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☄ 003; [video/action]
Oct. 30th, 2010 11:54 amTold you so.
[The video comes from a rather low perspective--propped up against a pixelated tree.]
See that? [The Doctor points behind him, at a skeletal Kabutops stalking about.] That, odds are, is what's causing this mess. Not so scary, really. Though I don't know what's keeping it walking. Can't be Vashta Nerada, it's broad daylight.
Well. This is a thing that needs investigating. Can't very well investigate it when it's stalking about with those knives on its arms.
[With that, he lifts a rather large wrench onto his shoulder. Where'd he get a wrench? Better not to ask.]
Now I'm really not one for violence. But no sonic screwdriver, no TARDIS, and Adric's certainly being rubbish to help where he's all boxy. And this whatever-it-is isn't alive, it can't be. This is a thing that by all logic should not be walking around and yet there it is.
So if you'll excuse me.
[Wrench in hand, he followed the skeleton offscreen, chasing it down with a rather loud 'geronimo' folowed by the unmistakable sound of a wrench whacking the hell out of a skeleton.]
[The video comes from a rather low perspective--propped up against a pixelated tree.]
See that? [The Doctor points behind him, at a skeletal Kabutops stalking about.] That, odds are, is what's causing this mess. Not so scary, really. Though I don't know what's keeping it walking. Can't be Vashta Nerada, it's broad daylight.
Well. This is a thing that needs investigating. Can't very well investigate it when it's stalking about with those knives on its arms.
[With that, he lifts a rather large wrench onto his shoulder. Where'd he get a wrench? Better not to ask.]
Now I'm really not one for violence. But no sonic screwdriver, no TARDIS, and Adric's certainly being rubbish to help where he's all boxy. And this whatever-it-is isn't alive, it can't be. This is a thing that by all logic should not be walking around and yet there it is.
So if you'll excuse me.
[Wrench in hand, he followed the skeleton offscreen, chasing it down with a rather loud 'geronimo' folowed by the unmistakable sound of a wrench whacking the hell out of a skeleton.]
