his chin for a second, trying to shake the pain off from his potentially broken jaw and smashed foot. He charged at the Doctor for one last attack.
The beggar was kicked off, but he scrambled back up, pulling out a knife from his pocket and charging at Jackson Lake again, slashing with his knife and aiming randomly and wildly at him.
The Sailor was smashed against the brick wall, a small crack being heard from his impact against the wall. He reached down and grabbed Jack's skull, slamming his knee against Jack's face, and then intending to slam Jack's face against the brick wall. Judging by the strength of his arms, he may well be strong enough to flatten at least half of Jack's skull if his attack worked.
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Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Aug 1, 2013 20:02:31 GMT -5
The impact of his skull against the sailor's knee made Jack see stars, and hot, thick blood streamed from his crushed nose.
But this was hardly the first street-brawl he had ever been in and he knew better than most how to fight dirty. Even as the man-mountain clutched at his hair, preparing to smash his face into the looming barrier of bricks, he instinctively twisted his body and lashed out with his foot, bracing himself against the wall, thereby ruining his assailant's angle of attack and preventing him from dragging Jack's head sideways.
Grabbing with both arms, Jack seized the knee that had so recently been in his face, and pushed off from the wall. Using the impetus he gained from the thrust, he savagely wrenched the man's leg outwards with all his considerable strength, dislocating his hip like a chicken bone.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2013 13:47:14 GMT -5
Jackson Lake was not used to these brawls. He was just fighitng like a flailing chicken himself, the knife coming at him as Mr. Watson spoke up. 221B. He glanced over to Sarah Jane as she wrenched him away from the other and he backed away form the man, who was trying to slash him.
"Go there now! Help that man, we'll be okay!" He then faced the beggar, his knee automatically jerking up and outward to try and hit the man between the legs, or the stomach, the knife slashing against his leg and bleeding out. He gasped in pain as the crimson liquid spilled from his body.
"Leave us in peace and we will not bother you, sirs!"
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Sept 11, 2013 11:40:39 GMT -5
The Doctor quickly stepped away from the Lord now that he was finally unconscious, but the Policeman was still determined to continue. He glared, outraged now that he could smell blood - this fight was proving to be brutal and he wished to end it before someone got injured badly enough to require a trip to the hospital. He waited until the last moment as the Copper came charging at him, then moved slightly to his right and swung the baton downward at the man's skull; failing that the Doctor would try to hit him at the base of his back once he charged past him, aiming for a painful blow at the coccyx.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 13:00:07 GMT -5
It was not always a fine thing to have such a graphic memory. In that short instant she had tried to pull Jackson Lake away, his wide eyed face loomed close, and all around him in the frame of her vision terrible, bloody brutality. Each man had his own style. The Doctor spun and danced, slipping past blows, lashing out with the accuracy of a striking snake in return. The Dark man from out of time seemed to be taking quite a beating, but the blows he landed had all the strength of a lumberjack hewing wood. Jackson Lake fought like a desperate child, and she feared terribly for him. However, someone had to take the old man. She tore away from the fight, wishing she'd never seen or heard it. Or smelled it. There was blood in the air.
Part way to the Tea Shop, the older gent seemed to rally a moment, gathering his wits and giving her welcome direction. Unfortunately, his wits just as quickly fled and the large man was falling to the ground.
"Oh no!" She shrieked.
She knew better than to try to check his fall, but she dashed and lunged to catch his head before it could strike the cobbles. They crumpled together, the voluptuous material of her dress thankfully padding her against the rough brick. The man's lips were gravely pale, eyes shut, but his chest still rocked with breathing.
"Wake up!" She slapped at his face a bit, then growled. "Wake up!"
The older man did not, and looked so helpless there, still a touch bloodied from the fight. She was silent a moment, her mouth soft open as she is stumped. A second later, she was drawing breath and shouting to others on the street.
"Help! Help me! Please someone!" It didn't take much. She didn't even have to shout very loud. And Ice man with his tongs holding the large dripping chunk over his leather clad shoulder. A blacksmith came over on the quick as well, brushing his hands and looking at her with worry. In less than a minute, they'd loaded her and the gent into a grubby but serviceable horse drawn cab. She looked back in hopes she could still see the Doctor, but they'd turned the corner before she'd sorted herself out.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 17:52:45 GMT -5
Watson stayed unconscious inside the cab with Ms. Sarah Jane. He needed treatment for his injuries, nothing too serious other than some rather large bruises, bumps, a black eye, and maybe a fractured rib.
The Sailor himself cried out in pain when Jack had dislocated his hip, falling to the ground and howling who knows how many obscenities associated with the period towards Jack.
The policeman fell with a nice blow to the back of his head, finally out cold, hurt, and exhausted from the fight with the Doctor.
As for the beggar, he fell when Jackson Lake's leg came to his groin, dropping the knife before he could make his cut on Lake's leg even worse than it already was. He struggled somewhat pathetically to try and regain his knife and stand back up, despite the throbbing pain between his legs.
"Right! I'll get you for that," he said as he tried to get back up. He reached for something in his jacket however. A small tin container of some sort. One would assume it was a box of smelling tobacco, but the contents were clearly a red crystaline powder of some other type when the lid was open. The beggar tried taking a rather large snort of the stuff, his cheeks becoming a deeper shade of red and his eyes a brighter golden glow. "RIGHT! DIEEE!" he lunged screeching at Jackson Lake again.
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Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Oct 13, 2013 20:24:34 GMT -5
Jack couldn't help grinning at the interesting variety of the curse words the fallen sailor flung at him as he scrabbled helplessly on the ground, totally incapacitated. Some of them were ones even the ex-Time Agent hadn't heard before, which was really saying something.
However, his moment of triumph was short-lived, because the fight wasn't over. Just behind him, the well-dressed gentleman had kneed the beggar in the groin, a savage blow which should have stopped him in his tracks. Instead, the ruffian pulled out what appeared to be a snuff box and took a large snort of the red crystalline powder inside. Whatever the stuff was, it seemed to infuse the beggar with renewed energy, because his eyes glowed an unnatural golden colour and his cheeks flushed even more scarlet than they had before. Without warning, he charged at the gentleman, screaming insanely.
"RIGHT! DIEEE!"
The gentleman had been injured in the beggar's earlier attack, a long gash on his leg bleeding profusely, and Jack had already gathered from his awkward fighting style that he wasn't accustomed to street brawling. Without hesitation, Jack went to his assistance, seizing the beggar by the back of his jacket and dragging him bodily away from his intended victim.
Then, in one smooth movement, he smashed the assailant head-first into the waiting brick wall.
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