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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 18, 2016 17:58:00 GMT -5
Kobra Kid did the same as his brother, turning over to prop his somewhat tired legs up on the booth he was sat in as he watched the Doctor and Clara and their antics. "Uh, I'm not sure." He wasn't too sure what they meant,so he decided to answer without answering. If that makes sense. Hopefully they would get the hint and elaborate much more on that, or maybe it was him being stupid and he missed something. Probably the latter, to be completely honest.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 18:21:26 GMT -5
"I mean do you want to take your friends to see my friend who can help them," The Doctor sighed, gesturing out the doors towards the TARDIS, which could still be heard humming through the glass windows of the Diner. The Time Lord didn't want to leave them go for too long. They were still moving in time, even if The Doctor could bend it in his ship.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 18, 2016 20:09:29 GMT -5
Party Poison let out another amused snort as the slap of skin on skin was heard, the visuals being Kobra Kid with his palm to his face. Of course. How could he forget. Jet Star was up, scratching at his eyepatch as he looked down towards the YoungBloods. "You guys gonna stay here?" He asked the Prophet and Mr. Sandman. They both hesitated, before nodding. It was clear that they didn't trust the others, and preferred to stay in somewhat familiar territory. Jet understood, if he was in their situation he'd be the exact same way.
Kobra and Poison were up as well, Kobra putting on his sunglasses and pulling his bandanna over his face, before grabbing his Good Luck helmet. Poison kind of wanted to go and grab his MouseKat helmet, but he was sure wherever they would be going it would be a bit too... unsettling. The flight goggles, or Hell, maybe even the eye mask would do just fine. "F///ing ready." Kobra said in kind of a weird accent as Dr. Benzedrine was up as well, earning yet another snort from Poison and a chuckle from Jet.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 20:47:12 GMT -5
"Are you supposed to sound English, cause I don't think it's working," The Doctor informed Kobra as he got up, checking his pockets for his psychic paper, screwdriver, and sunglasses, pleased as he found all of them to be there. He then stretched, shoulder popping, and he screwed up his face before beginning out the door with a short sigh. Clara, from behind, called, "No, I think they were trying to sound Scottish, like you! Get it, Doctor. Because your accent's weird?" The Doctor just clucked, shoving his way out the door and into the desert before disappearing into the TARDIS.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 18, 2016 21:27:51 GMT -5
"Actually, I think it's more Southern than anything." Jet Star noted, faintly remembering the weird accent, Kobra Kid laughing as he was the first to exit out of the door a little after the Doctor did so. Kobra then poked his head back in and said, "Yeah, you're right actually." Before disappearing back out of the door and towards the TARDIS.
Party Poison just rolled his eyes with a smile and gestured for Dr. Benzedrine to come, which he did, and with a good-bye salute they, and Jet, disappeared as well out of the door towards the weird TARDIS. Poison still couldn't wrap his mind around how it could exist, how it was bigger on the inside, or as Fun Ghoul put it "smaller on the outside", but it did very well exist. Life can throw the weirdest sh/t at you sometimes.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 21:51:10 GMT -5
Clara laughed, following them inside the box. The Doctor stood quietly around the other side of the console, watching the group file inside with one pushy eyebrow raised, before disappearing entirely behind the center column, fiddling with the controls. He looked... sad, or so she thought. "What, did my accent joke hurt your feelings?" she called out, teasingly. He smiled, which was a good thing, and then shook his head, "No, just haven't seen everyone in awhile." "What, are you worried? They love you," Clara chuckled, jogging up to the console and quietly fiddling with some of the buttons that she knew didn't do much of anything. He just smiled again, laughing and saying, "Yeah, I know." With that, he pulled down one of the levers the ship beginning to whir as everyone got inside, the doors snapping shut and the ship starting to shudder before it 'took off.'
