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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2014 23:11:53 GMT -5
Jackson looked at the fellow who handed him his cane and thought for a moment, "I am indeed able to walk Doctor," he said simply as he looked at the men then to Jack as he looked like he was thinking. "I take it from your attire, that you are, as I am out of place within time," he asked him as he turned and heard the Doctor and looked at the men, "These men, shouldn't we notify the authorities about them?" he asked then looked an saw the Doctor walking with a boy.
Turning, he heard the other gentleman talk, Jack was his name. "I am sorry sir, but i have seen your face before," he states simply as he walks over to him. "Jack i think," he adds as he looks at him. Thinking, "I believe it is something that causes the body to increase the amount of endorphin's and causes them to go mad," he says to Jack and he smiles, "Amazing, I still have some knowledge as to things like this." he states with a smile. as he looks down at the man Jack is near.
"I am not one for these fights, like the Doctor. But I do need his help in getting home," he thought as he stood there waiting for Jack's response.
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Jan 11, 2014 0:14:16 GMT -5
"Doctor! We're in here!" She said, grinning broadly in anticipation. When her friend came into the room they were in she turned and caught his eyes, all the thrill still in hers. She looked back to Dr.Watson, patting his arm reassuringly. "This is my friend, the Doctor, that I said would come. Doctor, may I present Dr.Watson?" An instant later her thrill was dimmed just a bit. "He's hurt." As soon as he heard Sarah's voice the Doctor backtracked to the right room and smiled: "Sarah, thank goodness you're safe." He patted her shoulder, then gave it a squeeze: "You did a good job of carrying him to safety too. Now let's see what we can do." "Doctor? Are you a medical man sir?" Watson tried to get up, but instantly lied back down, grunting a bit. "I'd shake your hand sir, but you'll forgive me with my current condition." "But of course. It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Watson, although I'm sure we both wish the circumstances were different. Let's assess the damage, shall we." The Time Lord shook his hand, then started checking Watson, cataloging the injuries; he frowned at the brutality of the attack, which fortunately didn't leave grave or permanent wounds, but still was an awful lot of manpower for just one aging human. This couldn't be a coincidence. He glanced briefly at Sarah to see if the thought the same, then turned to the good doctor: "Tell me, have you ever seen those men before tonight, or others with the same peculiar complexion? Did they ask you anything before attacking you, or said anything to each other?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 0:04:08 GMT -5
As far as she was concerned, the Doctor could set things to right in a room just by entering it. It always felt like he owned every room he was in, though in a protective way rather than proprietary.
She couldn't think of a better place to be than in Sherlock Holmes house with the Doctor inside as well. Dr.Watson's state was a worry, but less so now that her competent friend was lending a depth of knowledge and a gentle hand.
"Well, I'm glad you're alright! That was quite a row!"
It was a private joy of hers, just how much comfort she received just from his hand on her shoulder. And a good thing too, considering a day with the Doctor wasn't usually your standard day in the park.
Mrs. Hudson seemed a bit nervous at the sheer size of the Doctor in her carefully sorted little home. She gave her a reassuring smile. That usually worked. Sarah Jane started hauling her own skirts out from under her and did her best to get to her feet without tripping over her own clothing.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2014 18:29:05 GMT -5
"Tell me, have you ever seen those men before tonight, or others with the same peculiar complexion? Did they ask you anything before attacking you, or said anything to each other?"
"No, they didn't ask me anything," Dr. Watson heaved with some difficulty. "I've not seen any of those men before, except for the constable on these streets. As for the lord, I believe I've seen him as a regular at the theater but...No I didn't know any of them personally. In fact, I think that constable was a rather new young man added to these streets. Started a few weeks ago, just before this whole red opium balderdash has been going around. I'm sure you've seen plenty of patients suffering from the stuff."
He coughed again, somewhat weary and weak. "But perhaps, good sir, we can continue this...tomorrow morning. When I've had a chance to...rest..."
He was already drifting off to sleep by now, too tired from tonights' events. That and it was getting rather late as it was.
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Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Jul 13, 2014 17:41:29 GMT -5
"I take it from your attire, that you are, as I am out of place within time," Jackson Lake commented. Jack had spent too much of his life keeping secrets in one form or another. Now it was his nature to be enigmatic, and he rarely gave a straight answer to any question about himself, especially when asked by a stranger. So instead of replying, he smoothly brushed the query aside with an airy aside. “This coat's a classic. Out of time, maybe, but never out of place.”
