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trans_92011-01-20 07:43 pm
birthmural) wrote in trans_92011-01-20 07:43 pm
Entry tags:
- !location: the city,
- !plot: are you afraid of the darksoul?,
- aibghalien marsai,
- astrid hoffersson,
- beastboy,
- cagalli yula athha,
- celena vantari,
- dean winchester,
- eleventh doctor,
- eva,
- hiccup,
- hit girl,
- hoshi hikari,
- howard the duck,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kanaya maryam,
- kang,
- katara,
- kaylee frye,
- lex luthor,
- marco,
- megamind,
- mei-xing,
- paco,
- red medic,
- roxanne ritchie,
- ruffnut thorston,
- sam winchester,
- sasami masaki jurai,
- sensor,
- son of satan,
- starfire,
- vindicator nehaalista
Are you afraid of the Darksoul? [Part 2]
[[OOC: This right here is required reading if you're going to tag. OOC organization is here
For too long the firstborn son of Satan's demonic soul had been trapped, denied his rightful control over Daimon's body. Now, thanks to Mei-Xing, he was finally free. The next course of action was obvious- he would have to take control of one of the beings on this ship. He could start with the vulnerable and move on to the more powerful. He had to act fast before that fool recovered. Fortunately he needn't go very far. The city was full of potential victims.
Now, now. Who to possess first?
For too long the firstborn son of Satan's demonic soul had been trapped, denied his rightful control over Daimon's body. Now, thanks to Mei-Xing, he was finally free. The next course of action was obvious- he would have to take control of one of the beings on this ship. He could start with the vulnerable and move on to the more powerful. He had to act fast before that fool recovered. Fortunately he needn't go very far. The city was full of potential victims.
Now, now. Who to possess first?
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"Oh, no, ye don't," Jamie muttered, shifting his weight to try and pin the man down, giving him another good elbowing in the process. Now, he knew the Doctor had always been good at getting out of things, but this was ridiculous.
"Don't let him touch ye!" he shouted, pulling with all his might. "Whatever that spirit-thing has done to him, it..." He trailed off into a muttered oath as the Doctor made a last-ditch effort to free himself of the tweed. All he could really do was attempt to grab onto the Time Lord's arms and yank back on them in an effort to try and prevent the contact with Paco's skin.
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Fortunately, Paco's brain wasn't completely without allies. Paco's body also understood pain. And Paco's body understood that, sometimes, you can hit things and they'll stop hurting you.
It wasn't a very good punch, but it was the only defense Paco had left in the face of utter madness.
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But the stranger on the floor was right about breaking up this mess and just end this kindergarten-scenario.
Medic was about to reach for his syringe gun, the Blutsauger, when another cry errupted from the heap of humans on the floor. The cry was similar to the one that had lured him here. A clear indicator for someone suffering an immense amount of pain. The RED would have smirked, but the general situation was just plain annoying. So instead of drawing his syringe gun, his hand went up and into a different direction while his feet brought him forward quickly.
Few steps brought him within reach of the little brawl and without further hesitation MEdic had Paco snatched up by the back of his neck and yanked the seemingly injured out of the mess in one very final motion. The young man was dropped down on the ground again, several feet away from the others and pinned there with a heavily booted foot. Half a moment later, the nozzle of the medigun was quite literally pushed into Paco's face. It may as well have been a flamethrower. Only that it wasn't. For the other half of the moment, Medic inspected the kid for any visible injury and then pushed the lever of the gun down. The red, glowing beam latched onto Paco's head right away and the doctor already got angry with himself for coming here.
He growled mildly, keeping the medigun on Paco and Paco pinned down. It was then, that he drew forth the Blutsauger with his free hand and aimed the odd gun in the direction of the remaining two figures. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, sending at least two dozens syringes their way. If that didn't get them apart, he swore to himself he's cut them apart from one another.
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The Doctor/Darksoul was in the middle of juggling his squirm (despite Jamie’s interference and elbow, he was halfway out of his jacket) and finishing off Big Fella when Big Fella got lucky. There was nothing quite as utterly surprising as getting hit in the head. The Doctor was so astonished, in fact, that he stopped trying to fight against the humans. His hand dropped from Big Fella’s forehead. The only thing the Doctor could focus on was his head ringing and his vision going in and out in interesting ways. It was incredibly distracting when two seconds ago he’d been busy with his escape. Something about other timelines, Earth, and -- and the TARDIS being temperamental…and he couldn’t string together a proper thought like this. Dazed, the Doctor fell on top of Jamie.
Maybe it was just to spite Jamie, but somehow he made sure to aim a gangly knee at the human’s kidney while he was at it.
Call him skilled at multi-tasking, even dazed. That or accidentally lucky.
The humans would probably need to move fairly quickly. The Doctor/Darksoul was already starting to recover even as Big Fella was hauled off, moving groggily, and trying to push himself off whichever human he was using as a cushion. They were even rubbish at being cushions, the Doctor was annoyed to find, his head still spinning. Jamie was far too skinny to make a respectable cushion. Yet another tic on their growing list of failures.
He should probably be more concerned about those big syringes coming his way, but one thing at a time. If he would’ve had the presence of mind to look up, the Doctor/Darksoul would’ve been very impressed with those syringes. Syringes as projectiles, who would have thought?
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However, like the Doctor, Jamie is also very good at wriggling his way out of situations, and being pinned under the possessed Time Lord is not a good place to be in once he recovers. So wriggle he does, as quickly as he can. He happens to glance up when the Medic raises the funny gun, although with the helmet on it's hard to say if it was due to his danger sense pinging or if it was just sheer coincidence.
