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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 16:58:54 GMT -5
here we are pal.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 2, 2016 17:00:51 GMT -5
(yezp)
(So, how is this all going to start? Forest again? Or maybe something else? Going off of the old plot? Or something? Idk)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 17:04:05 GMT -5
[[ hm idk. i mean, we could do the doctor who universe and your guy's universe happening in the same, and the doctor whisking them away, or fighting with them, or a bit of both? ]]
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 2, 2016 17:10:22 GMT -5
(It might be me being dumb™ but could you explain that a lil further? Agh I'm kinda confused sorry)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 17:14:26 GMT -5
[[ like, instead of them being from different universes, they could be from the same one? like, the earth that the doctor knows would be the earth that they know, and of course he's around trying to save it cause that's what he does, and he runs into them? idk is that clear i'm bad at explaining. ]]
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 2, 2016 17:16:51 GMT -5
(So like, the doctor is trying to save the Danger Days earth? I think I might get it)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 17:17:32 GMT -5
[[ yes, basically. ]]
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 2, 2016 17:18:44 GMT -5
(Oh okay, sounds cool I'm down for it)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 17:21:39 GMT -5
[[ okay nice. would you like me to start. ]]
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 2, 2016 17:23:09 GMT -5
(Sure, if you want to ofc)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 17:23:52 GMT -5
[[ ehh could you maybe start i'm cooking dinner while typing. ]]
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 2, 2016 17:25:05 GMT -5
(Yes yes it'll be up in a sec)
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 2, 2016 17:48:22 GMT -5
The old Trans-Am's back wheels swerved outwards and the car went into a drift as it rounded a sharp corner onto Route Guano, the old highway cutting right through each and every Zone, right out into the dangerous part of the deserts. The driver hissed as the car jostled back into a straight line, brushing his bright red messy and permanently wind tossed hair out of his vision and adjusting his flight goggles over his almost glowing hazel eyes. Party Poison gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles as he put the pedal to the metal, going as fast as the old car could take. His raven haired companion had his body out of the left rear window, using his own green raygun and one he just stole from a vending machine to mow down as many of the BLI chasing rabidly after them. The Fabulous Killjoys hadn't taken their bikes out today, which Fun Ghoul was thinking that it might have been a mistake. It was true, the old Trans-Am could go faster than their bikes could, but barely. Only a little faster. But it could hold all of the Killjoys together, although depending on how you looked at the situation it could either be a bad thing or a good thing.
"FASTER!" Kobra Kid yelled to his brother, sticking his head out of the window to check on the rabid wolves after them, and to fire a couple shots. "They're gaining on us!" Kobra said, clamping his boney and thin hand on Poison's shoulder and shaking his brother a little bit.
"I'm trying! Jesus!" Poison yelled back, removing Kobra's hand off of his shoulder and pressing the pedal to the floor with as much force as the redhead could muster at that moment in time. A zillion thoughts were racing through his head at the speed of the car he was controlling, each one about situations where they were caught by these bastards on their tail. And each one of them didn't have a happy ending, so Poison shoved those to the side of his head and focused on the here and now.
Jet Star now had his body out of the window as well, using only his own blue raygun to down more Dracs. Their numbers were depleting, thank God, but it didn't help that they had all the backup that they needed at a push of a button, leaving the Killjoys terribly outnumbered. And it seemed no matter what the afro-clad Killjoy did, there always seemed to be more hiding behind each dusted Drac.
(Wow that took longer than expected)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 18:17:15 GMT -5
"Jack, pull the right lever!" The TARDIS practically screamed as it jerked to the side. The Doctor's eyes were locked on the screen showing the outside of the box, hands gripping the console until they were red and white. His boots skidded as it jerked again, and then hit something with a crunch. That thing was a couple of speeding Dracs, the others firing at the blue box as it disappeared back into the vortex as The Doctor's fist hammered one of the buttons on the console. The lights in the rounded room flashed brightly as Jack pulled the lever again, sending the box back in for another pass. Once more, Dracs were sent flying through the air, but there were still more of them. "Doctor, we've got to go in again!" Clara yelled from somewhere in the room. Where had she gone? Oh, there she was, clinging to the jumpseat. "I know!" The Doctor barked as the box shook with ray blasts, and he smashed at the button to send them back into the vortex again before coming in for yet another pass, bowling over at least ten Dracs with some more than sickening noises as the box actually skidded against the pavement and into the sand and dry ground beyond. Jack, from the other side of the console, who was frantically pushing buttons as the bells in the ship blared, yelled, "You're doing this now? Come on!" The Doctor huffed, hands fiddling around in his coat to find his screwdriver, running it over the console. They weren't getting back into the air anytime soon, but there were no detectable malfunctions... if this box was stranding them on purpose again he was going to scream. Jack was pulling a gun from his coat, Clara struggling to her feet and pulling her own from her belt. "Courtney? Ashildr? Where you at?" The Doctor yelled, grabbing for his own weapon. "Coming, god, this thing gives me vertigo..." Courtney's young voice came from under the console, and two sets of footsteps were soon heard. It looked like they were going to have to go out there, and the screen was shut down, so The Doctor had no way of knowing if all of the Dracs were dead...
