[[tenth seed]] Room 1406
[all noise and words dictated through the journal]
[Neville has been barricaded in his room for a few days, all the furniture shoved up against the door. This has grown tiresome, however--not to mention a bit lonely and scary--and he's agreed to let Risika teleport him somewhere safe. He's pacing back and forth, wand in hand, when she teleports in]
Are you ready? Decided where you want to go?
[slight shrug] Yeah. That TARDIS place sounds safe, I think. Let's go there.
[Risika nods and he takes her arm; she aims for the window, when suddenly the hair on the backs of their necks prickle, and they sense they are no longer alone. They whirl around to see Cabot standing in the center of the room]
[She instinctively throws up shields as Cabot moves forward, to no avail. Neville, being the heroic fool he is, throws himself in front of Risika, wand raised]
Neville!
Petrificus Totalu---
[Neville is cut off by the sound of a sword ripping through flesh and bone. His mouth goes open in an 'O' of shock and surprise, looking down at the sword going through his chest, before he hits the ground with a thud. Risika is frozen in horror for the full second it takes Cabot to complete his job]
[Cabot takes a second to view his handiwork, then checks his watch and shakes his head impatiently. As he turns to leave, Risika is shaken from her stupor]
You're not real.
[The doctor merely shrugs at her and vanishes, leaving Risika covered in Neville's blood, alone in a room strewn with what's left of him]
Risika
Neville
[Neville has been barricaded in his room for a few days, all the furniture shoved up against the door. This has grown tiresome, however--not to mention a bit lonely and scary--and he's agreed to let Risika teleport him somewhere safe. He's pacing back and forth, wand in hand, when she teleports in]
Are you ready? Decided where you want to go?
[slight shrug] Yeah. That TARDIS place sounds safe, I think. Let's go there.
[Risika nods and he takes her arm; she aims for the window, when suddenly the hair on the backs of their necks prickle, and they sense they are no longer alone. They whirl around to see Cabot standing in the center of the room]
[She instinctively throws up shields as Cabot moves forward, to no avail. Neville, being the heroic fool he is, throws himself in front of Risika, wand raised]
Neville!
Petrificus Totalu---
[Neville is cut off by the sound of a sword ripping through flesh and bone. His mouth goes open in an 'O' of shock and surprise, looking down at the sword going through his chest, before he hits the ground with a thud. Risika is frozen in horror for the full second it takes Cabot to complete his job]
[Cabot takes a second to view his handiwork, then checks his watch and shakes his head impatiently. As he turns to leave, Risika is shaken from her stupor]
You're not real.
[The doctor merely shrugs at her and vanishes, leaving Risika covered in Neville's blood, alone in a room strewn with what's left of him]
Risika
Neville