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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Nov 30, 2014 18:48:05 GMT -5
The Time Lord was, for once, speechless. And angry that Jackson Lake was the one taking a beating when he was already injured. And also frustrated that they didn't have time to find out more about that powder before this new attack. Brute force didn't seem to phase the monster, but its anatomy still looked somewhat human, so he tried something different: he hoped the bullets would succeed in stopping it or at least slow it down, but if that wouldn't turn out to be the case then he would take off his jacket, run behind the monster and jump on his back to be able to wrap the jacket around its neck and squeeze with all his strength, specifically pressing on the carotid arteries. Even the biggest of the organisms needed oxygen to run, so the Doctor's hope was to keep the hold long enough to knock the behemoth out if all else failed.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2014 23:38:49 GMT -5
Hyde reared back from the bullets fired at his skull. They dropped to the ground, leaving a few bloody spots on his head where they pierced his skin and made contact with his hard skull. And now the Doctor was trying to go for his neck with the jacket.
As monstrous as Hyde was, he still had Dr. Jekyll's medical knowledge...and knew exactly what the Doctor was trying to accomplish. He thrashed about, trying to swing the Doctor off his back. If that didn't work...he'd try the alternative method: Falling backwards onto the street, hoping to crush the Doctor between his massive bulk and the pavement.
Hidden in the shadows, the Master pulled out a different device from his coat. It gave off a bright red light as he aimed it at the four incapacitated victims from earlier. Soon enough their bodies began to shrink in size, stopping to the point they were no different from what looked like children's 6 inch high dolls. Pocketing the Tissue Compression Eliminator away, the Master blended back into the shadows of the alleyway...And retreated for now. His job was done. If Hyde was a smart man, he'd soon realize the job was done and it was time to make an escape, and hopefully sneak back to the Pharmacy unnoticed.
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Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Jan 6, 2015 20:01:12 GMT -5
Jack lowered his gun and stared in incredulous dismay, as his well-aimed bullets had little to no effect on the ravening monster that was attacking them. The thing had to have a skull made out of iron! Jackson Lake was crumpled against a wall across the street, flung there by a powerful sweep of the monster's arm. He wasn't moving, and Jack wasn't able to tell at this distance whether he was dead or alive.
Temporarily distracted by the hail of gunfire, the behemoth glared around in rage and confusion, giving the Doctor the chance to leap on to its back, his jacket wrapped tightly around its thick, meaty throat. Instantly, it began to hurl itself about like a maniac, doggedly determined to dislodge the clinging Time Lord.
Desperately, knowing he had to help somehow, Jack looked around for a new weapon. But the sad fact was, if bullets couldn't affect the creature, there was little to be found on a Victorian-era streetscape that possibly could. Meanwhile, in a surprisingly cunning move for such a lumbering creature, the monster was attempting to throw itself backwards on to the pavement, aiming to crush the Doctor with its superior weight.
And that was when Jack's eyes fell on something that just might work. A steaming pile of fresh manure, so common to this era, lying in the middle of the road. Brute force was proving ineffective – but there was more than one way to skin a cat. And more than one way to save a friend.
Leaping forward, he scooped up two generous handfuls of the brown, stinking mush...and hurled it with all his might, directly into the unprotected eyes of Mr Hyde.
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Post by Valeyard on Jan 17, 2015 22:12:58 GMT -5
Even with his vision still in double, Jackson Lake couldn't fail to notice the beam of crimson light which issued from the mouth of the alleyway into which the dark figure had ducked.
Horrified, he watched as the beam illuminated each of the prone bodies of the four men who lay nearby, and they began to...to shrink, to...compress...undoubtedly a lethal process, he vaguely registered, as if their tissue was being compressed to eliminate them...
He set his hands to the pavement to try and push himself forwards and up - he had to put a stop to this abomination, he had to save those men, whatever they had done to him.
"...it's a calling card..."
Echoes of memory swirled in his head; the sky swirled overhead...
"...best enemy..."
"...you could say we went to school together..."
...but before he could make sense of any of it, dizziness swamped him, and he slumped back against the wall, unconscious.
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((OOC: Out cold now, so I'll probably be out for the next turn. I'll keep an eye on it, though, and drop in a note if I think it's about time to wake up!))