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 2, 2016 18:44:56 GMT -5
Fun Ghoul's eyes widened significantly as he saw a blue box seemingly flitting in and out of vision, knocking over considerable amounts of Dracs and leaving them to be run over by their comrades. Sickening crunches and cracks sounded out through the once quiet of Zone 4, still being heard over the whirrs of the ElectroKat powered engines of the BLI's motorbikes and the roars of the still gas powered Trans-Am. Ghoul smiled as he saw easily half of the Dracs go down, and he shot at a fair few who he knew were calling for backup. As soon as he thought it was a good time, his eyes moved over to the blue box now on the ground.
"We got company!" Ghoul yelled to Party Poison, the redhead letting out a growl of anger, that could not be heard over the noise.
"Is it good or bad?" Poison yelled back, and Ghoul shrugged, looking a little closer at the thing.
"I have no idea!" Ghoul said, and suddenly a bolt of energy and heat flashed right by his neck and the burning of hair consumed his nostrils. He let out a string of colourful words as his hand flew to his seared black hair on his left of his head. Luckily, no pain, which was good. If there was, he'd be dead by now.
"Well, if anyone comes out of it, shoot at them if they look suspicious!" Poison yelled back at the other. "And Kobra, if you are not going to shoot, please toss your raygun to someone who can!" Poison yelled at his brother, who nodded and tossed his raygun to Jet Star from his position in the passenger seat.
"How many are left?" Poison yelled to the two out of the windows.
"Around ten!" Ghoul quickly estimated, keeping his fingers on the trigger as much as he could.
"Good. Keep an eye on the company. They may, well, most likely are hostile." Poison yelled at the two, who nodded simultaneously and kept on shooting.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 19:20:40 GMT -5
[[ ahhh i'm changing my posting format for rp it looks better. ]]
Seconds later, five figures burst from the box. It was hard to see in the half light, but three of them appeared to be women, the other two men. The Doctor, the tallest, pulled a gun from his waist and fired, taking down one of the Dracs. Jack stood next to him, firing as well with a much bigger gun. They were still moving targets, which caused misses, but Jack picked off another. One of the women behind them (Ashildr), pulled out some sort of device and slipped it onto her eyes, looking around the area with it on and glowing green as she stood behind Jack. Clara, meanwhile, was shielding Courtney, and firing at the Dracs. She picked one off, but retreated a bit around the side of the box as a blast almost grazed her shoulder. There were only ten of them, but she knew that that didn't stop them from being nasty little buggers. "****!" Jack snapped loudly as one of the ray blasts caught him in the thigh, nearly crumpling to the ground right there as he felt his flesh already begin to mend. "Don't you dare fall over, Harkness!" Ashildr snapped, grabbing onto the back of his coat and hoisting him upright with surprisingly strength in her tiny body. He was her meat shield right now, and she couldn't afford to lose that. She didn't heal like he did. He'd be fine.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 2, 2016 19:45:56 GMT -5
"They're shooting at the white suits!" Kobra Kid said as he looked out of the passenger side window. Party Poison smiled, continuing to crush the pedal under his feet and go faster. "And damn, they've got some weapons on them!" Kobra turned to his brother, who was smiling like a maniac as his own eyes, his vision dimmed by the flight goggles, glanced into the rear view mirror to see them fighting off the Dracs near them.
"Then don't shoot!" Poison yelled, and they all nodded and focused on the Dracs.
"Jet, Ghoulie, if you don't want to be thrown out of the car I suggest you get back in for a moment." Poison yelled, and when Jet Star and Fun Ghoul got back in Poison rammed the wheel far to the left, causing the tires to let out a screech and the backside to be swung around, and soon the Trans-Am was aligned and sent the other way, straight towards the Dracs.
