nitro_is_ace: (You love me anyway)
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Ace is humming happily in her TARDIS' control room, a mug of cocoa steaming on a flat bit of paneling, as she decides where they're off to next. Sure, it's fantastic traveling around with her husband.

But sometimes?

There's a need for sibling time.

Date: 2010-02-21 07:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
"Y'should stay here, with the ship. I won't be but a moment..." Ace rambles as she pulls out her rucksack, stuffing her home-made entropy-encouragers inside.

Date: 2010-02-22 03:15 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (h b&w stare)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Raven rolls his eyes.

Theatrically.

"That, I think, is not so much likely."

She will just have to deal.

Date: 2010-02-22 03:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
Ace spares her brother a glance over her shoulder, frowning in his direction.
"Don't be silly." She asks the impossible, "I do have it in me t'be quick, y'know."

It's possible she's purposefully misunderstanding, here.

Date: 2010-02-22 03:21 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (h b&w stare)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
"Not with this, perhaps."

Skeptical is not his middle name.

But if he had one, maybe it would be.

Date: 2010-02-22 03:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
"Raven, m'serious. Just goin' t'clear out whatever grounded us, an' when we're off. I'll be right back." There's an ornery gleam in her eyes that does not speak well for her willingness to back down.

Date: 2010-02-22 03:30 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (bird close flying)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
He snorts.

But when she moves for the door, she's going to fine herself with a black-feathered shadow.

Raven is fast when he wants to be.

And he cheats.

Date: 2010-02-22 03:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
Two steps outside the TARDIS, and she's well aware she's being followed. The plain they've landed on is a blasted wreak, reminiscent more of much of Western Europe during the 'Great' War more than anything else. She snarls, furiously, but as she turns to give her brother the tongue-lashing of his life she catches sight of silver out of the corner of her eye.

"DOWN!" She howls, and dives off into one of the many churned ruts before the Dalek's shot can flash-fry her.

Date: 2010-02-22 03:53 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (bird close flying)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Raven, like Macavity, is not there.

It is uncanny.

The only question is -- where did he go?

Date: 2010-02-22 03:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
Ace gets the impression (which she hopes is true, hopes desperately is true) that if Raven were to get himself killed, it'd be a rather impressive end. He's too old, too canny, too stubborn to just disappear. So she bites back the panicked cries and pushes on, half running, half crawling along various ruts and holes, heading deeper into the chaos.

Date: 2010-02-22 04:01 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (h b&w stare)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
She will find Raven somewhere among one of those ruts, poking at the charred remains of a Dalek.

He looks a little charred around the edges himself.

But only a little.

Call it gathering information.

Or, you know, taking a breather.

"That, I think, was tricky."

Date: 2010-02-22 04:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
She gives him an anxious visual once-over.

Then, once she's relatively assured he's okay, she snarls at him.

"I said wait at the TARDIS, Adobebutt. This isn't your fight." If the Daleks kill him, she won't know what to do with herself.

Date: 2010-02-22 04:09 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (h b&w stare)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
"That, I think, is not so much for you to say."

Fire flickers in his eyes for a moment.

It may also play at his fingertips, but given the mud that they are crouching in -- this may be highly unlikely.

Date: 2010-02-22 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
"I don't..." She bites her lower lip, gnawing in a worried manner that has the potential of becoming habitual if this ... thing, goes on for too long.

But, if she's being honest with herself, she can't stop him.

She's never had the ability to stop him from doing much of anything.

"Don't get hurt. I'm lost if y'get hurt." She blurts, suddenly, then abruptly continues on her path towards the center of the maelstrom of fire and screams.

Date: 2010-02-22 04:21 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (h b&w stare)
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"Bodies die. I do not."

It is all there is of comfort he has to offer, and it probably isn't much.

So it goes.

He keeps moving anyway, fingers already tangling through a knot of red-gold thread.

Date: 2010-02-22 04:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
She's all for being cautious, getting out of this mess before the war can drag her in before its time, but...

Then the screaming resolves into words she understands.

Gallfreyan.