However, as he went to work analysing the evidence, his companion limped over to him and added something even more puzzling. "I am sorry sir, but I have seen your face before."Jack swung his gaze up and studied him carefully. “Is that right?” He had been many places and in many times during his tenure as a Time Agent, and later when he was jaunting around the universe. He'd actually lived through the Victorian era while waiting for the Doctor to return to Earth. He'd even been part of a travelling circus during that time. He supposed it was possible he had come across Jackson Lake before, even though his appearance didn't ring any immediate bells. “I hate to admit it, but I don't remember you.” He gave the other man a charming grin. “I must be slipping. Usually, I never forget a good-looking face.”
Returning to the sailor, he touched a forefinger to the man's upper lip, where a residue of the red powder still clung. Angling his hand towards the early morning sunshine, he inspected the scarlet crystals closely. “What the hell is this stuff anyway?” "Jack, I think..." Jackson spoke up hesitantly. “I believe it is something that causes the body to increase the amount of endorphins and causes them to go mad.” He gave a dazed sort of smile. "Amazing, I still have some knowledge as to things like this."
Gingerly, Jack dusted his hands off in a rapid motion, in case the stuff was able to be absorbed through the skin. “If you're right, then it's far too technologically advanced to belong in this era. Which means someone brought it here for a reason. And given what I've seen so far, that reason isn't likely to be good,” he said grimly. “I need to talk to the Doctor about this.”
"I am not one for these fights, like the Doctor,” Jackson said, his tone slightly wistful. “But I do need his help in getting home.”Jack patted his arm reassuringly. “If I know the Doctor, he'll be only too pleased to help you out.” But even as he spoke, his eyes wandered back to the unconscious sailor, a frown creasing his brow. “Just as soon as we sort out whatever's going on here.”
[OOC: Okay then guys, I will skype Aietra and ask if she would like to NPC Jackson in this thread ]
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Post by Valeyard on Jul 16, 2014 0:30:09 GMT -5
"Just as soon as we sort out whatever's going on here..."
The last instance upon which Jackson Lake had been involved in an investigation of such strange and otherworldly happenings as these had been long ago, by current reckoning, if not so far away. O, what a fool he had been, he still berated himself at times, when a night-time fancy took hold of him and he found his thoughts, unbidden, turning to the stars, great celestial bodies which he had but snatches of names for, and monsters - monsters which he could almost envision but never believe had perished by his own hand.
These days - these days! The very concept was folly, given the circumstance - he considered himself in convalescence from the fugue state in which he had wandered for near a month. The fragments of that life from the Cybermen's infostamp came fewer and fewer, giving young Rosita less cause to ask after his wellbeing.
But one peculiarity had remained with the once-unassuming teacher of mathematics - brought forth from his very own ego by the confidence wielded by any man behind a masque. So it was that he had found himself rushing to the aid of the older gentleman, and so it was that he clapped his hand over the arm of Captain Harkness, in a gesture of staunch camaraderie, where the other man patted his arm.
"Let's secure these scoundrels before they regain their senses enough to take another swing at us or some other poor fellow," he declared, gesturing towards the fallen brawlers. "We shall be able to effect an escape quickly enough if any undue attention has been drawn here; otherwise, perhaps we might glean some further information from them."
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Jul 30, 2014 8:58:01 GMT -5
The Doctor nodded:
"Yes, of course. Rest well, you'll need all your strength tomorrow."
As soon as Watson was asleep he turned towards Sarah Jane:
"My dear, I hate to dash but I need to continue to investigate. I left those two chaps with the attackers, I have to go back and see if we can get any answers from them. You are welcome to stay here and watch over Doctor Watson or you can come with me... it's up to you."
He smiled at her, then patted her shoulder and went for the door:
"But decide rather quickly, we can't afford to have those men recover from our, uhm, 'discussion' and attack again. Mrs Hudson, pleasure to meet you, we'll be back in a few hours, hopefully with more answers!"
And with that he was on the foggy streets of London again, going back to where he left Jack and Mr Lake hoping to find them still there. Luckily they were, apparently examining the mysterious foes - the Doctor approached them and took a moment to circle the group of unconscious men before speaking:
"Well then, gentlemen, have you found anything interesting about them? Let's see if we can get some more information out of these thugs without anyone else getting hurt."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 0:47:20 GMT -5
Had the Doctor hypnotized Dr.Watson to sleep? She'd seen him do it a dozen times, and been on the receiving end more than once. Observing from the sidelines there was a certain beauty and compassion present that she tended to forget when she was waking up from one of his induced states of fugue. Now it was a relief to witness the pain leave the man's face and form.
"You go find them Doctor, I'll stay here and see what I can find out." She gave him a reassuring smile.
I'll see how much poking about this Mrs.Hudson will allow.
And just maybe Sherlock would be coming. She wouldn't miss that for the world.