"F///ers!" Poison roared with a lunatic-like smile as the Dracs were sent the opposite direction in fright, the Killjoys funding it easier to pick off one by one this way as Jet and Ghoul reappeared out of the windows, shooting like mad at the Dracs, hoping to ghost as many as they possibly could.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 19:59:02 GMT -5
"Hey, Doctor!" Courtney yelled from behind Clara as the other woman shot at some of the remaining Dracs, trying to avoid the car as it sped towards the suits. The Doctor gritted his teeth, putting his own gun down. He hated shooting people, even Dracs. F*ck Dracs, honestly, but still. "Yes, Courtney?" he asked, glancing over at her. She was grinning. He really didn't want to hear it right now. "They drive like you!" "Funny, Courtney," The Doctor complimented flatly, glancing over at Jack with an, "are you alright?" "Yeah, it's fine," Jack grumbled, stretching his leg with a grunt as he watched the car chase the Dracs off. Courtney wasn't wrong. He didn't know who these guys were, but they seemed like a bundle of laughs already. Hopefully they weren't going to try to loot them. It would be a pity to shoot anyone.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 2, 2016 20:14:44 GMT -5
Soon enough almost all of the Dracs had been ghosted, Fun Ghoul firing one last shot at a straggler and dusting him as well. Party Poison was slowing the car down, but decided to make a statement by running the straggler Drac over with Trans-Am, crushing the Drac and staining the white suit red with their own blood. Ghoul and Kobra Kid grimaced, while both Jet Star and Poison laughed, Jet flipping the corpse off.
"Did you really have to?" Ghoul said as he returned to his seat in the car, and Poison nodded eagerly. As a vegetarian, Ghoul didn't really like seeing the image of the Drac with a crushed middle and blood all over the corpse.
Jet soon returned to his seat as well, handing Kobra Kid his red raygun. "Should we go and do something about those strangers? They don't seem too hostile..." Jet said, and Poison shrugged.
"Fine." Poison said to his friend, before Jenkins the wheel to the side once more, spinning the car around with the screech of the wheels scraping against the cracked asphalt of Route Guano, and soon they were all speeding towards the strangers with their weird blue box. Kobra was putting on his 'Good Luck' helmet, Jet his gas mask helmet, and Ghoul sliding his off-colour Frankenstein mask over his face. Poison thought about putting on his MouseKat helmet, but decided against it quickly. The goggles and his eye mask would do for now.
As the car approached the strangers, Poison moved his foot from the gas pedal to the brake, and jerked the wheel to the side once more as the Trans-Am screeched to a halt in a parallel park about twenty feet away from the newcomers, throwing around the Killjoys a little bit and kicking up loads of dust and sand from the ground. But things the rebels were all-too-used to.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 20:25:10 GMT -5
"Courtney, stay behind me," Clara warned as she put the safety on on her gun, though she didn't holster it, scowling as the girl stepped around her with an all too obvious roll of her eyes, "Courtney!" "You're not my teacher and you're not my mum," Courtney mumbled, craning her neck to see the four men in the car. Who the hell were these guys? Meanwhile, The Doctor had holstered his own weapon, and so had Jack. Ashildr had stepped out from behind the latter and taken off the green tinted glasses that she had been using. The Doctor glanced around at his little posse before calling out to the young guys in the car, "Hey, we're not with the BLI, just so you know!" He wondered how long it had been since these guys had heard accents like theirs. Well, except for Jack. Jack was American sounding as any American that he'd ever known.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 2, 2016 20:43:38 GMT -5
The clicks and thuds of the door opening and shutting sounded out in the dust cloud the old car had risen up, causing Party Poison to cough a little bit and put his bandana over his mouth. His hand was tightened on his yellow raygun as he made sure everyone was out of the car, which they were, and closed all the windows and locked the Trans-Am up, so that hijackers and other rebels couldn't steal it.
Fun Ghoul, on the other hand was already walking out of the cloud of dust and towards the others, ignoring stares from his peers, his raygun pointing towards the newcomers even though he knew they most likely weren't with the BLI. You take no chances out here in the desert.
"Who are you?" Ghoul's mask was slightly obscuring his vision, so he couldn't fully see who these people where and what they looked like. "I don't care if you aren't part of the BLI, we still need to know who you are." His voice was rough, carrying a faint New Jersey accent worn down with time. He had noticed one of the guy's voices sounded weird, so that added to his distrust.
