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Nightshift 38: Entry Room

Jan 27, 2009 18:30

[from here]The Entry Room was a lot like he remembered it, or at least, a lot like what he remembered from when he'd run into Clark here on his first night. Admittedly most of what he remembered was dark, blurred from speed, and full of argument but this was a lot like that. Just without the blurring and the arguments ( Read more... )

asch, albedo, meche, zex, homura, batman, donna, kio, juri, teisel, mello, the flash

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purpletaint January 30 2009, 04:11:44 UTC

[from here]

And this door led to a smaller room. He saw another door at the other end. To outside? Outside wouldn't have him learning about the environment and tools he could use in this setting, but he could look at the stars. Seeing the position would actually tell him where he was. And if they weren't anything he recognized... then he'd have to lean more towards the so-called fact of him living in the past.

Outside it was.

The only problem with that was the human plant statue in the middle of the room, and the two other people around it. Albedo stopped with a huff, eyes narrowing again. Of course. The only question was whether he would ignore it or reveal himself and not have to deal with it at all. Decisions, decisions.

mateswithnobody January 30 2009, 04:29:54 UTC

She may've been offended by the question except for the fact, why yes, Donna did talk a great deal and she knew it. Still, knowing it made it all the worse for the boy when she responded. "Best get used to that, Albie," she snorted slightly, "Cuz it ain't stopping anytime soon. You hear me?"

It looked like they were heading for the way out then. It was the way she'd have chosen, but now the boy could claim some kind of hand in whatever they got into and either not complain later or feel some kind of accomplishment from it. Either way, it wouldn't make things difficult for Donna.

purpletaint January 30 2009, 06:02:14 UTC

It was too much to hope that she wouldn't follow him. And continue talking at him. He clenched his jaw, pretending to watch the... whatever it was in the center of the room carefully. Nigredo had always said to just ignore things and they go away. He'd have to see if it worked.

...Like anything the younger ever said was true. Putting faith in Nigredo? When he originally said that, the situation didn't get any better. Things got a whole lot worse. (Regardless of Albedo not exactly listening, but that wouldn't work, not when those things were--) And everything started changing more than it already was.

He didn't want to think about it anymore. But everything just kept coming back, wave after wave after wave.

sheisthecause January 30 2009, 16:05:59 UTC

Meche was still hurting, but after the two men left, she managed to sling herself to her feet and get to the gun. Quickly and quietly, she drew a number of sproutella darts out of her hatband and reloaded them, hoping the newcomers (and she was close to them now) wouldn't make a run for it while she was doing so ( ... )

mateswithnobody January 30 2009, 20:45:12 UTC

No answer. After a moment of waiting to see if he'd "powered down" (for lack of a better term) again, but when he refused to speak, Donna realized that he'd gone and given her the silent treatment! So far as she was concerned, he'd earned the little nickname she'd given for his name and so decided he was only being a brat about it by choosing not to speak.

Well, two could play at that game!

Donna just had to decide if she'd continue talking him to death or wait his little hissy out by being silent herself. Or she would have decided were it not for the unmistakably familiar voice that started addressing them. There was no mistaking that with how often Donna spoke with the woman. "Meche!" Donna wasn't so much stunned as surprised and gave her roommate a big grin despite the gun pointing their way. "It was bound to happen, running into each other out in the hallways. Seems this place isn't as big as we thought, huh?" she laughed, then tiled her head at the weapon. "Where on earth did you get a gun?"

purpletaint January 30 2009, 23:10:50 UTC

Albedo groaned. And the loud-mouth woman had now found a friend, regardless of the Donna ignoring that the lady in heels trying to threaten them. And horribly failing. Her gun didn't even shoot bullets, just some weird plant stuff. Entirely unimpressed by the whole affair, the boy put his hands on his hips and smirked. "Am I supposed to be scared? Of you covering me in plants?"

Was she supposed to be one of those monsters? She was just a human! Albedo guessed he shouldn't have expected much more than that. With a haughty look, he added, "You don't look like a monster. Just a weird woman."

Bored of it all, and more at ease now that the two larger men were gone, Albedo started to walk across the room to the doors. She could try and stop him. She wouldn't get very far.

sheisthecause January 31 2009, 01:17:47 UTC

Far from making Meche put the gun away, Donna's friendly greeting actually drew the barrel toward her. Meche really didn't want to shoot her roommate, all things being equal, but when it came down to a choice between Donna and Manny, she knew damn well whose team she was on. She had to show the other woman she meant business ( ... )

mateswithnobody January 31 2009, 03:41:30 UTC

Donna instinctively followed after Albedo and gave him a very quick whap to the back of his head. "You're going to get a serious smack if you don't start being more respectful," she warned in that "don't mess with Donna Noble" tone that not even the Doctor dared to challenge. Honestly, even a five year old could talk to a woman ten times his age without sounding like an utter ass!

Not that Donna or Meche were fifty! Donna hoped she'd never live to see the day...