Two minutes later, she was eating the woman's cookies (a little rough, but moist and tasty) and trying to get her to see that the two of them had very much in common. She was absolutely certain she could get the woman to open up to her. Dr.Watson snored quite firmly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2014 12:14:45 GMT -5
Around the nearby corner, two men hid in the shadows. One was the timid Dr. Jekyll. The other was his new benefactor.
"Dr. Jekyll. I'm afraid we will need to call upon Mr. Hyde's services."
"H-H-Hyde?!" Jekyll asked, his face paling. "B-b-but-"
"We need to dispose of those four quickly. I will need you to act as a distraction. I'm sure you can understand."
"Y-...Yes...Of course. And...You promise I will return to being-"
"Yes yes, you will be Jekyll again by the morning," the Master replied, a hint of impatient irritation in his voice. He pulled out his injector gun, pressed it to Jekyll's arm, and squeezed the trigger. Soon Jekyll was filled with a modified version of his original formula, one which the Master had personally altered. Soon Jekyll began growing larger. His clothes began to rip and stretch from the enlarging muscles and physical form. It was not the small ugly man that had terrorized London many years ago. This Mr. Hyde was bigger. Stronger. Even more hideous.
"Take care of them," the Master commanded, as he began moving to a new hiding spot.
Hyde looked at the three men before him. One who wore clothing clearly out of style, one was wearing an outfit he had never seen, and last was the Doctor. He roared, then charged at the three men, huge arms outstretched as the now 9 foot large muscular...Monster began charging at them.
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Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Aug 22, 2014 18:52:23 GMT -5
Jackson Lake seemed somewhat reassured by Jack's words, at least enough to clap his hand over the Torchwood commander's arm.
"Let's secure these scoundrels before they regain their senses enough to take another swing at us or some other poor fellow," he declared, gesturing towards the fallen brawlers. "We shall be able to effect an escape quickly enough if any undue attention has been drawn here; otherwise, perhaps we might glean some further information from them."
Jack nodded. “First problem is going to be finding something to tie them up with. We'll need something durable. Whatever this stuff is, it's given these guys an unnatural level of strength and we don't want them breaking free. Then we'll need to bring them round and see if we can persuade them to talk.”
Back in his Time Agency days, Jack had been very skilled in interrogation techniques. He'd had little use for them since going rogue, apart from the odd recalcitrant alien that turned up through the Rift. But some things were like riding a bike – you never forgot. He might be rusty, but with a little bit of effort, he was sure he could have these men singing like canaries in no time. Besides, he owed that sailor for smashing him into a wall.
At that moment, the Doctor chose to reappear again. "Well then, gentlemen, have you found anything interesting about them? Let's see if we can get some more information out of these thugs without anyone else getting hurt."
Jack eyed the tall, silver-haired man warily. The two versions of the Doctor he already knew would most likely not approve of his particular form of interrogation. Both of them had openly deplored what they saw as unnecessary violence. It was one thing Jack and the Doctor had never seen eye to eye about – exactly when violence was necessary and when it was not. He wondered whether this version of the Time Lord would have the same scruples.
But before he could find out, there was a deafening roar behind him and the cobblestones shook beneath his feet. Whirling, he saw a giant bearing down on them, his vast feet slamming into the ground as he ran. The thing was nine foot high and built like a tank, with muscles bulging out of the torn rags that clung to its body. Its face was twisted and ugly, with a broad brow, small glaring eyes and hair sprouting from its cheeks and chin at odd angles.
Almost without volition, Jack found himself shifting back into a fighting stance.
“Oh, this isn't going to be good,” he muttered to the other two men. “This isn't going to be good at all.”
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Post by Valeyard on Sept 1, 2014 9:11:24 GMT -5
"First problem is going to be finding something to tie them up with. We'll need something durable. Whatever this stuff is, it's given these guys an unnatural level of strength and we don't want them breaking free. Then we'll need to bring them round and see if we can persuade them to talk."
"There will be a hitching post somewhere about these street corners," Jackson replied. "With any luck, somebody will have kindly left us a length of rope strong enough to secure a horse." That, he reasoned, would surely be sufficient to fashion restraints even for these four with their ungodly strength.
Scarcely had he taken a step forwards, though, when the steady ringing of brisk footsteps reached his ears, and the tall form of the Doctor strode towards them through the smog-stained lamplight. He made quick work of a cursory examination of the unconscious men, and when he spoke, his tone was businesslike but calm.
"Well then, gentlemen, have you found anything interesting about them? Let's see if we can get some more information out of these thugs without anyone else getting hurt."