The part of her that remembers fifty years of peaceful, regulated life with friends (and some not) howls furiously at that, and suddenly, she's gone, completely abandoning her hidden tracks to lunge across the blasted plain, Nitro-9 in hand.

Oops.

Date: 2010-02-22 04:36 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (h b&w stare)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Well, that narrows Raven's likely choices of action.

Which is to say he abruptly pulls two knots tight.

And blows a small phalanx of Daleks on the high ground into so much smoking wreckage.

Too bad there are a lot more waiting in the wings.

Uh oh.

Date: 2010-02-22 04:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
There are two young Time Lords trapped under the crossfire of the encroaching Daleks armies, both in the green and brown robes of the Arcalian chapter of the academy - researchers, academics, not warriors. One looks terrified... the other is beyond such things, and Ace feels the familiar tingle of a Gallifreyan's regenerative energy underneath her hands as she helps haul the damaged lad out of immediate danger.
There are startled demands for identification from the surviving Arcalian, but Ace's answer, falsely confident in firm Prydonian accents soon calms the mini-storm.

She still isn't entirely sure what to do about the surviving Daleks.

The nearest ten suddenly come to a fiery end as she sends some nitro in their direction. Let'm chew on that for a bit.

Date: 2010-02-26 02:25 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (h b&w stare)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Several others simply cease to exist.

Or maybe they just decompose.

Meanwhile, Raven moves up behind Ace, head tilting ever so slightly.

"You are so much for having a plan, perhaps?"

Date: 2010-02-26 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
Ace grabs the collar of his coat and pulls him aside. The surviving young Time Lord kneels by the body of his companion, babbling about how it's going to be alright, traumatic regenerations can't be as bad as they're taught.

"They're worse." Ace mutters, wincing. "An' no, I haven't a plan, bird. An' I don't like this combination. Last time this happened, I nearly crossed m'own time stream, an' spent sommat like a week fightin'.

Date: 2010-02-26 02:51 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] creator_raven
He tilts his head, hands busy twisting a few more knots in his skein of thread.

Another Dalek bites the dust.

Metaphorically.

"Leaving will also be tricky, yes?"

Date: 2010-02-26 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
"Hellacious." Ace replies, shifting her stance as the ground rumbles under their feet. "The planet's not handlin' the temporal stress well. We'll be bloody lucky if... oh no."

She's not looking at her brother, or the Daleks that have reorganized and are once again heading in their direction. She's looking at the regenerating Gallifreyan, who's once-boyish features are beginning to crack and meld.

The screaming has started. They teach, on Gallifrey, that those undergoing a regeneration tend not to feel any pain. How can they, when the nerves are, in effect, no longer connected to anything that might record what they transmit?

The surviving Gallifreyan looks rather green. It's not a good color for him.

Date: 2010-02-26 03:13 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (h b&w stare)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
"Possibly passing out is better," Raven observes.

Helpfully.

His fingers twitch the thread into a more complex array of knotwork, and somewhere out in the madness of battle a sinkhole opens up and swallows a phalanx of the enemy.

One day maybe an archaeologist will find them and be very confused.

Date: 2010-02-26 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
The archeologist might be dead, if those Daleks survive their entombment. One might feel sorry for him.

Back in the current time, Ace winces, and tries very hard not to think about how her Doctor was killed.

"Right. So we can pretty much guarantee that there's plenty of people on both sides here, they don't need us." It's not entirely clear who she's trying to convince here - Raven... or herself. "He might even be here. We just need t'free my TARDIS an' bug out."

Date: 2010-02-26 03:24 am (UTC)
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Raven makes something else explode, messily, then turns to Ace.

"There are instructions? I am, I think, not so good with electronics."

Among other things.

Date: 2010-02-26 03:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com
There's a bit of green gunk in her hair. Ace is trying not to think about it. She's mostly failing miserably. Emphasis on miserable. The screaming is still going on. And it seems the other young Time Lord is in the process of losing his breakfast.

"Instructions are for wimps." Ace sighs, scrubbing the side of her face furthest away from the green gunk. "The interference is from..." She consults a small, boxy, beeping thing from her pocket, and points away to the north. "There."

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