the night starts here; [closed/ongoing]

[nightwoe]

WHO: Shiho Matsuri [nightwoe] and The Doctor [wotwottimespot]
WHAT: The Church is under attack; Matsuri is suffering from it. The Doctor is going to go rescue her.
WHERE: The Church.
WHEN: Today, evening,

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[nightwoe]

Matsuri heard the doors bang open loudly as the Doctor kicked them open. She wondered just what he was doing; she could hear him screaming and running around the church, yelling at the beastly flying snakes. She decided then that she did not like snakes. Not at all.

She heard a door slam, and the banging of multiple creatures hitting a wall -- had he trapped them? Had the Doctor trapped the darn things? She peered out from the pew and she didn't see the snakes -- she couldn't hear them anymore. He must have gotten rid of them.

A sweat broke out on her forehead as she climbed out from under the pew and pushed herself to her feet. "Ernest..?" It took a second to recognize him in the dark, from behind. A small smile spread across her face. "Thanks... A lot..." She lifted a hand to rub her eyes carefully, before she began to walk forward. There was a limp in her right leg, and she was biting the inside of her lip. She just had to keep reminding herself that here, she healed slower -- she couldn't heal nearly as fast. Naturally she would feel pain.

"I guess I'll need... to find another place..." She was still trying to catch her breath from all the running she'd done. That, or the venom had something to do with it, but Matsuri somehow doubted that... Ignoring the blood running down the back of her leg, she sat down in the pew, taking a deep breath.

"Are they... all over the city...?" She asked.

[wotwottimespot]

He whipped around. Another one!? Oh, oh no - Matsuri. The Doctor relaxed, even smiled, and after catching his breath walked down to her pew and sat down, sighing loudly.

"Unfortunately, yes," he said, patting his hands on his knees. "I had to dodge quite a few of them on the way here!" He chuckled as he heard the snakes struggling in the sacristy. "Persistent little buggers, aren't they? Well you're not going to get out of there, you hear me?" With that he turned to Matsuri, finally noticing the blood, and the paleness, and the uneven breathing.

He slipped out of the seat and knelt down, looking seriously up at her.

"Oh no... they bit you, didn't they? We've got to take you home - I've stocked up on bandages and things from the clinics and we need to get you wrapped up fast. Do you feel woozy? Is it burning? I think they might be poisonous, but I can't be sure..." Nevertheless he swept her up into his arms and moved for the door, quickly, just in case more snakes decided to come in through the open window, or in case the ones he'd trapped broke through.

[nightwoe]

Matsuri smiled softly when he turned to face her. She only frowned when he said the snakes really were all over the city -- she felt a pang of guilt. If he he'd gotten bitten, who knew if he could heal like she could. He was risking injury to come and save her.

"Yeah..." She breathed out, taking a deep breath. "They bit me -- the back of my leg." She let out a small yelp of pain when he lifted her up. He was going to get blood on his clothes -- but he didn't seem to care. She could feel her limbs aching and her head pounding. Refusing to close her eyes, Matsuri kept them on the Doctor.

"Home..?" She asked, putting an arm up over his shoulder -- just incase she slipped out of his grip. "You got a house, Ernest?" She asked. Maybe, then, she would finally have a real place to stay if his offer still stood.

"That sounds like a good idea." She leaned her head on her arm that was over his shoulder. "Maybe some hot tea.. too?" Matsuri suggested. She felt light headed, but as long as the conversation kept going, Matsuri doubted that she would be going unconscious anytime soon.

[wotwottimespot]

The Doctor winced at the yelp, muttering apologies as he rushed her out of the church and along the path he'd taken there from the house - the path that was, when he took it, snake-free. He tried to move as smoothly as possible, to avoid jostling her and aggravating the wound.

"Of course I did! I wouldn't go and say I'd get a house and not get one!" He scoffed, grinning down at her. Talking was helping, he saw, so it was a good thing he both liked to and often did talk quite a bit too much. "I guess if there's one good thing about this snake attack, it's that you get to move in right away, eh?"

He ducked down into an alley, avoiding a swarm of snakes that had been slithering about in the air.

"Hot tea sounds lovely. Clever girl with good tastes! It seems I'm doomed to always find extremely good company!" He sped up, moving as quickly as he could without shaking her too much, hoping that he wouldn't have to fend off any snakes while he was carrying her - mostly because he didn't know if he could.

[nightwoe]

Matsuri seemed pretty painless the rest of the way back; the Doctor, she thought, was doing a pretty good job of not jostling her around too much and bothering the wound. She looked up at him, listening to him talk on and on -- she didn't mind it in the least. He was entertaining, and amused her, even while she was starting to feel sick.