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 18, 2016 21:57:54 GMT -5
The rebels bounded up the stairs to the ledge and leaned over it, waiting for it to stop so they could get off. Kobra Kid wondered where they were going. Was this another planet? Another universe? Another galaxy? He vaguely wondered if they were traveling to one of the planets he could see shining like a star amongst the plethora of other stars and planets and galaxies you could see on a good, tranquil night on the desert. Party Poison seemed to have the same idea, as he said-shouted, "Where are we going?" to the people working the console down below.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 22:08:12 GMT -5
The Doctor chuckled, pulling down the stop lever after a mother moment with a tiny shake of his head before saying, "England." He scratched at the back of his head with a yawn, screwing up his nose. He needed some sleep, but he couldn't get it yet. "We can explore galaxies later, come on," he prompted, gesturing to the door as he began towards it, opening it up and stepping outside into what his friends operated in as a base. Lived in, mostly.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 18, 2016 22:16:00 GMT -5
Dr. Benzedrine was a little bit hesitant to go down, but decided if things took a turn for the worst he did have his raygun and martial arts/hand-to-hand combat skills under his belt along with the Killjoys to keep them all safe. So he sucked his fears up and followed the other Zonerunners down the steps and to the outside after the Doctor. "England, huh..." Party Poison faintly remembered traveling to England with Kobra Kid when they were both very young, somewhere that seemed so different than what was before them now. It was like they were on a different world, but they both doubted that heavily.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 22:24:05 GMT -5
The place that The Doctor had landed them in was definitely bigger than the Diner. It was an old warehouse, having belonged to UNIT, but Kate (who they would probably meet at some point during their stay) had gifted it to The Doctor when they'd seen that the BLI was going to take over. Now, it served as a base of operations, covered in a cloaking shield to deter people and look like a big pile of rubble. There were some people bustling around, waving to The Doctor. The Time Lord stopped one woman, tall, African American, with short choppy hair, and asked, "Have you seen Martha?" "No," she replied, "Mickey's around with the kids though. Might want to ask him." The woman glanced past The Doctor, smiling at Clara and giving her a wink. "Hey, Journey," the other woman said, winking back, "we made some new friends." "I see that," the woman chuckled, and continued walking, like this was a normal thing.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 18, 2016 22:34:16 GMT -5
Kobra Kid pulled on his helmet as Dr. Benzedrine waved a sheepish hello to the woman, kind of hiding behind the much taller Jet Star, the 'Princess Fro Fro' being 6'1 and Benzedrine being 5'6. Party Poison put a hand on his hip as he looked after the woman with a raised eyebrow, before looking back at the Doctor. "Uh, what is all this?" He felt like he should know, but he didn't. But he didn't exactly blame himself. News travels very slow if you weren't in range of Dr. Death Defying's pirated radio station. Even then, it easily took a couple of long hours to get news on deaths, uprisings, hostages, new rebels, and other things along those lines.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 5:22:01 GMT -5
"My rebels," The Doctor said simply, "friends, people we pick up along the way who want to join the cause. Journey's not from Earth either." He continued to walk as he spoke, heading towards one side of the warehouse where there was a line of doors. They were the bunks, and he assumed Mickey was in one of them, since it was still pretty early. Martha had to be around somewhere. She had given up fighting on the forefront, mostly at least, to be their full time medical doctor. When she did leave, it was with an escort or two.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 19, 2016 9:41:17 GMT -5
Party Poison nodded slightly, waving awkward greetings to people who did the same. These people talked kind of funny, but he was guessing they were just accents. Apparently, the Killjoys still had an accent, although very faint and almost unnoticeable. Poison would've thought their New Jersey accents would have been snuffed out by now, but guess not. He, and the rest of the Killjoys, still had a slight, almost push on their r's which again, he thought would have been dusted along with the Dracs he's killed. Oh well. Kobra Kid was getting almost weird looks from his helmet, but he didn't really mind all that much. These guys were rebels too, so he felt more comfortable around them than he did on that weird planet they visited a couple hours ago. "Oh. Huh. Cool." His voice was slightly muffled by his helmet as he looked around the weird place. He hadn't been to England in quite some time. This was a funny way to come back.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 9:51:01 GMT -5
"Yeah," The Doctor replied, "cool." Soon enough, he made it over to one of the doors, raising his knuckle and banging on the metal three times. There was a pause, and then another black guy opened up the door, looking The Doctor over before smiling. "Hey, old man," he greeted, glancing behind him and asking, "who're they?" "Friends," The Doctor replied, "they need your wife's help. She around?" Mickey nodded, glancing over his shoulder and yelling, "Hey, Martha! The Doctor's here. Someone needs your help." As he waited, two kids appeared behind Mickey. One looked about ten, the other maybe six. As soon as they caught sight of The Doctor they broke out past their dad, wrapping the old man's waist in two hugs, immediately breaking into babble about what was going on in the base, where The Doctor had been... "Freema, Noel, come back in here! You can talk to him later!" a female voice came, and Martha Jones appeared, medical kit hanging from her wrist as she tied her hair up. "Hey, Doctor."
