Doctor Akito to the Rescue!
Title: Doctor Akito to the Rescue!
Word Count: 100 x 3
Characters/Pairings: B.A.D., Hasshi, Kawai...
Author's Notes: You don't really need to know too much about Doctor Who to get these! Originally posted at je100.
The was a box in the dressing room.
It was big, blue, and Junta had no idea what it was doing there.
Maybe it was for some upcoming performance? A prank? Or maybe the staff -
A loud crash echoed from inside the box. Panicking a bit, Junta threw the door to the box open. “Nonono, not the Wimey Spiral! Come on! You’re not doing this to me!” The box was way bigger on the inside, and panicking in the middle of it was Akito in not much more than a bowtie.
“Put some clothes on!”
“Nothing on the size?”
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Dusting his dress off (He had no idea how Akito had talked him into that. Really.), Junta glared at Akito.
“What the hell was that thing?”
Akito looked thoughtful “Probably something from the North Adro’s? It looked too bitey to be from the South, and way too smooth to be from the West!”
That.. really didn’t help anything, Junta thought. Not that Akito had been making any sense lately. ..Ever.
“And we were looking for it because..?”
“It’ll lead us to the Master!”
“…”
“He kind of sent me a distress signal. Something about the Balcan’s. They have his TARDIS!”
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“Ah! It’s you, Doctor!” Hasshi turned around as Akito blasted the door to his lab open. “Did you see the Balcan 3000? WASN’T IT AWESOME?”
Akito nodded. “It was! Two eyes, even! It was way harder to get past then the 2500! BUT!” He said, brandishing his screwdriver threateningly. “Where is the Master?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know where he is!”
A nudge in Akito’s side. Akito looked over at Junta. “If you mean Kawai, he’s over there,” Junta waved a bit to the left, having long figured he knew everyone.
Kawai just glared, gagged and tied to a chair.
Word Count: 100 x 3
Characters/Pairings: B.A.D., Hasshi, Kawai...
Author's Notes: You don't really need to know too much about Doctor Who to get these! Originally posted at je100.
The was a box in the dressing room.
It was big, blue, and Junta had no idea what it was doing there.
Maybe it was for some upcoming performance? A prank? Or maybe the staff -
A loud crash echoed from inside the box. Panicking a bit, Junta threw the door to the box open. “Nonono, not the Wimey Spiral! Come on! You’re not doing this to me!” The box was way bigger on the inside, and panicking in the middle of it was Akito in not much more than a bowtie.
“Put some clothes on!”
“Nothing on the size?”
☆☆
Dusting his dress off (He had no idea how Akito had talked him into that. Really.), Junta glared at Akito.
“What the hell was that thing?”
Akito looked thoughtful “Probably something from the North Adro’s? It looked too bitey to be from the South, and way too smooth to be from the West!”
That.. really didn’t help anything, Junta thought. Not that Akito had been making any sense lately. ..Ever.
“And we were looking for it because..?”
“It’ll lead us to the Master!”
“…”
“He kind of sent me a distress signal. Something about the Balcan’s. They have his TARDIS!”
☆☆
“Ah! It’s you, Doctor!” Hasshi turned around as Akito blasted the door to his lab open. “Did you see the Balcan 3000? WASN’T IT AWESOME?”
Akito nodded. “It was! Two eyes, even! It was way harder to get past then the 2500! BUT!” He said, brandishing his screwdriver threateningly. “Where is the Master?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know where he is!”
A nudge in Akito’s side. Akito looked over at Junta. “If you mean Kawai, he’s over there,” Junta waved a bit to the left, having long figured he knew everyone.
Kawai just glared, gagged and tied to a chair.