Nov. 22nd, 2010

usedreturn: (the time of angels)
[The Pokegear clatters to the ground along with the rest of the Doctor's equipment--he runs forward a few steps, appearing onscreen at an odd angle given where the camera's lying. The background is dark and rocky--Union Cave, perhaps?]

No, nonono she can't have gotten away, the worst ones always get away, not this time--

[Out of breath from all that running (human bodies were so unreliable, what with one heart and all) the suit-wearing Doctor leaned on a rocky wall with an expression that, while hard to see in the darkness, was unmistakably Not Pleased. And when the Doctor is Not Pleased, things tend to get a bit messy.]

...She won't get away. Not from me, not for long. They always come back, and I always win in the end. The Master, the Daleks, the Cybermen, I can handle all that. One human won't be any trouble once I find her.

[There was an odd air of determination to the Doctor as he straightened up, dusted off his suit (which, incidentally, was covered in dust, dirt, and grass stains; he's not had an easy few days) and strode right over to his Pokegear to pick it up. He was smiling by this point--the smile of a man who enjoyed a challenge and was going to meet it with all he had. The Doctor's sentences were short, his voice calm and determined.]

Chrome. I'm coming back to Violet.

Phoenix, you had better still be recuperating. If I come back and find out you're dead, I'm going to be very cross indeed.

As for the rest of you--especially you, yes you Dahlia--I don't give up. Don't know how.

This isn't over.

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