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Post by The Monk on Aug 1, 2011 1:47:58 GMT -5
 It had been a while since he’d been to America, and as the minutes crept by, he began to remember why that was. He’d emerged from his TARDIS (now resembling a trash can) into an alley, which at least explained its choice of disguise. Detritus from the neighboring buildings littered both sides of the narrow corridor, and the Monk’s nose wrinkled instinctively as he picked his way to the sidewalk. He lingered on a street corner to get his bearings, which proved to be largely unnecessary, because nothing very interesting was happening. For a city this bustling and frankly noisy, it was incredible. They just went to and fro, most without even looking at each other, no interaction at all. But the Monk knew where the real action would be happening. Working on the assumption that there would be a map near the subway for the tourist types— which he was, just from further away than usual— he headed for the nearest station. It was just as busy, and just as uneventful. He briefly thought about stirring up trouble, then dismissed the idea. Too risky. He didn’t know anyone here, and with so many people he’d be bound to be caught if he did try something. Stick to the original plan. City Hall would be the perfect place for him to work; insinuate himself into the government, keep an eye on Dan White. That was after all why he was here. Sauntering casually over to the map, he was soon able to figure out which route he needed to take. Now all he had to do was wait... no, there was the small matter of buying a ticket. Stupid currency. Luckily (well, actually luck had nothing to do with it; he’d taken some from a homeless man’s donation hat) the Monk had just enough money to purchase his ticket. The man behind the counter gave him an odd look as he hesitated counting out the amount, but he relaxed after the Monk exchanged some pleasantries with him. Belatedly the Time Lord realized he might have thought he was English, which provided the most perfect excuse for the confusion over currency. Most Gallifreyan accents did sound that way to human ears, as long as you had a working translation circuit in your TARDIS. Otherwise you’d have to know English, a skill the Monk had never considered top priority. It was much easier just to rely on technology to do the work for you. The one exception to this was Latin; he’d learned it originally as subterfuge, the better to go undercover as a monk, but he’d grown to legitimately respect the language and even harbored some affection for it. The train arrived, squealing to a halt before the doors opened and emitted a bewildering stream of people. Once the stream had slowed to a trickle, he and the others were able to board. The Monk found a seat near the door, instinctively planning for retreat in case it should be necessary. As it turned out, his paranoia wasn’t entirely unjustified, because not five minutes after the cars began their jolting movement again, the lights started to flicker. He happened to glance upward seconds before the screaming started, so he got a sneak preview of its cause. A batlike creature clung to the ceiling, gnawing away at the lights. The stupid thing was going to electrocute itself. Well, good riddance if it did. If it was idiotic enough to eat through the casing on a fluorescent, then it deserved whatever it got. There was a sudden flurry of sparks as it finally reached its goal, but it simply munched away on the light bulb within. It seemed completely unaffected by the many volts of electricity bombarding its frame, and in fact must have been enjoying the sensation, because it soon moved on to the next light. Then some fool human couldn’t leave well enough alone— they never could, as a rule— and decided to poke it with a stick. Literally. A man who was inexplicably carrying a baseball bat prodded the beast with it. Quite naturally, it didn’t like that, and rounded on the human with its serpentine fangs bared. The screaming really started then, especially when it lashed out with its tongue and began throttling him; and as if that weren’t bad enough, when the prehensile tongue made contact with flesh, it began to sizzle with the most awful sound and accompanying smell. The Monk emphatically did not want to remain here, not if strangling were involved. He leapt up and rushed to the door, but the subway walls were still flashing past; the authorities had no idea what was happening yet. In consternation he pressed his nose against the glass, willing the vehicle to slow down, but it didn’t. And as he glanced over his shoulder, he saw that the alien had finished with its first victim and was moving on to the next. It was only a matter of time before it reached him. And then a thought occurred to him. Electrophilic... then perhaps it was hydrophobic. “Has anybody got water? Anyone at all?” he shouted to the car at large. He didn't have to raise his voice much. Something about his deep tone carried a long way, cutting even through the panic permeating the enclosed space.
t a g valkyri
n o t e s so it begins!
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Post by Valkyri on Aug 2, 2011 14:40:54 GMT -5
i must confess , [/i][/b][/size][/font]  i’m in love with my own sins ![/i][/b][/size][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Of course, there were many ways which those of other worlds leaned of trouble on earth. Some noticed it on scanners, some found it by accident and Valkyri...well she found out by talking to people. She had been sat in a coffee shop along the piers watching the boards move around the San Francisco bay. There was something beautiful about this city that she loved, the air bayside was cold after all it was inter but people still flocked here. Green eyes watched the huge ocean liners coming in and out of the freight terminals. Massive red ships with containers on their way to far off lands and the other side of the world with export goods ready for delivery. She couldn't help but find that amazing.
It had been something said in passing, a comment about a strange experience on the BART that run under the city that pricked her interest. Sure things underground were scary places but this sounded...very strange indeed. Valkyri had taken to her feet, wondered the few blocks to the nearest station the Embarcadero. It was a new station, opened just two years prior and it was a lot brighter than the last time she had been here...mind you the last time she had been here had been in 1996 when she went to see Rancid play at The Gilman Street Project in Richmond. Maybe it was a sign that she had been to earth too many times that she knew exactly how to use the ticket machine, or maybe it was the fact she read the instruction plaque that was beside the little coin machine.
