110 flames | voice
Oct. 29th, 2009 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lolijesusAll these people, I have to--
How many people in the pumpkin patch can hear me? If you can respond and need help, I'll try to find you as fast as I can.
Is everyone that got out all right? If you got out but need help getting to the hospital, I'll find you.
[ooc; you're welcome to say she helped you out wherever. All responses are assumed voice]
How many people in the pumpkin patch can hear me? If you can respond and need help, I'll try to find you as fast as I can.
Is everyone that got out all right? If you got out but need help getting to the hospital, I'll find you.
[ooc; you're welcome to say she helped you out wherever. All responses are assumed voice]
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voice; TYKI GET OUT is not a fact. 8(
Date: 2009-10-30 03:12 am (UTC)voice; You're right that's an order B|
Date: 2009-10-30 03:14 am (UTC)voice; ... /leaves, takes Tyki with B|
Date: 2009-10-30 03:19 am (UTC)[there's a pause - an actual break in the transmission, not just silence. then it resumes to Tyki's casual laugh.]
I suppose that's understandable.
voice; ...... WAIT SINCE WHEN DO PEOPLE LISTEN TO ME.
Date: 2009-10-30 03:22 am (UTC)voice; ARE YOU SAYING I SHOULDN'T HAVE LISTENED.
Date: 2009-10-30 03:23 am (UTC)voice; NO, I JUST DIDN'T EXPECT YOU TO.
Date: 2009-10-30 03:26 am (UTC)voice; well. FINE. ... ... ...
Date: 2009-10-30 03:28 am (UTC)voice; Good. :>
Date: 2009-10-30 03:30 am (UTC)I already have.As long as people are safe, it doesn't matter.
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Date: 2009-10-30 03:51 am (UTC)voice; - 1/2
Date: 2009-10-30 03:58 am (UTC)voice;
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Date: 2009-10-30 04:03 am (UTC)voice;
Date: 2009-10-30 04:15 am (UTC)voice;
Date: 2009-10-30 05:03 am (UTC)If someone commits to helping people out, they should at least keep to their word...
I'm in a room and it's giving me rules to follow and this is completely ridiculous.
[Quiet crunching noise]
Agh, and the walls are lined with--razor...I think...yes, it's mirrors. [angry, close to yelling] Ridiculous, over the top, showboating rubbish fuck of a room!
[deeply sarcastic] If it's all the same to you I wouldn't mind getting out of here. Really. I'd be ecstatic.
voice - action in the next tag?
Date: 2009-10-30 05:12 am (UTC)action; I guess so. If this isn't what you mean, I shall retry!
Date: 2009-10-30 05:36 am (UTC)The Master glared at his Network Device before shoving it back into his pocket. All around him, surrounding him where he stood, were mirrors. Jagged shards of treated glass that reflected him back to himself. He'd generally be quite a fan of this sort of thing only not quite so much if they were going to gradually close in and impale him. He wasn't even certain he'd be able to regenerate properly if he was crushed--he hated the idea of having to resort to that snake-thing again. And he'd be stuck like that; no Time Lords to give him another set of regenerations this time.
"It gave me instructions," he decided to say out loud, instead of thinking too much about the issue of regeneration. Not quite the time yet. "It told me that one of the mirror shards was my key out but that I'd have to face myself multiple times before escaping." He rolled his eyes. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? There's only about two metres square at this point; they can hardly expect me to fight a clone." He snickered, aware he was talking through his problems and planning out loud. Rassilon. He must be stressed. He hadn't done that so badly since the Tremas body.
"And there's nothing wrong with me. I like me."
On a whim, he turned around and yanked at a piece of mirror and then yelped as his fingers came away bloody. Instinctively, he put his fingers in his mouth, tasting the spark of artron energy. Looking ruefully at the bloodied piece of mirror, he blinked. Then, abruptly, he was once again eight, and staring into the Untempered Schism. It hurt every part of him that was attuned to time, even at such a young age, and yet...and yet he couldn't look away, and the pounding rose in his ears and his mind...
