Father. That's her father. That's Rory Williams, in the flesh, dead as a doornail, shot through the head, bleeding on the couch, not breathing, gone, life out of his eyes -- ]
[She sucks in a breath, ragged and harsh, because -- no, this needs to not be real, but it is, and River -- River is the only person who can stop this. Who must stop this. Who can stop this.]
[It's kind of a mystery, at first. The shadows of the Doctor- she'd know that voice anywhere, the glimpse of two someone else's in the room. The contempt and disgust that laced that voice; the voice she'd always had such faith in, so content to just listen to... It made her stomach twist.]
[But then the light switches on, and the bodies come into view. Unconscious- they had to be unconscious. ... But they weren't, were they? That was truly the Master, strapped to the chair, dead as any Time Lord could be.
And Rory. Rory. Her Rory, her husband, his friend, sitting there, lifeless and broken with a bullet in his head. For a moment, Amy thought she might be sick. Or would have been, if she could grasp control of any part of her body.]
Rory! Doctor- You-- [It can't be him. He can't have done it, it's not- But it is. That was most assuredly Rory Williams; dead, strapped to a chair and knocked over like he was nothing more than a doll.]
How could you!?
[Incredulity, the shrill of her voice only more show for it. How could he? How dare he? -- Sorry River, but your rules meant nothing now. Rory was gone, by the Doctor's hand, and Amy was not about to sit at home and let her husband be alone.]
[private/Unhackable]haspaceteethOctober 2 2011, 04:47:23 UTC
[That's a voice he hadn't expected to enjoy hearing. Maybe its the fact that he'd seen his little shooting display earlier in the week, or maybe its the amusement he's showing, but either way there's a flash of interest on the Doctor's face as he turns to regard the PCD.]
An old storage facility about a twenty minute walk from Falling Water, although the exact coordinates would really depend on what kind of hello you had in mind...
video - [private/Unhackable]jackedthenameOctober 2 2011, 04:57:37 UTC
[He switches it to video, then, and gives the Doctor a little fingerwave. A tad playfully:] Bit of an adrenaline rush when you kill, isn't there? Or is it different for you lot? I was thinking of helping you take care of it.
video - [private/Unhackable]haspaceteethOctober 2 2011, 06:44:13 UTC
[His expression remains blank for a moment as he regards the image of the captain, as he tries to determine if this is a trick.....
... or a rather tempting offer.]
I suppose you could call it... an adrenaline rush. The equivalent just with... different... chemicals- did you say take care of it? [And then, that smirk is taking over his face, and with a little push of a button, there are coordinates being sent to him.] Let's see what you can manage, then, Captain.
[That's the Master, her friend, falling over dead at the hands of that- that alien piece of CRAP. She feels sick, she can't breathe, she's covering her mouth with her hands to keep from throwing up.]
video; 2/2 i lied :|sonny_delightOctober 2 2011, 05:49:23 UTC
[It takes her a second to get good and angry at the Doctor for doing this to him. What did the Master ever do to deserve this, except kill a few people who didn't matter? The Master gave him his hearts, and he stomped on him, broke his hearts, and now killed him. The injustice of it all gets her good and pissed off, some of that demonic fire finally coming back to her as her horrified face contorts into rage.]
What the HELL did you do to him? I'm going to hunt you down and make you pay for this. [Spoiler no she won't. Time Lords aren't supernatural enough for her to Spidey Sense and her give-a-shit turns into a pumpkin at midnight.] He was your friend, you monster!
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Father. That's her father. That's Rory Williams, in the flesh, dead as a doornail, shot through the head, bleeding on the couch, not breathing, gone, life out of his eyes -- ]
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[She clicks a bullet into her gun.]
Catch me if you can.
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[And he, in turn, raises his little pistol and spins the chamber idly with his thumb.]
Considering which one of us has been running the longest? I believe I will.
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And Rory. Rory. Her Rory, her husband, his friend, sitting there, lifeless and broken with a bullet in his head. For a moment, Amy thought she might be sick. Or would have been, if she could grasp control of any part of her body.]
No.. No!
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How could you!?
[Incredulity, the shrill of her voice only more show for it. How could he? How dare he? -- Sorry River, but your rules meant nothing now. Rory was gone, by the Doctor's hand, and Amy was not about to sit at home and let her husband be alone.]
Where are you? Tell me where you are!
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[Without hesitation. Cold and calculated.
Like when she stared down the Dalek. On the eve of the Pandorica's opening.]
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Where are you, then? I'll come say hello.
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An old storage facility about a twenty minute walk from Falling Water, although the exact coordinates would really depend on what kind of hello you had in mind...
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... or a rather tempting offer.]
I suppose you could call it... an adrenaline rush. The equivalent just with... different... chemicals- did you say take care of it? [And then, that smirk is taking over his face, and with a little push of a button, there are coordinates being sent to him.] Let's see what you can manage, then, Captain.
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[That's the Master, her friend, falling over dead at the hands of that- that alien piece of CRAP. She feels sick, she can't breathe, she's covering her mouth with her hands to keep from throwing up.]
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What the HELL did you do to him? I'm going to hunt you down and make you pay for this. [Spoiler no she won't. Time Lords aren't supernatural enough for her to Spidey Sense and her give-a-shit turns into a pumpkin at midnight.] He was your friend, you monster!
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[Hello, Sonja. Meet River Song. She is officially done with today's shit.]
If you care about your friend at all, leave the Doctor to me.
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Hello, River Song. Meet the demon of pansies. She'll be here all week.]
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You may do what you like with the humans of this city. I care not. But raise a hand against me and I shall feed it to you as an example for the rest.
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