"Goddammit Ghoul, step back before you do anything stupid." Kobra Kid ran up to the other rebel, his voice slightly muffled from his helmet. He set a hand on the smaller Killjoys' shoulder, causing Ghoul to look up at him and give Kobra a look, before reluctantly setting his raygun in his holster.
Poison shook his head and sighed heavily as he emerged from the cloud, adjusting his flight goggles and looking at the newcomers. "Don't mind Ghoul, a bit pissy today." That earned him a flipped bird from Ghoul, who only got a laugh from Kobra. "But we still need to know who are you? I haven't seen you guys before..." A strange sense of familiarity came over him as his eyes adjusted and focused on the newcomers, but he shook his head to clear his thoughts of those.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 20:56:25 GMT -5
Courtney did skitter back behind Clara as she saw the drawn raygun, peering out and around the woman as the men talked, and then finally seemed to calm down. She smiled a bit as the tall one flipped the other guy off. Funny. "I'm Me," Ashildr introduced, ignoring The Doctor as he rolled his eyes. It was simply how she liked to be addressed. "This over here is our fearless leader, The Doctor," she smiled wryly at the Time Lord, and he smiled at her, before looking to the four men and saying roughly: "Charmed." "That's Jack Harkness," Me continued after a moment, gesturing to the other man, who waved with a smile and a wink, "Clara Oswald," she gestured to the short woman with the shortish brown hair, "and Courtney Woods. And you four are?" She hadn't seen anyone out here in forever that wasn't a Drac or BLI. She knew there were some, but this was a rare thing, to have other people to talk to, unless they left the planet like they did quite often. Those were her favorite times, but they couldn't do that often. The Doctor liked to live in the present, and she supposed that that was wise. Not wanting to fight this fight made her juvenile, no matter how ancient she was.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 2, 2016 21:19:13 GMT -5
"I'm Party Poison," Poison gestured to himself, jutting out his hip sassily as he put on another tone of voice, one that could be described as almost flirtyl, but incredibly sassy. "This handsome young man over here is Fun Ghoul, or just Ghoul if you will." Ghoul looked at his feet in embarrassment as his cheeks heated up, glad that his mask was covering any evidence of his blush. "Aw Ghoulie, we all know it's true." Poison said with a laugh, before switching over to Kobra Kid.
"That man there is Kobra Kid, or just Kobra. My wonderful brother." Kobra waved at the newcomers, not pulling up the visor on his heltmet. If they wanted to kill him, his helmet would be enough protection for his face.
"And," Poison took a quick look around. "Somewhere is Jet Star." Poison said, tapping his finger before hearing footsteps skid to a halt beside him.
"Poison, there is blood splattered all over the front left of the underside, parts of the door, and tires from that Drac. Did you really have to?" Jet said, crossing his arms as he spoke through his gas mask helmet.
"This is Jet Star. And yes, I did have to." Poison answered, earning a sigh from Jet.
"This guy..." Jet said, pointing a thumb at Poison before laughing a little bit. "Well, I guess it adds to the collection, eh?" Poison chuckled with his friend.
"Anyways," Kobra cut in, earning glares from his friends. "Hello. Where may you guys be from?" Kobra asked, still not pulling up his visor to get a better look at these people.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 21:27:02 GMT -5
Nice to meet yous were murmured among the five. It was The Doctor who spoke first when asked where he was from though, saying in all honesty, "Gallifrey." "Boeshane Peninsula," Jack informed with that same cheeky grin plastered on his face. He was looking dead at Ghoul. Cute indeed... After a moment of deliberation in who would speak next, Courtney piped up, jabbing a finger in Clara's direction, "Me and Miss Oswald are both from London." "And I'm from England as well," the actual Me informed cooly, looking in between the four men. "Sorry for dropping in on you," The Doctor cracked after a beat of silence, "we picked up some Dracs on the radar and figured that we'd do the world a service by taking them out."
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 2, 2016 21:50:32 GMT -5
"Interesting..." 'London' and 'England' sounded faintly familiar to Kobra Kid, and it was as if he was heard these... voices before. What were they called, accents, maybe? Yeah, they were. Huh. Kobra tapped his foot against the ground as he thought about the other two places, neither of them really ringing any significant bells or raising any red flags in his mind. Kobra chewed on his lip as he spoke next. "And rightfully so. I do have to thank you for saving our [butts] out there, we would have barely done it ourselves but goddamn it seemed there were two for every one dusted." Kobra said, looking over to see his brother and Jet Star talking about something, and Fun Ghoul already looking at them.