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Jan 31, 2015 18:02:15 GMT -5
The Doctor was riding one of the wildest rodeos of his life, so he only registered the red flash of light but not its effect, yet. He was holding on as best as he could, squeezing with all his might, up until the moment he felt the behemoth fall back: he let go of the jacket and dove to the side, narrowly escaping being crushed. As he got back to his feet he caught a whiff of stench being hurled by Jack. He would have snickered if the fight wasn't so brutal, so he threw a thumbs up to the man and hoped the manure hit its target as he ran again towards the huge monster and aimed at its shoulder, attempting an exaggerated version of the Venusian nerve pinch. The monster seemed to have reacted like a standard humanoid to the choke hold, so hopefully the nerve cluster would be in the same spot and ensure loss of consciousness at best, or at least buy them some time to come up with something more effective.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2015 20:13:52 GMT -5
Mrs. Hudson was much more pliant to her explorations once she began to use the ruse of cleaning. Well, she actually did have to clean, a little dusting combined with an almost obsessive lining up of objects. Clearly, Sherlock and Watson were men as into bits and gadgets as the Doctor, and the only way the housekeeper could handle it was to line up every little bit neatly.
It had taken only that and appreciation for those very rustic cookies, and she was in a gold mine for the curious. Whenever Mrs. Hudson got nervous, Sarah Jane ate another cookie.
In the back of her mind, she began to worry over the Doctor. In a few more minutes, she would go looking.
"Do you have any idea what sort of trouble Mr.Holmes and Dr.Watson were getting into that might have lead to all this?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 21:00:57 GMT -5
Mrs. Hudson looked at Sarah Jane surprised. "I'm sorry dear...haven't you heard? Mr. Holmes passed away six months ago dealing with a vicious man...A Professor Moriarty, I believe his name was."
She added another log to the fire. "Dr. Watson...I believe he was helping the police to bring down the rest of Professor Moriarty's criminal organization. The exact details I'm afraid I do not have any knowledge of."
Mrs. Hudson examined Sarah Jane for a moment. "Where are you from? Your clothing doesn't look like anything I've seen before."
Mr. Hyde had the manure land straight in his eyes and face. Not only that, Mr. Hyde roared in pain as some of the manure seeped into his bullet wounds. The burning was intense, if not also embarrassing. The overpowering scent wasn't helping either. Then he felt something...Jekyll's medical knowledge helped him understand exactly what was going on: Someone was pinching a nerve cluster. His left side was starting to go limp, for already his left arm was becoming useless. He swung his other arm at the Doctor, swinging his body as well in an attempt to throw or knock the Doctor off him. He proceeded to attempt to run down the street and get away, his left leg also beginning to go limp and making running much more difficult for him.
The Master grunted to himself as he watched Hyde flee the scene. Well, he had disposed of the former lackeys, and left them all as a message for the Doctor. He retreated further into the shadows, and began to take an alternate route back to the pharmacy.
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Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Feb 21, 2015 5:24:03 GMT -5
Jack's ploy with the manure succeeded even better than he had hoped. The monster visibly faltered, bellowing insanely in pain, like a wounded bull. Making the most of the opening in the creature's defences, the Doctor hurled himself forward to grasp its arm in some kind of martial arts move. It began to swing back and forth, endeavouring to shake the Time Lord loose. But instead of attacking further, it now only seemed interested in trying to escape.
Seeing the Doctor had the situation under control, at least temporarily, Jack ran across the street to where Jackson Lake's limp body lay. To his relief, the other man was not dead. His pulse was weak, but regular, although he appeared to have a nasty head wound, to go along with his earlier injury.
That was when Jack's gaze fell upon the bodies of the thugs they had been originally fighting, and he found himself staring in stunned disbelief. Instead of four fully-grown men, he was now looking at four miniature figures, perfect replicas in every way, but as tiny and lifeless as dolls.
“What the hell?”
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Feb 28, 2015 18:47:05 GMT -5
The thrashing of the behemoth had the intended effect to shake the Doctor off him: the Time Lord landed hard on the pavement and by the time he turned to look whether he was going to be stomped on or worse the monster was fleeing the scene. The Doctor gingerly stood, brushed himself off and made his way to Jack and the unconscious Jackson; he raised an eyebrow at Jack's outburst at first, then he saw the doll-like bodies and muttered a couple of profanities before crouching next to them:
"This, my friend, is the work of the Master, unless he sold his TCE patent to someone in this century. I should have known it was him behind this; he made sure we couldn't learn anything from these men, damn him."
