NLoT: Through the Fire and the Flames

[Amelia Pond]

[OOC: Iris is going to wait for Flynn, unless he passes, and then I'll have the gloppy monsters get her in my next post. *HUGS*]

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((OOC: Sorry! >.< Um, let's just say Flynn is staring woefully at his broken hand.))

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The creatures were still teleporting in, as Omega watched from the safety of the lab he was in, cackling. He could sense something though... something about Razz. Good old Razz. He'd better get some answers from that, he'd better! Omega leaned back and ordered the anti-matter creatures to move on ahead, and teleport in the way of the TARDIS. He wasn't going to let them escape!

"Get them! GET THEM ALL!" Omega hollered. The Anti-Matter monsters, despite their sturdy nature, were still relatively slow paced, either way, they still had great range with their fireball-like attacks. Getting close to any, the Gallifreyans would find out that they would have been scratched and clawed by them... somehow. AFter all, Flynn couldn't have easily gotten a few lucky punch son theme without that happening, or how he was being surrounded by them in a way that could be considered dreadful.

Where were those claws coming from?! Only Omega knew.

"Close in on them, and then transport them in! Don't forget about that machine!" He then yelled out. They were closing in on them now, despite their slow nature.

[Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow]

(OOC: Flynn? Maybe, instead of just staring woefully at your broken hand, you could react to the way the creature is absorbing you?)

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OoC: Updated my post. Flynn, now you got something to reply to. Hyperfocusing on a broken hand while creatures are surrounding you is a silly thing, so here's at least something to go for in a reply.

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(This is going to be painfully short.)

Flynn snapped back to reality, struggling against the creature.

"Get off me you- you... What are you? What even are you?!"

[Iris Wildthyme]

Iris attempted to run the sludgy monster through with her borrowed sword, thinking that she must have looked very cool - like an action movie star - and was very pleased with her form; however, despite how cool - or not so cool - Iris may have looked, her attack had been very ineffective...

Yes, the sword seemed to poke a hole through the gelatinous beastie, but then the hole through its middle began to fill back in... and it seemed to be extending its slimy self down the length of the sword...

Iris looked at what was happening with horror on her face, and she hastily dropped the sword, which then became entirely consumed by the monster and was visible floating around inside of it. The Time Lady spun around and started to run for her TARDIS, because she knew this was a foe that she could not beat.

However, Iris was only able to run for a few feet before she felt its slimy grip on her ankle, causing her to trip and fall face first to the ground. With a loud "Oomph!", Iris fell and was quickly overcome by the creature - she soon found herself inside of it, along with Ramachulainn's sword, and no amount of pounding on its insides or screaming to be let go did her any good.

[Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow]

Ramachulainn stared in stunned horror as, one after the other, they were all consumed by the creatures. Flynn. Iris. Even...

For a moment he lost himself - forgot the discipline of the Academy - when the Phoenix was engulfed. He was shouting her name, a dozen steps down the slope, when he forced himself to stop. To think. To be a man, not an animal.

Fact: He could still see them all, faintly, struggling within the gelid bodies of their captors. They were still alive, which meant they could be helped.

Fact: One of them had survived a ray that would have drilled through a ten meter block of titanium. And it was still unharmed.

Fact: There were a half-dozen of the creatures converging on him.

He holstered his useless stazer and began a loping jog towards the distant, smoking hulk of Flynn's TARDIS. If it was operational, and if he could reach it, and if he could seal the door fast enough, and if it would allow him to control it, maybe he could figure out what these clot-creatures.

It was a bad plan. Any plan that contained four "if's" in a single sentence was a terrible plan. But it was all he had to work with.

And then, a loose stone turned underfoot. With a gasp and a cry he crashed to the ground, tumbling and rolling down the slope, unable to stop. The gelid things closed in.

Dazed, battered and winded, he seized the first thing that came to hand.

A rock.

"C'mon, then," he snarled, throwing the rock at the nearest creature. "Have a go. If you think you're hard enough."

It was over quickly.

(OOC: And I think it's time for Omega to haul us off somewhere.)

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OoC: Late, sorry. :c Short too. I've been running dry lately on inspiration.

Ic: Omega laughed as the creatures he had created finally overwhelmed the ground, and a couple of them approached the TARDISes before transferring them and the Time Lords and Ladies right at the base of his living quarters... thought it looked more like a simple little bunker that he could hide in.

"Well well well... look what I have caught this time." Omega grinned, though impossible to see behind his mask.

"Welcome."

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Less than amused, and more irritated than anything else. Phoenix found herself along side her decapitated arm, well at least the one that she had originally regenerated with. If that was a reason to be angry, course Phoenix had a hair-trigger temper as it was, something probably inherited from her father and Lord Rassilon. Reason dictated that Phoenix should have been careful and not insert her mouth into a perilous situation, as it was it probably wasn't wise to say anything at all. However, Phoenix being who she was stood up with as much bearing and forthrightness as she had, undaunted and unafraid.

After all Phoenix had been born without fear, she stepped into her existence with fire in her hearts and a desire to bring death to all who were enemies to Lord Rassilon, Gallifrey and Time Lords.

She grabbed up her severed limb which held her sword, the brightness of her eyes showed vengeance, "How dare you do this to me and my fellow Time Lords. I am not a plaything to be toyed with."

[Iris Wildthyme]

Iris dusted herself off and stood up, looking their captor up and down, trying to size him up.

"How dare you do this to me and my fellow Time Lords. I am not a plaything to be toyed with."

Iris nodded. "She's quite right, you know. Actually, no one deserves to have those jelly-things sicced on them, Time Lord or not," she huffed. "Seriously... If you wanted to talk, it would have been much more preferred if you just came to us yourself - I believe we are quite rational folks, you know," Iris claimed, though... In truth, she could only speak for herself. Iris had only assumed so regarding the others.

"So - Why are we here? And... Who are you?" Iris asked, her curiosity outweighing her potential anger at the moment.

[Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow]

Ramachulainn found himself dumped unceremoniously on a stone floor. The first thing he really registered was the Phoenix's voice.

"How dare you do this to me and my fellow Time Lords. I am not a plaything to be toyed with."

It took a second to get his arms and legs sorted out. Iris was speaking now, as he got himself to his feet.

"She's quite right, you know. Actually, no one deserves to have those jelly-things sicced on them, Time Lord or not," she huffed. "Seriously... If you wanted to talk, it would have been much more preferred if you just came to us yourself - I believe we are quite rational folks, you know."

A pause.

"So - Why are we here? And... Who are you?"

"Excellent questions," Ramachulainn commented. "Although - and I hate to say this - the creatures were an admirable collections force. Indestructable, and inflicting no harm." He recovered his sword from the floor, and sheathed it.

Then he looked at the stranger, aware of a nagging sense of familiarity. "Why are we here?"