He came back to himself on the floor of the mirrored room, gasping for breath.
That wasn't the right shard, said the voice in his mind that had explained the rules earlier. You'd better keep looking, time is running out...
The Master tried to speak, to retort somehow but it came out as a strangled noise. He coughed, clearing his throat.
"Petty hypnotism," he said, trying to sound calm and dismissive. "If they really think they'll put me off with that, they have no idea who it is they're dealing with."
action; it works! also, orz, sorry this is a tad long for a tag.
Date: 2009-10-30 06:39 am (UTC)There was no real estimation of how much time it took him to find the place – he was in no hurry. After all, it was only a mild sense of intrigue leading him. Still, he found it quickly enough for all of that – a glass room and a man trapped inside, looking for all the world as if he was ranting to himself in the closed space.
Well. That certainly sounded like the person who’d popped up on the network out of nowhere.
It wasn’t his trap, and the fact that the mirrors were something real helped him, too. Tyki chose not to let them touch him and so he passed through the glass like a ghost before growing abruptly solid inside the room, all gentlemanly vagueness in a suit. He glanced about once, across the walls and the shards closing in.
His mouth flicked into a sharp, wry grin.
When he looked at the mirrors, he thought that he could see teeth splitting open, bones cracked out of outstretched fingers, blood on scarred crosses—but this wasn’t meant to be his nightmare, was it? Tyki could look away from it all. He chose that, too, and looked back to the man for whom the trap had been meant.
“I’m not surprised they caught you, in this case,” he remarked in place of an actual greeting or introduction. He tucked his hands into his pockets and spoke wryly, as if they were meeting somewhere open instead of in a close room full of shards that nobody but a complete cheater could escape on his own. As if he hadn't just walked through the glass that the man had been trying to crack. “Did you spend all the time you should have used in running talking instead?”
action; YOURS is long? Look at MINE. XD I can't shut up!
Date: 2009-10-30 07:04 am (UTC)Well-presented, casual, official--the bastard had stolen his look, the Master thought to himself. He was potentially not as rational as he might have been, not after four more visions and trying, besides, to concentrate on basic blood-control.
Even if it had been his look the man had stolen, the Master barely looked the part right now: suit jacket torn from where he'd kept backing into the razor-sharp walls, the rest of his clothing tattered and filthy from rolling around in the bloody basement...
The least he could do was stop looking like the room was bothering him.
"I was doing a tour of the pumpkin patch," he said, looking almost bored, his eyes hooded. "I didn't assume there'd be anything to run from in particular and if there was, I'd have no problem defending myself against it." He shrugged, smiling slightly. "Obviously, I was caught off guard." His eyes flicked to the side of the man, almost against his will and his smile faltered. Five visions weak, he was almost sucked back into the easy hypnotism of the walls of the room before he caught himself and brought his eyes back to look at the man, and the look of nonchalance back onto his face. "I could get out of here but I'd rather not have to, it's really rather annoying." He raised his eyebrows. "Are you here to point out 'what I'm doing wrong' or are you actually going to help me get out?"
action; ... point. nothing wrong with length, I guess!
From:action; Our wordiness is clearly just demonstrative of our intelligence. Obviously. XD
From:action; let me know if anything in this tag doesn't work for you! \o
From:action; Haha, I totally copped out. It's too late to invent new biology.
From:action; ffff, it reaaally is. I'll respond tomorrow?
From:action; Good bloody plan. -___-
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From:action; Long post is long.
From:action; late post is late!
From:action; SORRY I'M LATE GUYS, THIS PUMPKIN PATCH IS HUGE
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From:action; Ah, but it exists, and that's what really matters. Whoa, flip, he needs a Hikaru. XD
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Date: 2009-10-30 05:06 am (UTC)voice;
Date: 2009-10-30 05:18 am (UTC)