"Sorry about that. Seems little boys from the future still need to learn some mann--" she attempted to apologize to Meche, but the ringing of a stranger gun shot startled her silent. Donna turned her head to see where the shot had gone, just a few inches away from her and Albedo's feet. Was Meche shooting at them? With a gunBut then it clicked suddenly, and Donna knew what this was. She's thought that maybe Meche had gone and found her stuff somewhere, but no. No, this was that thing they kept talking about on that board. Brainwashing was the word Donna most remembered. That ( ... )

purpletaint January 31 2009, 05:00:36 UTC

Albedo had already been shifting his weight, ready to sidestep away from the dart when Donna hit him at the same time the dart hit the floor at their feet. The hand on his wrist accentuated the reaction. The URTV had been trying for stealth so his brothers wouldn't register him, but the unexpected touch--and a hostile one at that--ruined his plans. He yanked his hand away, and whipped around, glaring. His power flared outward, covering the boy in a purple glow the matched the one now shining from his eyes once more. The Variant sent a burst of power at her, not caring anymore what kind of information she might offer. He wasn't going to put up with that from a mere humanA second later Albedo's body had stiffened completely. Nothing had happened. Nothing. It was just like when Nigredo had shut off the spiritual link within him, and he couldn't access his URTV powers, the strength U-DO afforded him... there was nothing... again! {Nigredo!} he hissed vehemently along the link, throwing it like a punch down the line. If he found out the ( ... )

sheisthecause January 31 2009, 05:26:30 UTC

Missed! Shooting with her off-hand, Meche had aimed low and the dart had skimmed the floor and stuck harmlessly just in front of the boy's feet. He looked like he'd barely even noticed. Instead of turning and fleeing, he was standing his ground, clearly angrier at Donna than at her.

And then he started glowing.

Must be some kind of strange superpower on the order of Senna's, but right now Meche couldn't have cared less what it was. Donna, mercifully, had been trying to get him out of there, and that was the only thing that mattered right now. She didn't want to hit him in the ankles when there was still some chance of their leaving, so she aimed carefully for the arm that was further from Donna. As she got ready to pull the trigger, she suddenly remembered a movie she'd seen once and brought her right hand up to the gun as well, using it to help steady the weapon while she used her left index finger to fire.

Maybe that'd teach the little brat to respect his elders.

mateswithnobody January 31 2009, 06:00:02 UTC

Right, so hitting the boy made him glow. And glow purple at that. Donna may need to be a bit more careful, especially if the purple had been like some kind of defense mechanize or something.

Or maybe his eyes were just leaking.

She set her arms into a folded position across her chest, returning his glare with a far more experienced one. Oh, she'd dealt with children before and things that simply acted like children, so she had the advantage here in both that and in being a woman. Men just faltered and failed when it came to disciplining kids. Either they took a too heavy-handed approach (of which Donna was totally innocent), or they caved under the guilt. Donna would not cave, not for this child or for anyone else.

"Fine if you wanna stand there like an idiot, then go ahead! Let her shoot you up and turn you into a bloody plant!" she yelled at him, scolding and arguing all at once, "I'll be sure to come by and water you in the morning, Audrey." Or would it be Audry II? Well, three would be more accurate since it would be after the ( ... )

purpletaint January 31 2009, 06:27:40 UTC

When the dart hit his upper arm, Albedo's eyes narrowed more, but that was all. Vine-like strips of thorns were working their way to cover his arm, lacerating the flesh underneath. That, he wasn't concerned with. It would heal perfectly once it was removed. He turned his glare on the other woman, watching her while Donna had her tirade; seemingly uncaring about the blood dripping down.

More nicknames. More nonsense. The woman was more mad than he was, rambling like that. But she hadn't tried to touch him again, and for that, he relaxed a bit, the glow dying down. "No wonder your friends want to attack you, loud-mouth. But don't worry about it, I'm moving," he replied, irritated.

He started walking toward the door to the outside again, watching the lady with the gun out of the corner of his eye. Albedo knew he was limited with access to his abilities (until he could seek out his dear baby brother, that is), but he was still confident enough in the years of training that equaled his age to throw out, "Don't try anything."

sheisthecause January 31 2009, 06:49:26 UTC

"Wrong direction, buddy!" Meche snapped. She'd like to go easy on the boy, but he just wasn't going to give up. Didn't his arm hurt? What had happened to the poor kid that he had to pretend to be so tough all the time? Or-- It occurred to her that he really might not feel pain. Maybe that was part of his superpower too ( ... )

mateswithnobody January 31 2009, 18:15:18 UTC

LOUD MOUTH?!

"Oh that is it!" Donna's hand whipped out again, grabbing hold of the scruff of Albedo's neck and wrenching him back, just as two more bullets decided to whip past. Donna's glare turned to the bullets a moment, and her rage at Albedo held up enough for her to throw some angry words back at Meche now. "And you! You think shooting at him is 'for his own benefit'?!" she hissed, "God, I hope you never have kids!"

So maybe Donna had been all for Albie getting shot full of plant, if that even made sense, but she was only trying to prove a point with the stubborn brat! That didn't mean she wanted him to start growing roses out his eyes or anything!

The both of them had gotten on her nerves now, but Meche had the excuse of being brainwashed. Little Albie had none and that was why Donna's attention went quickly back to him. "I don't care if you start glowing rainbow and spitting up Skittles, we are leaving now!"

purpletaint February 1 2009, 06:25:11 UTC

And that ended Albedo's trying to play well with others moment. He ducked the hand, stepping into the path of one bullet; the thorn vines starting the same to his thigh that the other was doing to his arm. He pulled his lips back in a grimace. He eyes stayed locked in that glare for a second before glancing irritatedly at Meche.

He wasn't dealing with this. There was nothing here that could benefit him. He made a disgusted noise, and left out the door they came in.

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sheisthecause February 7 2009, 23:35:07 UTC

So much for the little boy. Meche was glad he was out of her way (and, by extension, harm's way, as irritating as he'd been). Donna was still there, and she was angry, sure, but she had been more in the mood to run than fight. In a second she'd storm out after the boy and Meche could take a breather, reload and--hopefully--have some time to calm herself down before anyone else showed up. In fact, she could only hope no one else would show up at all. She still hadn't figured out what to do about that girl who had gotten out earlier, but a little peace and quiet would give her time to figure it out ( ... )

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