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plot: paranatural

Search Party Log

Who: Whichever idiots want to go out into the woods and figure out what killed April
What: Search Party!
When: Thursday
Where: The Lobby/The Grounds/The Forest
Rating: PG-13 otherwise tag your threads

She wouldn't normally care, but with the castle shifting to resemble anything remotely like her world, Meg was on edge. When she found April - or what was left of her - decorating the castle halls, that concern switched to full blown alert mode. The demon spent the night and half the morning poking around the castle, looking for whatever had done it on her own to no avail. By noon, she had circled back around to the lobby and stood there glaring at the pile of weapons, wondering what the hell the catch was.

Finally, she cracked open her journal. By now, more people surely would have seen the carnage.

"All right," she sighed heavily. "Anyone wants to go out and find what did it, meet me in the lobby."

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[ The eldest Doctor joins the group as they head out to the forest. He seen the trunk of weapons in the lobby, but he'd passed right on by. He didn't believe in weapons. Whatever happened, whatever they were going up against, there was a better way to deal with it than violence.

He'd seen enough violence and he was about to contribute to it. If anything he expects he'll be the voice of reason when they find whatever it is they are looking for.]

[Dairine had also joined in, feeling as though it was her duty as a wizard. Something killed a person. It might be one of the Lone One's goons but even if it wasn't, killing increased entropy locally. She had to make sure it wasn't too much. Dairine might try talking to whatever they found at first, if only for the Oath's sake. However, the bow in her hand implies she isn't above harming it either.

Noticing the Doctor, she gives him a slight nod.]

[ The elder Doctor looked over at Dairine and nodded in return. He didn't like the idea that she was out here with them. In his mind, children should be allowed to be children. Play, laugh, go to school, whatever. They shouldn't be exposed to ... well all of this! At least not for a couple more years!

Still, he knows that she's a skilled wizard and that where she comes from she's dealt with this type of thing before. Maybe not quite the same but close enough. He just vows to keep an extra eye on her.

And her bow. He nods towards it. ]

You know how to use that?

[Dairine would oppose to the extra attention if she knew about it. She is perfectly capable of handling herself in danger. While still going to school, playing, and laughing.

Her grip on the bow shifts a little when he comments on it.]

Yeah. I've been training.

[ The Doctor eyes the bow. He's tempted to say that they may not need it but now is not the time for that age old debate. With what happened to April, he'll try his best to resolve a peaceful solution but he's not naive enough not to realize that one may not be forthcoming. ]

And how's that coming along?

Fine. I know how to hit a moving target. [Her aim is pretty good now too, after practicing over a year.]

I suppose the question is have you ever hit a living target?

[ He's not fully sure what she fights back in her home world, somehow though he doesn't have the opinion that it's flesh and blood. He's not fully sure that even makes a difference. ]

I have. [Dairine admits.] In Terre Haute.

[She's not terribly proud of having done so, but that was also a case where there wasn't much choice in the matter. The Collectors would have grabbed her if given the chance. She gave them the standard warning, that she was on wizard's business and any action against her would negatively impact them, but they ignored it. Had they listened or bothered talking at all she would have reasoned with them.]

[ The Doctor looks at her for a moment. Saddened to hear that she has but understands she knows what she's getting into. After a moment he nods and looks away. ]

Hopefully it won't come to that today.

We can hope not.

[She isn't making any promised though. That would be testing her luck, and wizards generally avoid making promises they might not be able to keep.]

[ Whatever was going on between the Doctor's and probably wasn't being spoken about, didn't matter right now to the younger when something more important and immediate was going on right under their noses. It couldn't be allowed to carry on.

Which is why the Doctor stands next to his elder and unsurprisingly - is thinking the exact same thing. Five is unarmed, having passed the trunk in the lobby with naught but a tight lipped scowl. The Doctor's greatest weapon was his wits. ]

We're possibly going to have to split up. It's not just about looking for the thing that caused April's murder. It's watching our friends as well.

[ The elder senses his younger self beside him. There is a disturbance in the air between them. Something that wasn't there before and while it's there now certainly wouldn't get in the way of backing the other up or preventing them from working well together.

He nods as he looks of the group forming.]

Yes. That does sound like a wise choice. Any idea what we might be up against?

