Darkness and Redness and Whiteness
Characters: the Doctor and the Master
When: Tuesday, December 27th
Where: just outside the Inner City
Rating: PG-13, maaaaaaaybe bordering on R for bloody death
Summary: The Doctor gets mauled by a beastie after their interview with the Animus.
The Doctor had expected a bit more adventurous...well...adventure, when he and the Master had set out this morning. Their plans to visit the Animus and have a chat from months earlier had finally been acted upon, though their visit to the Inner City had been anything but encouraging. They'd hardly even entered before they'd been rudely kicked out and completely ignored.
The Doctor was almost fuming. He'd patted his pockets down to ensure no stow away kittens, left his scarf at home in case things got rough, and made sure to give his sonic a little extra juice. Not that his little screwdriver would really have done much good as a weapon, of course. That was partly why he'd been more than willing to bring along the Master. Despite his distaste for weapons, he couldn't deny that they were occasionally necessary, and he had no inclination to let anyone die today.
"Can you believe that? They wouldn't even speak with us!" he complained loudly, visibly irritated as he stomped through the Wastelands, snow crunching beneath his maroon trainers. He was ahead of the Master by several paces, hands raking angrily through his hair. "I could understand if they ignored you, but I'm the Doctor! That's got to mean something, even to them!"
When: Tuesday, December 27th
Where: just outside the Inner City
Rating: PG-13, maaaaaaaybe bordering on R for bloody death
Summary: The Doctor gets mauled by a beastie after their interview with the Animus.
The Doctor had expected a bit more adventurous...well...adventure, when he and the Master had set out this morning. Their plans to visit the Animus and have a chat from months earlier had finally been acted upon, though their visit to the Inner City had been anything but encouraging. They'd hardly even entered before they'd been rudely kicked out and completely ignored.
The Doctor was almost fuming. He'd patted his pockets down to ensure no stow away kittens, left his scarf at home in case things got rough, and made sure to give his sonic a little extra juice. Not that his little screwdriver would really have done much good as a weapon, of course. That was partly why he'd been more than willing to bring along the Master. Despite his distaste for weapons, he couldn't deny that they were occasionally necessary, and he had no inclination to let anyone die today.
"Can you believe that? They wouldn't even speak with us!" he complained loudly, visibly irritated as he stomped through the Wastelands, snow crunching beneath his maroon trainers. He was ahead of the Master by several paces, hands raking angrily through his hair. "I could understand if they ignored you, but I'm the Doctor! That's got to mean something, even to them!"