Jamie has no idea what those things are that are flying at him, from this distance. All he knows is that they're sharp, he has no idea if they'll be able to pierce the nanofibers that make up the uniform, and he really doesn't want to find out. Not to mention, despite the fact the Doctor is currently possessed and trying to hurt him, he knows his friend is still in there somewhere. The urge is still strong to protect him, as well. Attempting to shove the Doctor out of the way, he then rolls in the opposite direction to escape the barrage of needles.
At least Paco's out of the way now, which is small relief. Hopefully he's been able to get the Doctor out of the way, too.
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He froze under the red light, but it didn't seem to be doing him any harm...
"Dude, the guy in the coat is possessed! Didn't you hear that was going around? Don't let him get up!"
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Medic put the syringe firing weapon away and turned his attention back to the kid his medi gun was currently latched onto. And managed to scowl even more. Somehow.
"Possessed?" the RED repeated in a doubtful voice. No. He hadn't heard a single bit. How so if there was no Administrator around to do these kinds of announcements anyway? But that aside, the kid's claim made little to no sense. Snorting slightly, Medic crouched down, set the medi gun to the side before using both hands to grab Paco's head and do a quick check for any sign of an actual injury, snarling angrily "So zhat is vhat you are playing hier? Unsinn! You must haff hit your head, Dummkopf!"
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It was weird. He couldn't follow the demon's signature like he normally could at home. Either it was blocking itself or he just wasn't attuned it its energy or something. But it meant tracking it down was a pain and a half. But the word 'possessed' caught Sam's ear and he stopped, sticking his head in.
Paused. Stepped back to look at the phone box, then stuck his head back in and looked around. "Ooookay," he said, drawing out the 'o' before shaking himself. "Is this where the demon's gotten to this time?"
Oh Sam. Would it be okay if you exorcised the Doctor after this post? :3
The Doctor landed against the base of the control console. One of those foot pedals dug into the small of his back. The possessed part, the one that despised humanity right now for all their faults, was recovering a lot faster than the rest of him. The Doctor looked decidedly less unsteady as he glanced up, starting to push himself up onto his elbows. All right, glanced up a little blearily, because Darksoul or not, his eyes were adjusting. The TARDIS console room still spun in an interesting, if slightly nauseating, circle. The novelty of getting cracked on the head was starting to wear thin, especially when that foot pedal was still in his back --
-- And then another human had to come bumbling in. The Doctor/Darksoul tried to push himself up, using the edge of the console as support as his legs gave a bit of a wobble. He peered at the new intruder, frowning. Another big fella, except this one was tall. Really tall. As in maybe-he-deserved-a-clap-on-the-back tall.
“Not for long,” the Doctor sneered. As much as he’d like to go back to frying their pathetic little vermin minds, he really did have places to be. A TARDIS to fix. Humans to subject. Well, that one was a little by the book. Maybe something more creative so he didn’t get bored, because he’d seen how well it worked with the whole Subjugate the Entire World with the Master. Good idea, not so good execution. The Doctor swayed to his feet. Righted himself, already almost entirely recovered.
There were certain pluses to being a Time Lord. A fast recovery was one of them.
The Doctor raised his hand, the fire starting to crackle around his fingers as he focused on the new intruder. Give it a few seconds and he’d be back to form. He couldn’t tell where the Darksoul began and he ended, but all he knew was he was starting to feel trapped in a sabotaged TARDIS with all these -- these humans in here. Overgrown apes that kept getting obscenely lucky, over and over and over. Maybe he shouldn’t have meddled so much in Earth’s affairs. It would’ve been interesting to see them struggle along on their own without his interference. At this point, the Doctor/Darksoul was starting to think he should just kill all the humans, save Jamie for later, and focus on trying to repair the TARDIS before more of their lot came stumbling in.
I think I can manage that!
Recovering fast was useful if the person you were against was bumbling or fumbling for notes, especially when they walked in late. Sam, on the other hand, had done this often enough that the Latin just started spilling from his lips.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
Ergo draco maledicte
et omnis legio diabolica
adjuramus te.
Cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare."
It was only the start of the long ritual, but Sam didn't falter over any of it. This was, at the moment, just another hunt and he was a Hunter. This was what he was good at.
Might have been easier with demon blood, but he shut that line of thought down real quick.Going to ninja a reaction to the exorcism really fast *ninja ninja*
Like he said. Utterly ridiculous.
That was about as far as the Doctor got. The exorcism started to do its job, the Darksoul being dragged out as a black cloud from the Doctor's mouth. The Doctor would've done anything to be able to just head those couple of feet down the stairs and touch the exorcist. All it would take was a touch. But he couldn't seem to control his/their legs anymore. Those few feet suddenly seemed far away. The exorcist was right: he did need to be caught, because the next thing the Doctor knew he was suddenly falling back down again, sliding off the console. Seemed like his legs had decided enough was enough, someone had to be in charge and the floor was as good a place as any.
There was a final thought of: if Jamie was only closer, we'd fall on him just to prove a point, and then the "they" suddenly turned back into just him.
The Doctor didn't seem to notice if he was back on the floor or caught by one of the humans. Instead he gave a rattling cough, shocked he had his legs (and other bits) back. He wheezed, reaching out and trying to use whatever or whoever was closest for support as he attempted to sit up. He breathed heavily as if he'd participated in a marathon; no, not one of the laughably short ones back on Earth. That could hardly be called a marathon on other planets.
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So he helps catch the Doctor, trying his best to make sure that neither of them wind up any more injured in the process. There's a moment where the Scot thinks that the Doctor is simply going to collapse on top of him, but then things seem to resolve themselves. It's typical, he thinks, that the Doctor's already trying to get up after all that. Stubborn man. Doesn't know when he should stay put.
"I've got ye, Doctor," comes Jamie's voice then, muffled a little by the helmet. "Don't try to get up just yet, aye?"
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