[From here.]The silence in the stairwell was slightly eerie, and Roy tried to catch snippets of conversations from either above or below them as he went step by step
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"Assuming that the doors and keys and stuff don't change every night, or some bullshit," Hughes said, with a small shake of his head. "You work the doors, I'll be on lookout."
He could easily watch for things while Roy tried to get a door open. And that way Roy didn't have to worry or feel pressured that something was going to jump out and grab one of them.
"Let's assume that isn't the case," Roy responded with a frown, trying to be somewhat optimistic despite the fact that he knew that wouldn't do much good here. After all, it sounded like his key for the front door would have worked if the door hadn't already been opened.
"That sounds like a plan," he agreed, knowing that Hughes would cover him despite his less-than-perfect eyesight. He had his glasses, so it wasn't really a concern. He was a perfect shot with his knives so long as he was wearing those, after all.
Roy reached the top of the stairs, relieved that they had made it to the second floor without any trouble.
The stairwell was quiet, though Near couldn't be certain if they were the first to travel this particular hall. The thought that the pharmacy might already have been raided was troubling, but one that ultimately wouldn't matter. If he couldn't get the information and materials he needed that night, then there would easily be others.
Studying the darkness carefully, observing everything as he went, Near proceeded forward.
Brooklyn was a little put-off that Near wasn't disturbed by the mess they'd just passed, or at least hadn't shown that he was. Someone shouldn't so easily be able to pass by a scene of carnage like that without reacting in some way. It was bothering to think that this boy might be used to it.
Well, he had said he was a detective, hadn't he? The gargoyle wondered what sorts of messes Elisa had seen that she'd never mentioned to them...
It was a bit better once Matt was on the stairs, but he was rushing up them with more speed than you'd think he would want to use after his past experiences there. He'd probably regret it more once he reached the top.
Mello followed with slightly more care, his hand on the railing. If he wanted to accomplish everything he planned he'd need to allot his energy carefully, especially given the dizziness that followed an awkward or too-sudden movement. "Wait up, asshole," he called. The idea that carnage might bother Matt didn't even occur to him.
John entered the stairwell and began climbing upward, shining his flashlight up. He felt bad for being so short with the man who was doing him a favor by accompanying him. He didn't want to come off as a massive dick. The guy seemed nice enough and there wasn't anything too strange about him that made John think he was a machine. Perhaps it was time to be a bit nicer to him.
"So. can I ask you a question?" he said, pausing in the stairway to catch his breath. "It might seem a bit odd, but, what year is it where you came from?"
The Doctor kept close to John as they hurried through the halls, quietly assessing the boy. Even though they were just heading to the storage, John seemed comfortable in the lead, scanning for danger at every turn. The Doctor had to wonder if this was something the boy did often.
He paused momentarily at the foot of the stairwell, considering the boy's question. "No, not odd at all," he said, starting up the stairs. People were from different times here, so he could easily tell the boy a specific year and leave it at that, but... He'd been asked directly, and so he would answer honestly. "I'm- not from any one time." He had been once, originally, when he was young, but such things were more or less meaningless to his people. Perhaps he could still be said to belong to that era, but with Gallifrey gone, it seemed irrelevant.
"Last time I was on Earth before I ended up here- immediately before I ended up here- it was the year 2008. A bit before that, I was in 1926. I'm a time traveller."
John's eyes widened and he stared at the man in shock. Did he say- "You're a time traveler?" he gaped, shaking himself so as not to panic. A terminator's story had never been so elaborate. Besides, if he was a machine he would have attacked John the moment he was close enough.
"That's... I mean, do you know of many people who are, erm, time travelers? And do you, say, travel into the future?"
"Yep, time traveller; that's me!" The Doctor raised an eyebrow at John's shocked expression. Really, you'd think people had never heard of time travel! Oh, sure, loads of people from loads of times and places didn't think it was actually possible, but the concept itself shouldn't have been too strange.
At least John wasn't protesting that it wasn't possible. No, he seemed curious, and curiosity was good. Curiosity made people think and question and learn.
"I don't know as many as I used to," he answered as they continued up the steps. "But as for myself, yes, I've travelled to the future. I've travelled all through time: the past, the future, and the distant past, and the far, far future..."
