Is Your Love Strong Enough? Part 6 - The Final Scratch

[cityship]

Such a strange occurrence needed, finally a conclusion. Thanks for the Time Lord's trinket gift, there was suddenly an old, fearsome creature made of gears, it's old features squeaking (although not as bad as before, since a certain someone had given him a good oil job). Analog,the fearsome creature known by some as a the crankiest Time Dragon, walked in the city to find out o where Eleven was. She could smell him even in here, you see (wow that's creepy). Flanked by her three handmaidens, the women giggling like schoolgirls at everything, memorized at the ship. The city could hold her well, for all her large size.

First step - Find the Doctor, ask him what he wants. Step two - Do that. Step three - Get out of here.

She still was a Time Dragon, after all. Proud....and cranky. These boring old puny humanoids were nothing as the greatness of HERSELF so the sooner they were our of her mind, the better.

[OOC - Done! Go for it.]

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[encourage]

Sakura stopped in her tracks when she caught sight -- sound -- scent of a most horrible, terrible thing. Her stomach turned over, disgust and irritation simmering in the back of her mind even as she attempted to plaster a neutral expression on her face.

Still wasn't worth insulting Analog. It wasn't.

"Our hero," she ground out with possibly negative enthusiasm. She hadn't watched hours of early slapstick comedy from Earth for nothing, and she thinks on this as Analog is once again on ship. Sakura kind of hopes the dragon ends up the brunt of a good joke or two while she's here -- but only after the problem's been resolved.

[livestoannoy]

No way. No. Fucking. Way.

Her?! Marco said, enraged. HER?! We have to get saved by her rusty ass?!

[cityship]

Oh oh let Analog just stop for a minute and turn, her nose sniffing at something. She cranked her neck slowly, a few gears falling out until her large eye was looking at the both of them.

"I see the virgin hasn't changed yet. In fact, she seems to have multiplied, somehow."

[encourage]

In the history of flat looks, Sakura's was the kind that fell with hammer force on rusty old noses. Good things looks did basically nothing, or Analog might keel over seeing herself in any somewhat reflective surface.

Ha.

"You're countless of generations old, Lord Dragon, and you can't stop commenting on other people's sex lives. I don't know what's more sad, that this is what you bother yourself to talk about, or that it's apparently the only thing you find worth commenting on."

[livestoannoy]

It was official. The universe hated Marco. There couldn't be any other explanation for why the hell he had to deal with this rustbucket again.

Analog wouldn't be able to hear him, but Sakura would certainly be able to catch the continuous string of curse words that Marco let out.

[cityship]

"It's part of little ingrained tricks that make our species, my dear," Analog replied back, nonchalantly. "We require virgin princesses, therefore we, the great, powerful, time dragons, can easily sniff them out. Of course when it's just a normal virgin, it just STINKS UP THE WHOLE PLACE."

[encourage]

"Considering the majority of the universe isn't made of people randomly bred out or selected as princesses, it must suck to be you."

[livestoannoy]

No way would there be enough for them to live off of. And seriously - they're made out of metal and clockwork. Why the hell would they need to eat people at all? Although in that case, I do not want to know what they really want the virgin princesses for, Marco muttered. Any why are we still talking about this? Seriously. Why.

[cityship]

"You know he's quite chatty inside you isn't he?"

Time Dragons could listen to people's thoughts? It was more likely than you think (they sorta needed to deal with a race of people who only communicated with thought and hell if THEY didn't get to do something like that, being the most amazing things in the universe.)

[encourage]

"I noticed." Her own thoughts went quiet, if her emotions really weren't. Telepathy was one thing. Listening in on thoughts?

"Good luck." Sakura turned on heel and walked away. Marco had one point. They had no good reason to still be talking to a dragon that did nothing but rub Sakura the wrong way -- and she most assuredly had an already infinitely short fuse after the last however long this had been going on.