He took his jacket, wrapped the tiny bodies in it and made a bundle of it all, then gestured toward Jackson:
"Come, let's bring him to the 221B and tend to that wound, then we shall see if we can learn something more from these poor souls with the help of Holmes' lab equipment."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2015 1:47:56 GMT -5
At Ms. Hudson's question, she made a bit of a pained sound deep in her throat behind closed lips.she hoped that an answer would pop out her mouth in the next 2 seconds, but it did not. Instead she repeated that low, short, agonized sound.it took until the 3rd attempt before a smile found its way onto her face, and words to her lips.
"South Africa."
When she had donned this dress in the TARDIS wardrobe it had seemed to her to be close enough, but a second look at Mrs Hudson made it clear thatshe had overshot the decade by to much. the only explanation was that travel broadened the mind, and the fashion sense.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2015 10:53:06 GMT -5
"I see," Ms. Hudson replied slowly. Huh, so that's what's fashionable in the colonies these days is it? Well no matter. She walked into the kitchen to get a fresh damp rag ready and placed the rag over Dr. Watson's forehead.
"I believe your compatriots should be arriving back here any minute. I'll get some tea ready for them. Would you mind keeping an eye on Dr. Watson while I do so?"
She'd wait for Sarah Jane's response before turning to go back to the kitchen and put the kettle on the stove. If Sarah Jane is okay with watching him, it would make her job of preparing the tea much easier. Otherwise she would have to go back and forth between the kitchen and the den to check on Watson before continuing to get the tea ready. While making the tea and getting the tea set ready, she would also make a few simple sandwiches with a little bit of cold slices of roast beef and some cheese.
Back at the Pharmacy, the Master waited patiently for Dr. Jekyll to return, now in rags and wrapping a few bandages over his wounds. "Who were they?"
"That, my dear fellow, is a long time rival of mine known as The Doctor. Most of his companions I must say I'm not quite familiar with, however."
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Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Mar 22, 2015 20:02:13 GMT -5
As Jack stared in disbelief at the miniaturised corpses, the Doctor reappeared at his elbow. In the background, the monster that had attacked them seemed to have vanished into thin air.
The Time Lord's face was grim, but not surprised, despite the curse words he muttered under his breath.
"This, my friend, is the work of the Master, unless he sold his TCE patent to someone in this century. I should have known it was him behind this; he made sure we couldn't learn anything from these men, damn him."
Jack scowled. The Master? He had never heard the name before. He had no idea how much in the future he would wish it had stayed that way.
“So, who is this guy, Doc? You sound like you know him pretty well. And what exactly is a TCE?”
But the Doctor was already removing his velvet jacket and scooping up the grisly, doll-like remains of the four men into it, before nodding towards the unconscious body of Jackson Lake.
"Come, let's bring him to the 221B and tend to that wound, then we shall see if we can learn something more from these poor souls with the help of Holmes' lab equipment."
Jack could only assume his friend would explain further when they reached their destination. And while their four erstwhile assailants were beyond medical help, he knew Jackson Lake needed attention as soon as possible.
Leaning down, he lifted the injured man into his arms and followed the Doctor up the street.
Despite all the drama of the previous hour, and the fact that he was very far from home, he couldn't help the grin that quirked his lips.
If Sherlock Holmes truly did exist... and they were going to his home...
Well, at the very least, Jack's day wasn't going to be boring.
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Apr 30, 2015 19:25:23 GMT -5
"I've known the Master for a very long time - he's as smart as he is deceitful, always scheming to take over this or that planet, although most of the time it's this particular one. It looks like this time he enlisted a scientist, or maybe a chemist, to help him... No idea where he found that monster, yet. The TCE is a device of his own invention, it compresses its target's tissues until death occurs."
The Doctor rapped on the door of 221B and as soon as it opened he hid the jacket behind his back, hiding it from sight as he entered:
"Mrs Hudson, unfortunately I have one more patient; where can we tend to his wounds? Also, it's very important that I run a few experiments: is Mr. Holmes' laboratory available? Or at least his equipment? If not, I'll have to ask to borrow Dr. Watson's medical bag and his study. I wouldn't ask of either if it wasn't crucial to find clues as to what happened to our good doctor as well."