Yep, the stairs definitely gave Elena the creeps. It wasn't as though she hadn't been in scarier situations before, of course. But she couldn't quite get rid of the feeling that this place probably wasn't the most fun to hang around in at night.
She determidly placed herself in-between the two boys. They had the weapons, afterall. It only made sense that they should get first shot at the possible danger up ahead, right?
Reno let out an exasperated, but tolerant, huff of breath. "Just--duck for now, okay? Christ. We'll find you something to beat the shit out of stuff later."
He was still ticked that Schuldig had jacked Elena's--other Elena's (this was freaking wrong, that he had to differentiate between Elenas)--gun, but it was more on principle than anything. The thing only had one bullet in it.
At least Elena knew to take her place in the middle, which meant he didn't have to bother to tell her to move there and could just keep walking. Number of spoken words saved: ....
...Oh screw it. He was too lazy to calculate that out.
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He could easily watch for things while Roy tried to get a door open. And that way Roy didn't have to worry or feel pressured that something was going to jump out and grab one of them.
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"That sounds like a plan," he agreed, knowing that Hughes would cover him despite his less-than-perfect eyesight. He had his glasses, so it wasn't really a concern. He was a perfect shot with his knives so long as he was wearing those, after all.
Roy reached the top of the stairs, relieved that they had made it to the second floor without any trouble.
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The stairwell was quiet, though Near couldn't be certain if they were the first to travel this particular hall. The thought that the pharmacy might already have been raided was troubling, but one that ultimately wouldn't matter. If he couldn't get the information and materials he needed that night, then there would easily be others.
Studying the darkness carefully, observing everything as he went, Near proceeded forward.
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Well, he had said he was a detective, hadn't he? The gargoyle wondered what sorts of messes Elisa had seen that she'd never mentioned to them...
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It was a bit better once Matt was on the stairs, but he was rushing up them with more speed than you'd think he would want to use after his past experiences there. He'd probably regret it more once he reached the top.
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John entered the stairwell and began climbing upward, shining his flashlight up. He felt bad for being so short with the man who was doing him a favor by accompanying him. He didn't want to come off as a massive dick. The guy seemed nice enough and there wasn't anything too strange about him that made John think he was a machine. Perhaps it was time to be a bit nicer to him.
"So. can I ask you a question?" he said, pausing in the stairway to catch his breath. "It might seem a bit odd, but, what year is it where you came from?"
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He paused momentarily at the foot of the stairwell, considering the boy's question. "No, not odd at all," he said, starting up the stairs. People were from different times here, so he could easily tell the boy a specific year and leave it at that, but... He'd been asked directly, and so he would answer honestly. "I'm- not from any one time." He had been once, originally, when he was young, but such things were more or less meaningless to his people. Perhaps he could still be said to belong to that era, but with Gallifrey gone, it seemed irrelevant.
"Last time I was on Earth before I ended up here- immediately before I ended up here- it was the year 2008. A bit before that, I was in 1926. I'm a time traveller."
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"That's... I mean, do you know of many people who are, erm, time travelers? And do you, say, travel into the future?"
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At least John wasn't protesting that it wasn't possible. No, he seemed curious, and curiosity was good. Curiosity made people think and question and learn.
"I don't know as many as I used to," he answered as they continued up the steps. "But as for myself, yes, I've travelled to the future. I've travelled all through time: the past, the future, and the distant past, and the far, far future..."
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Yep, the stairs definitely gave Elena the creeps. It wasn't as though she hadn't been in scarier situations before, of course. But she couldn't quite get rid of the feeling that this place probably wasn't the most fun to hang around in at night.
She determidly placed herself in-between the two boys. They had the weapons, afterall. It only made sense that they should get first shot at the possible danger up ahead, right?
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He was still ticked that Schuldig had jacked Elena's--other Elena's (this was freaking wrong, that he had to differentiate between Elenas)--gun, but it was more on principle than anything. The thing only had one bullet in it.
At least Elena knew to take her place in the middle, which meant he didn't have to bother to tell her to move there and could just keep walking. Number of spoken words saved: ....
...Oh screw it. He was too lazy to calculate that out.
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