[ Their friends do have a tendency to go off half-cocked but it's not just about that; it's watching them to make sure they are safe and he nods. April's death was terrible to hear about but for all they know whatever did that could be an innocent party... ]

Just the... No. Possibly large, possibly fast. For it to go unseen in the castle and for what it did, speed has to be an ability. An animal, some type of beast perhaps. It can't have much in the way of thought going by what it did.

[ The elder nods in agreement. ]

And quiet. No one seems to have heard a thing. Large, fast and quiet. It's not going to be easy to corner. Lack of thought means it's even less likely we are going to be able to reason with it.

[ He looks to his younger self, concerned. ]

Are you going to be alright if it comes to what we would rather avoid?

[ He turns an impassive look on his elder. The younger can still make the hard choices; he has done. He's caused death and he has killed to prevent more. He doesn't want to, he hadn't wanted to, but he did all the same. ]

You've never asked, have you? Where in our time stream I came here from.

[ It crosses his mind that his elder might not recall it if he told him, so harsh is his loss. It then also crosses his mind that maybe the elder is right to look at him like that, for he failed to execute Davros as promised. ]

Just because we'd rather not doesn't mean it is sometimes necessary. I'll do what needs to be done. Are you going to be all right?

[ There's a sad frown that forms on the elder's features as he looks at his younger self. After a moment he shakes his head and looks away. ]

There's no point. I remember being you. Cricket, the celery, white circles in the TARDIS, our companions... But what I did as you... What adventures we had, where we went, the trouble we caused and the things we fixed...

[ He trails off. The younger is aware of his loss. Perhaps not the depth of it, although he likely understands more now.

He nods a single time in understanding and agreement. Then there's a grin that clearly is a mask, hiding what they don't have time to discuss or get into. ]

Of course! Why wouldn't I be?

[ It's a rhetorical question younger self, please respect your elder and don't answer it. ]

[The tall, thin man will be the third specimen the Wendigo drags back to its lair. After handling the other two, it has little patience left and it's eager to satisfy its appetite. When it makes a run at the Doctor, attempting to knock him down with claws flying at his face, it will seemingly come out of nowhere.]

[ The Doctor had been listening and feeling out his surroundings but the Wendigo is fast, much faster than the Doctor had expected and he's taken by surprise. Lunging backwards as the creature claws at his face his trainer catches an exposed branch and he falls backward landing on his rear.

Crawling backward as fast as he can, he tries to reason with it. ]

Hello. You don't have to do this. We can talk about this. What exactly are you anyway?

[All he gets is a growl in response as it lunges forward again, looming over him. Even if the Wendigo was once human and knows perfectly well what the doctor is doing and understands perfectly, it has no reply. It doesn't reason with food. This time, it aims to rake its claws across his chest.]

Okay, not much for small talk. That's okay.

[ The Doctor tries to crab walk backwards away from the creature. But he's not fast enough. The claws slice through his jacket and shirt easily, raking across his chest, slicing skin and eliciting a howl of pain from him. ]

Now wait. Wait just a minute.

[ He holds a hand up to the Wendigo, hoping to hold it off or at least slow it down. ]

I can help you. Just wait. Really, you don't have to go through with this.

[...

Is this food serious? The monster laughs again as it lunges to bite that hand. At the same time, it makes another slash in his chest, this time aiming to go deeper. The Wendigo isn't big on dinner conversation, but this is actually... somewhat entertaining...]

[ Was that a pause? The Doctor thinks it was and he's heartened to find that he might be getting through to the creature. ]

Just tell me what...

[ That noise didn't sound encouraging, and with his hand still out he tries to back further away. Suddenly there's great pain in his right wrist and deeper into his chest. The Doctor is stunned. ]

You took my hand! I was trying to help and you took my hand. I can't just grow another one!

[Sorry, Doctor. Wendigo don't curr about your hand, except for the fact that it tastes pretty good. Kind of different. More aged, perhaps? Regardless, you're tasty, and it dives in for another few bites.]

[ Somehow he really wasn't expecting that to have just happened. It makes sense that it did, he can see the flaw in his logic but still...

It's in that moment of stunned disbelief, or perhaps shock, that he realizes he's in deep trouble. He tries to get away. To back up but with only one hand he's not moving fast or far. Worse, he can hear others in the woods around him. Before it's too late he yells for them to get away before the Wendigo bites again and all he can do is scream. ]

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