Once she had done that she broken in to a run taking the stairs down underground as she heard a train pull in under ground. Shoving through the crowds coming off the train she pushed her way on to it, almost falling over a guy sat by the door and flopping in to one of the seats on the other side. These trains were weird though, they were big, wide and the windows huge. It was almost like flying under ground in a glass tube. San Francisco certainly liked to think that it was at the forefront of modern technology and it was. In a few years time this city would become home to some of the greatest scientists. In a couple of hundred it would be home to some of the biggest space explorers and through the ages. Which on this train would have thought in four hundred years time their bright orange bridge would become a symbol for the planet?
She could feel the pressure change as they descended in to the transbay tube, hundreds of meters under the water and yet above the ground. She could feel the train starting to go wrong, the lights, the movement and the cause of the problem soon became clear...great. It didn't take long for all hell to break loose and Valkyri found herself jumping in to action. She stood up and vaulted over one of the seats and began half running half climbing over the two of them. Without asking she snatched a bottle of water off a woman before the words had even escaped the man. With his last word she took the top off it and launched it across the carriage smacking in to the creature. It screamed, loudly, she covered her ears as the windows of the train moved and shattered and were blown through the carriage on the wind from the tunnel.
“Fuck. Sorry guys.”
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AND IT’S FOR The Monk
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 726
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO what's playing?
AND WE’RE WEARING here
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? next one will be better I swear
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Post by The Monk on Aug 10, 2011 2:06:55 GMT -5
Well! These humans could be gratifyingly surprising sometimes, couldn't they? The Monk watched admiringly as a girl he hadn't really noticed before reacted with lightning-quick reflexes. Whatever its planet of origin, it seemed his supposition had been correct. As the water made contact with its flesh it let out an ear- and window-shattering screech, and an acrid smell filled the car. However, it hadn't been a lethal blow. If anything, it was only angrier now as it turned its blood-red gaze on the one who'd shouted. The Monk's head whipped left, then right, but there was absolutely nowhere to hide. Bad, bad, bad— and it just kept getting worse. With its skin sizzling where the water had hit, the alien dropped from the ceiling and began crawling determinedly towards the Monk, who pressed himself into the marginally further away cavity where the door was. This was, however, a futile gesture, as in this constricted space, nowhere was really safe. He displayed a bug-eyed expression of abject terror until he swallowed it with difficulty, and when he spoke, he sounded much calmer than he felt. "Oh, I wouldn't kill me if I were you," he said in soothing tones, "I could be terribly useful to you if only you'd give me half a chance." He peered round the car, hoping someone else might join him, but then he realized even if the alien were capable of speech, these humans would never understand it. In fact, they probably hadn't understood what he'd just said. Or would they? He'd never entirely understood how the translation circuit worked.
t a g valkyri
n o t e s don't beat yourself up! i really enjoyed all the details about san francisco. =)
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Post by Valkyri on Aug 13, 2011 6:01:08 GMT -5
i must confess , [/i][/b][/size][/font] i’m in love with my own sins ![/i][/b][/size][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Well humans would have been surprising if she had been human, no this guy wasn't human at all she she knew it. Her Gallifreyan time senses were all over the place again, god it was like they were all coming out the wood work. There were more Time Lords than she had though, though so far she hadn't come across a true blooded Gallifreyan like herself yet. Seemed there were no single hearted undergraduates out there, which sucked more than she though it would.
Still she didn't quite know what to do, she didn't know if she should just beat the crap out of the creature or you know, just let the guy deal with it. It took a few moments before she decided that she had to deal with the creature. Looking around the car she spotted the guy with the baseball bat in a giants shirt and grinned to herself. “Excuse me could I borrow that for a moment sir?” she asked in her best polite voice...which normally got her what she wanted. Valkyri had learned one thing in particular on Earth over the times she had visited here... That if you bat your eyelashes and ask nicely and you are a girl chances are you might get what you want. Christ the people here really pandered it was kinda weird in a strange way.
That aside the guy handed over the bat with a nod of the head and she took the steps between herself, the cowering Time lord and the alien with nothing other and sheer confidence. “Alright break it up before I put one of you in the naughty corner.” She had clearly understood what the man was saying, though everyone else looked very scared and or freaked out. “Now, come on, lets be friends, your running around on a subway in a city scaring people thats why they were freaking out at you...hell they would kill their own kind for doing that.” Sad but true. “Now calm down, lets get out of here and work something out shall we?”
Valkyri was trying to be calm about the entire situation but she couldn't see it lasting long, in all her months wondering the universe she hadn't met anyone who was in this bad a mood they just shot Jack over and over again. Bloody typical. Still she tried to talk it out first, it was what her parents had taught her to do, you talk it out and then if that doesn't work you take action. The hard part was the fact talking never worked.
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AND IT’S FOR The Monk
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 726
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO what's playing?
AND WE’RE WEARING here
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? next one will be better I swear
THANKS FOR THE HARD WORK template (c) - bethasaur ftw . of CAUTION 2.0 |
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