A moment's pause was time enough for Jackson to consider the words and shake himself free of the déjà-vu which passed across his mind like a midday cloud. He knew the sentiment behind the words - the sourcing of information was to be entirely without violence.
However, it seemed that the sentiment was to be in vain for this meeting. A tremor in the cobblestoned street beneath his feet, and a thunderous bellow like an enraged bull - or a wounded Krafayis - caused him to turn, unsteady momentarily on his injured leg.
The sight which met his eyes inspired within him such paralyzing terror that for a suspended moment, the man was rooted to the spot. The monster - for there was no other word for what he beheld - came charging towards them, seemingly unstoppable, intent clearly only on the three men.
Jackson's instinctive backing away, born of self-preservation, was short-lived. He could not outrun this beast, that much was certain. Leaning his weight upon his uninjured leg, and balancing gingerly on the injured one, he hefted the cane that the Doctor had given him in one hand. Then, the instant the monster came within striking distance, he lunged forwards, swinging the cane by its distal end and allowing the momentum of the heavy silver pommel to carry itself in an arc towards the monster's temple.
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Oct 1, 2014 9:46:49 GMT -5
Before either man could answer the Doctor the ground shook under the sheer force of the huge monster charging after them; the Time Lord cast a worried glance as Jackson Lake attacked their assailant in his already injured state, then turned around to look for something he could use before while addressing Jack:
"Captain, if you have any gun on your person, now's the time to use it!"
He spotted a manhole cover, ran to it and lifted it, then threw it aiming at the monster's ankles to try and make him fall or at least lose balance; his mind kept racing, trying to find a way to stop this behemoth before he could cause serious damage to bystanders.
"We need to lure him away from here!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2014 21:59:49 GMT -5
The silver pomell hit Hyde's head, but the cane began to splinter as Hyde stopped and took that hit. The manhole cover hit one of his large ankles and he buckled slightly. Hyde gave a roar of pain and swung one of his large arms at Jackson lake to send him towards the nearest building or lamppost.
Meanwhile the Master was already moving. He pulled out his laser gun, and fired it at two of the nearest lampposts on the street, to cover one section of the street in darkness as he ran across to another alleyway. He peered out to check on the progress of Hyde's duel with the Doctor and his allies. He'll serve as an excellent distraction as he gets rid of the current witnesses. No loose ends. Not this time.
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Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Nov 7, 2014 17:46:05 GMT -5
"Captain, if you have any gun on your person, now's the time to use it!"
Jack didn't need telling twice. All concern over possible damage to the causal nexus disappeared from his mind as he saw the monster bearing down on them, and without a second thought, he pulled out his Webley and aimed it squarely at the creature's head.
The Doctor was already hurling a manhole cover at it, while Jackson Lake attacked it with his cane. Unfortunately, their efforts only seemed to enrage Hyde more. It roared and struck out at Jackson, its powerful, obscenely-muscled arm swinging in a deadly arc.
Left without any choice, Jack coldly pulled the trigger again and again, expertly emptying his gun into the monster's face, in a desperate attempt to save Jackson's life.
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Post by Valeyard on Nov 26, 2014 7:14:56 GMT -5
Jackson's hearts - heart - seized momentarily in his chest as he felt the shaft of the cane splinter in his hand.
Impossible...the rational mathematician within him protested. What kind of creature on God's Earth possesses a skull impervious to solid silver?
But, none, the otherworldly phantom second heart of the mathematician knew, because what faced them now was no phenomenon of God's Earth, any more than that powder that had given those four men their supernatural strength. Supernatural strength...the similarity, the connection, did not escape him.
All of this and more raced through Jackson Lake's brain and then fled him in terror as the monster lumbered towards him. The shattered cane fell from his hand, and he stumbled back on his injured leg, which nearly gave way beneath him. As though in slow motion, he watched the creature's muscular arm lift and arc towards him.
Moments before it made contact, a hail of bullets exploded at the corner of his vision: Captain Jack Harkness, staunchly defending him to the hilt, as ever. Perhaps it distracted the monster for an instant, perhaps it caused the strike to falter before it could reach lethal momentum; Jackson lake hadn't time to ponder it, as he was caught full across the chest and flung across the street with a force that knocked the breath from his lungs.
He struck the side of a building hard, cracking his head back against the bricks. Dazed, his eyes followed the dancing of the two nearest lamplights overhead, which flared in synchrony with the ringing in his ears and then blinked out one by one.
But it was not insensibility that had taken him and cast him into blackness. Footsteps were approaching, scuffing across the cobblestones from out of an alleyway...a figure, shrouded in shadow, but Jackson thought numbly, with a vaguely familiar air to it that he couldn't quite place...and then into another alleyway and gone.
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