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2015 21:06:44 GMT -5
Dr. Watson was less interesting right now than the home of Sherlock Holmes, but as soon as she returned to him she felt guilty for having left him in the first place. Though he still slept as heavily as when the Doctor had settled him, his face was pale and pastey and a cut on his lip had split and bled with his soft, pitiful snores.
Looking over her shoulder with a moments awkward remorse, she quickly mopped the legendary man up with some spit and a hanky.
She was holding his hand when the eventual knock came, and Mrs. Hudson beat her to the door. It had taken Sarah Jane a moment to extricate herself.
There was the Doctor looking tall and stripped to his still-white shirt sleeves. He seemed fine, but she knew it must have been quite a fight if he'd had to remove his coat. His coat was bundled ever so carefully in his arms, with more tenderness than even she expected, and she realized there must be something heavy bundled inside. She told him with a sharp nod that she was fine as his eyes asked.
Then her attention was immediately caught by the figures coming in behind him. It was the tall, dark haired stranger, splatterd with what she thought of as blast face. Clearly there had been blood to dirty his face, and he had fired multiple gunshots, the back blast leaving an almost clean spot in the middle of his face and grit on the rest. His face was deathly serios; offended, in some primal way, and she saw why.
The dark stranger from out of time was cradling the limp Jackson Lake in his arms as though one might a sleeping child.
Jackson Lake was not sleeping. The earnest man who had fought with ten times more bravery than he had skill had taken a painful amount of damage all in the effort to save an old man that he didn't even know. They were always the first to go down. She'd seen it before on the battlefield. Mr.Lake's face looked even more vulnerable with the terrible scratches on it, and one care plaster that he was lucky to have over his cheekbone, and not over his eye.
Blood was trickling off his fingers and on to the rug.
"Is he dead?!" She met the strangers eyes, and shared a look of dour accord. Those creeepy, clowns ruffians were going to be stopped.
She she turned to Mrs.Hudson's sharp command, and ran up the stairs to catch up with the Doctor in the lab. She cleared a few things to make way for the unconscious Mr.Lake on a table. She looked to the man who carried him.
"What happened back there, are you alright?"
Tall. Dark. Handsome. Oh, stop, Sarah Jane.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 16:22:24 GMT -5
Mrs. Hudson shook her head at the blood dripping on her floor. It was going to take a few hours to get that scrubbed out.
"Mr. Holmes's lab is upstairs," she said calmly. "There is some tea and sandwiches on the table in the living room next to Dr. Watson if you get hungry. I am afraid there are a shortages of beds however, so if you wish to stay here you may sleep on the floor. The young lady may have Mr. Holmes's bedroom."
She proceeded to start cleaning the blood out of the carpet next.
Upstairs, the Lab of Sherlock Holmes looked remarkably clean for a man who's been dead for some time. Almost as if someone still used it. Anyone familiar with the literature of Sherlock Holmes would know that Sherlock wasn't truly dead, but merely hiding from everyone for the few years between his last encounter with Moriarty and reuniting with Dr. Watson. The reason for this being simply because Holmes was continuing to disband Moriarty's criminal empire.
"Companions?" Jekyll asked. "So he's a travelling Doctor of some sort?"
"Yes," the Master answered calmly, going to adjust one of his instruments. "He is a traveler through space and time, much like myself. I must admit I was not expecting him to come here."
"Is he a threat?"
"Yes, he can be," the Master answered calmly. "But not to worry Dr. Jekyll. With my intelligence and Mr. Hyde's power, he will be no match for us together. For now, we must wait and see what his next move shall be."
A knock at the door. The Master opened it, and saw a little messenger boy.
"Yes, what is it Billy?" the Master asked. Billy was a messenger and servant boy to the noble Lord the Doctor was facing not too long ago.
"Sir, I found out where those people were heading. They went to 221B Baker street."
The Master rubbed his goatee'd chin in thought. The former residence of Sherlock Holmes. Of course Watson would take them there.
"Good work Billy," the Master said as he produced a few coins from his pocket and handed them to the boy. "Please return here at noon tomorrow. I will have another assignment for you."
"Yes sir," Billy said nodding, before leaving the pharmacy.
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