"I'd like tomato bean juice, more, but I they don't have it.. here." She pouted a little -- mostly jokingly, before she smiled softly once more. She was starting to fall silent, mostly intent on listening to him than actually talking herself at the moment.

For a pale girl who was nothing but a demon, her face was sure getting flushed quite quickly -- and a temperature rising to just low enough to not quite yet be any sort of threat. But she seemed completely unafraid -- obviously sure it would heal and pass. "Are we almost at the house? Does it have nice curtains?" She asked, curious.

[wotwottimespot]

"Yet. Don't have it yet," he corrected, turning down the street with the house on it. "But as long as they've got me, they're in danger of tomato bean juice!"

The Doctor knew a feverish flush when he saw one, and seeing it on an ancient, immortal demon girl was more than a little worrying. He only set her down by the door for as long as it took him to open it, and then he swept her up again and rushed inside to set her down on the couch.

"Wait right there, alright? I'll be right back! Just a minute, just a minute!" He dashed off for the medicine cabinet, returning in seconds with bandages and antiseptics and kneeling down to start treating and wrapping the wounds which, to his relief, were already starting to look a tiny bit better.

"There, there - nothing a little hot tea or juice won't hurt, right?"

[nightwoe]

Matsuri turned her head away from the Doctor as they approached the house. Her tired eyes scanned the structure, taking in how the house looked -- before she was suddenly set down at the front door. She was not normally one for depending on people so easily, but she really couldn't help it. That bite made her feel so drowsy, so weak. When the Doctor set her down on the ground to open the door, she almost fell right over; she couldn't even feel her own legs. She held on to the Doctor's arm, just in case she actually did

And then she was swept up and away again, and Matsuri was observing the inside of the house as she was moved to the couch -- and watched the Doctor dash off to the medicine cabinet. She leaned back on the couch, taking a deep breath before she noticed him running back again and fixing up the wound.

"Tea..? I think tea sounds very... good right now..." She said, shifting herself so she was leaned against the cushions. "Thank you... Ernest." She smiled a little, before her eyes glanced over the room to take a good look at it; though what good that did, she didn't know; her sight was starting to get a little fuzzy.

[wotwottimespot]

After a few moments of careful and deliberate bandaging, The Doctor sat back and let out a long, relieved breath, looking up to Matsuri with a smile.

"There, all better! You'll be up and about in no time, with a spot of tea and - oh, it'd be terribly English of me to say crumpets, wouldn't it?" He made a face. "Well we'll start off with tea and see what else we can scrounge about for."

After stopping to ruffle the girl's hair again - it was too amusing to bug her with that - he was up and gone, then back again several minutes later, brushing his hands off on his slacks, taking a moment himself to take a look around. The room was spacious but not too large, decorated like what might have been an old Greek or other Mediterranean style house, heavy curtains adorning the windows. He liked it, he decided, and he was sure it would be more than comfortable for them both.

"Tea's on the stove, then! It should be along in just a second," said The Doctor, leaning against the back of the sofa. So far, he'd been avoiding the issue of his "name." Knowing Matsuri and the small bond of trust between them, he didn't know how she'd take knowing he'd lied about his name. But he figured better tell her now than later, when it was still too early to be very badly hurt by that sort of thing.

"I should probably tell you, since it's fairly hard to keep a secret from a roommate, and an especially clever one at that," he began, tone, as always, light and playful. "But my name isn't Ernest Shackleton. Ernest Shackleton was a British explorer, back in the nineteen hundreds."

[nightwoe]

Matsuri watched the man go back and forth, to make tea and to come back to lean up against the sofa. It hurt just about every muscle in her body, but she forced herself to sit up, focusing her blurry eyes on him as she kept her hand on the back of the sofa just so she wouldn't fall over.

"I like crumpets, though..." She said, her lips curling up into a small smile before she looked over at the windows. Even with the poison messing with her eyesight, she knew they were heavy curtains -- no doubt for her own benefit more than the Doctor's. The flush and fever seemed to be peaking; they hadn't gotten any worse since entering the house, and she looked slightly better.

His honesty came as a shock to her, really -- his name wasn't Ernest? He had lied? Then again, he had told everyone his name was Ernest, hadn't he? Perhaps he has just not expected to make friends with any of them, so he hadn't thought he'd needed to tell the truth -- who knew, really? She wasn't him. She didn't know why he did. Matsuri had done much worse things to her friends; she would have been a hypocrite to get angry.

"Oh, really...?" She said, her breathing still a little labored. Now and then she'd pause to take a breath. "Well, I guess that's good... I always thought Ernest was a strange name -- I don't think I like it," She was being ridiculous, now -- making fun of the name he'd said that wasn't really his.