Ghoul turned towards the strangers and cocked his head. "What weapons were those?" He asked, earning the attention from Jet and Poison. Poison walked over next to the raven haired rebel and nodded, pulling up his flight goggles onto his forehead as his eyebrow cocked at them. He was interested, and his attention was on them.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 22:05:00 GMT -5
"You're welcome, I mean, it's kinda our job," Courtney piped, sounding none too humble about it either. She took glee in it as Clara shushed her too. She was never gonna stop being the disruptive influence of whatever bunch she was in, was she? But that was just her. Jack, meanwhile, had pulled the gun back out of his coat, holding it in his palm. It was shaped like a handgun, except larger, with a dark blue color and an odd, bulb looking thing at the tip. "This is a fission gun," he told them, not holding out for them to take (you only made that mistake once), "it works like a handgun until it uses energy to build up in this part..." he tapped the end, "and wham. It's pretty neat, huh?" "That's the same thing I use, not that hard to come by," Clara said plainly. "The thing I used was a pulse rifle," The Doctor said, "or basically a souped up shotgun." He'd built it, much to his own disdain, but it worked very, very well. Too well, actually. Jack had wanted to copy it for himself, and he still wouldn't ket him. It wasn't that he didn't trust the man, but... well, no, no he didn't trust him all that much. Once a conman, always a conman.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 2, 2016 22:32:18 GMT -5
Kobra Kid finally pulled up his visor to look closer at the weapons. They were definitely out of this world, but he had indeed heard of such beings being here, so the whole thing right about now didn't surprise him all that much. "Looks pretty damn effective." Kobra stepped one step closer, before awkwardly stepping back. Party Poison was entranced by the weapons, a smile overtaking his face as he took off his flight goggles and stuffed them into his pocket as much as he could. The fission gun was pretty damn cool to look at, and almost put his yellow raygun to shame. But Poison still stood by the raygun technology whole-heartedly nevertheless.
"Cool." Fun Ghoul said, not taking off his mask for privacy reasons. He didn't trust these people enough to take off his mask quite yet, and he had noticed this "Jack" eyeing him, which only fueled his reasons to not take off his mask. Poison was enough for him, no matter how much he loved his friend.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 8:28:18 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, they're kinda hard to come by, so I'm sorry to say that we can't get you one," The Doctor butted in, arms crossed over his chest now that he'd shoved the shotgun back into his coat. Me elbowed him in the ribs, and he glanced down at her. She knew that it was only good to make friends out here. If you couldn't make friends, you wouldn't survive. And, well, they needed to survive, even if they could simply hop off world whenver they wanted.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 3, 2016 14:47:44 GMT -5
Kobra Kid just smiled at them. "Nah, it's alright. Rayguns have always been good and will continue to do their job until we eventually get dusted." Kobra said, pulling his visor back over his face, the white words spelling 'Good Luck' on the black visor obscuring his face was anyone looking in. Party Poison sighed and stepped back, looking around at the Zone that they were in. "DANGER: ENTERING ZONE 4" was written upon a sigh atop a nearby hill, and Poison just clicked his tongue at the sight.
"We should probably head back to the Diner, the crew and Grace are going to be worried." Fun Ghoul spoke up, his voice muffled by the mask as he shuffled his feet awkwardly. Poison tore his eyes away from the sign, screwing his eyes shut as his fingers reached for the keys for the Trans-Am.
"Ah! Yes! We should do that!" Poison said, not wanting to worry the little four year old Zonerunner sick, because they've done that one too many times. He ran over to the car and stuck the keys into the ignition, and the old beast roared to life. Kobra rolled his eyes as his brother fussed over the machine, Jet Star running over to do the same, Kobra turning towards the newcomers.
"I guess, would you guys like to tag along?" Kobra asked, gesturing to the beat up Trans-Am. "It is kind of clear your way of transportation isn't going to get you anywhere soon, so maybe getting used to the Zones more than you already are is good." Kobra suggested, already feeling embarrassed by asking this.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 15:16:59 GMT -5
"Not going to get us anywhere soon, huh? Well," The Doctor began, one bushy eyebrow raising before Me elbowed him in the ribs once more. "we'd love to," she said kindly, with a smile, "but do you mind if we take our box with us? It could Gervinho us there, at least." she even knew that leaving the TARDIS alone in the middle of the desert was not a good idea. If the BLU got it, well, them having access to all of time and space wouldn't be good at all.
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