"But if you aren't Ernest..." She watched him closely, "then who are you?" She asked.

[wotwottimespot]

He had to laugh a little at her silliness. Crossing his hands across his chest, he tipped his head back so his glasses could adjust themselves on his nose. He seemed to be thinking it over.

Then, after a minute or so of silence, he looked forward again, saying the fewest words together that he ever said.

"I'm The Doctor."

[nightwoe]

Matsuri watched him closely. When he admitted that his name was The Doctor -- just The Doctor -- she frowned at him like he were a little more mad than she had expected. "The Doctor? Just the Doctor?" She tilted her head to the side, staring at him.

That didn't make sense. Just The Doctor? Doctor who? Someone's name couldn't just be The Doctor. Could it? Oh, this was confusing her -- and she already wasn't feeling too good.

"...Just The Doctor? Not Doctor Jones -- Doctor Smith -- Just The Doctor?" She asked, feeling her head spin a little. The venom wasn't doing so well for her thinking.

She rubbed her eyes softly, before she reached up to carefully pluck his glasses from his face, holding them between her hands as she looked them over. "... I think maybe I liked Ernest better; that's less confusing~" She teased, glancing up at him with a small smile.

[wotwottimespot]

"Just The Doctor," he said, nodding, and stopping when she reached for his glasses. He chuckled, unfolding his arms and sticking his hands in his pockets instead, quirking an eyebrow at Matsuri.

"Really? I find it really simple, actually," he said, returning the smile at the familiar name. Much simpler than his real name, anyhow. "Although I did know a Doctor Jones. Great woman, that Martha Jones. She traveled the world for me, once."

Smiling, he tapped her lightly on the nose with his sonic screwdriver, avoiding getting too bogged down in his memories.

[nightwoe]

She seemed to think his glasses were fairly interesting. She peered through them from one side as she listened to him, before she put them on herself and screwed her face up a little; it blurred her vision just a little more, it felt like. She took them off and slid them back on to the Doctor's face.

Matsuri nodded softly. "The Doctor," She repeated, almost tipping backwards onto the cushions for a moment before she grabbed on to the back of the couch again to steady herself. At the idea of traveling the world, Matsuri seemed to grow very curious.

"Traveling the world?" Obviously, with a curse such as her own, traveling the world was not something that was much of a possibility. "You've traveled the world, Ern--... Uhm, Doctor?" She corrected herself. For a small moment, she went cross eyed, staring at the sonic screwdriver when he poked her in the nose, before she looked back up at him.

[wotwottimespot]

"Oh, I travel more than the world, Matsuri!" He took of his glasses himself, gesturing with both them and his trusty screwdriver excitedly. "I travel galaxies and planets and centuries! I've been to the end of the world and back!"

"I can see anything, anything at all that exists in any universe, all with the flick of a switch! There's no limit to where I can go!" He had made his way around the sofa now, and was steadying her by the shoulders, making sure she didn't fall over, and at the same time taking the opportunity to look her in the eyes, kneeling down so they were level. "I can take you, if you like! Just think, the world and more at your fingertips! And with your new suit - OH! I forgot about that!" And he shot up again as the teapot whistled, bolting towards the kitchen yelling "Just a minute, just a minute!" over his shoulder.

[nightwoe]

Matsuri listened to the Doctor ramble on -- he could go anywhere. he wanted to. Past, future, to Mars or even the Moon. But -- how? How could he do it? She wondered for a moment if she really wanted to know. The next thing she knew he had broken off mid-sentence, something about a suit -- and then had taken off to the kitchen again, letting go of her which had only caused her to fall right back against the cushions.

Was that even possible? To leave this place. She knew for sure if she went back to the world she had come from, she would be dead. She had killed herself. She would either be stuck here forever, continuing to stay in this strange place, or she would return back to her world -- where she was dead. Where she had commit suicide for Aono and Yorito.

She pushed herself to sit up and stared down at her hands, lost in her own train of thoughts with a blank look on her face; the smile missing entirely. without it, she looked a little more sick because of the venom.

[wotwottimespot]

When he returned he had a tea tray balanced in one arm and a black body suit draped over the other. Setting the tray down on the coffee table, he took a seat by Matsuri, spreading the suit out in his lap. The material was soft and breathable, but dark enough to keep the light out, with a tinted glass visor that let you see clearly out of it, but looked almost opaque looking inward.

"Sorry to leave you like that, but our tea was burning! And besides, I completely forgot about your suit! Slipped my mind, really," he prattled on, worried, now, that he'd left her to die. She did look sick, after all. "It'll fit, I think, even if I didn't get exact measurements! And it'll certainly work!"

[ooc: XD just pretend it doesn't look as dorky.]