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 19, 2016 13:56:02 GMT -5
Waving yet another sheepish hello to the woman who was apparently named Martha, and to the kids as well, Party Poison found himself in more than just an awkward situation. He didn't exactly know these people, and was more than likely to make a complete fool of himself in front of people like this, who didn't know him and how he does things. Take earlier today for example. Shaking his head to rid himself of those thoughts, he scooted closer to Kobra Kid for comfort, who just smiled back. But as his face was hidden behind his helmet Poison couldn't see it. Kobra patted him on the back before saying a "Hello!" to the kids. And was also kind of directed towards Martha and this 'Mickey'. Dr. Benzedrine was just weirded out, choosing to cower only slightly behind Jet Star.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 15:46:05 GMT -5
"Hey," Martha said, extending her free hand, apparently unperturbed by the mask as she introduced herself, "Doctor Martha Jones. Who needs help?" She was younger than The Doctor, but older than Clara. She had thick black hair, pulled back in a short ponytail, and a serious face, with eyes to match. If she had been smiling she probably would've looked a bit more motherly, but there wasn't much smiling around here when there was business to be taken care of. All of these gentlemen looked to be in good health, unless the one was hiding something grizzly behind the mask, so she assumed that The Doctor's friends' friends were in trouble.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 19, 2016 17:29:56 GMT -5
"Yeah, uh, one of our group," Dr. Benzedrine spoke up, stepping out of the shadow of the much taller Jet Star. "And two of theirs," Benzedrine gestured to Party Poison, Kobra Kid, and Jet, "Were each injured. Trick and Grace got Drac masks put over their heads and Fun Ghoul-" You could see Poison tense up slightly at his friend's name. "Was struck with one of these nasty bolts of energy." To demonstrate shortly, Benzedrine pulled out his raygun and pointed in to the floor, making sure to avoid his and any others around him's feet. Once getting it safely aimed, he pulled the trigger and a bang rang out as the raygun shot an orange beam of light at the floor. Pulling his raygun up and slipping it back into his holster he gestured to the small mark the bolt made. "They're all in the... weird box thing." Benzedrine said, ignoring a snort from Jet.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 18:07:44 GMT -5
"The TARDIS?" Martha asked, glancing over to The Doctor, who nodded softly, "alright, come on then. Not a moment to lose." And with that, she began off, leaving them all in her dust, well, except for Clara, who jogged up to be by her side and chat. The Doctor walked behind, hands in his pockets as he stood next to the Killjoys and the Youngbloods. He bloody loved Martha Jones. Not just because she'd been his best friend for a very long time, at least in his time stream, but because she was... she was tough. She got shit done, and she didn't let other people boss her around. Same with Mickey. They were good people.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 19, 2016 18:13:30 GMT -5
Kobra Kid bit his lip as he looked after Martha. "Should we follow?" He asked, turning to the Doctor and crossing his arms unconsciously. Party Poison looked over at the Doctor as well, eyebrow slightly raised as his bright hazel eyes almost sparkled with curiosity. Could she undo the damage done by the BLI? If so, how? He wondered, letting out a short sigh through his slightly stuffed nose, creating a high-pitched but quiet whistle as he did same as his brother, folding his arms across his chest and blinking rapidly to get some nuisance out of his eye.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 18:16:14 GMT -5
"Yeah, come on," The Doctor said after a minute, gesturing to the men with a twitch of his head as he began after the two ladies, "Martha can fix just about anything." She scoffed. He'd known that she was going to hear him. He knew that she knew that he was right. She was skilled at her profession, even if it just counted as patching up casualties the BLI caused now.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 19, 2016 18:23:20 GMT -5
Party Poison felt himself smile a little bit as he heard that, and weirdly enough it seemed like Fun Ghoul's mask in his pocket had heated up or something. He knew it was nothing, just the body probably reminding/being extra aware that such a thing was in his pocket. He hoped, at least. It seemed as though Dr. Benzedrine was leading the group now, his shorter legs almost running to get into the TARDIS and see if Card Trick was okay. He probably was, knowing Benzedrine's slight paranoia, but he couldn't help but be worried for his friend. I mean, Drac masks were nasty little buggers who screwed with your head and seemingly played around with the dying body. If that made sense. Benzedrine hoped it did.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 18:33:55 GMT -5
Martha and Clara were already inside. The former had stopped to hug Jack, giving him a kiss on the cheek and asking, "How are you?" It had been a good six months since she'd seen him. He was with The Doctor a lot, but he had his own team he freelanced with. They were on their lonesome quite often, and she missed him when they were gone. "I'm good!" he exclaimed, pulling out of their hug, beaming from ear to ear, "is Ianto around?" "Yeah," Martha nodded, gesturing to the exit with her head and a, "he's here, and so are Tosh and Gwen. Owen went out with Perkins to check out an exploded car and some guy who got burned by it a couple of hours ago." Jack smiled even wider, giving her another hug and ducking out the door, exclaiming to the Killjoys and company, "I'm going to see my boyfriend," before he headed off towards the side of the warehouse they'd fetched Martha from in the first place.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 19, 2016 18:43:18 GMT -5
"Alright bye..." Kobra Kid whispered, once again giving an awkward wave to Jack as he disappeared out of the TARDIS doors and to the weird warehouse. Party Poison just rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms, watching Dr. Benzedrine remember the way to the med-room before bolting off as fast as his short legs could take him towards the aforementioned room. Poison didn't blame the little dude. With Dracs and each other being mostly the only thing you see most of the time on the Zones, people get really attached to each other and if brought back to a normal world, could be considered quite clingy. But people got used to it and could not see life another way. Poison smiled as he looked towards where Benzedrine had ran off into, running a hand through his violently red hair before turning back towards Martha and them.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 18:58:14 GMT -5
Martha followed behind, free hand stuffed in her pocket as she headed up the stairs and down the hall, heading into the little room. Her gaze swept over the two men and little girl on the cot, and a twang of sadness pricked at her chest as they settled on the child. Kids shouldn't be fighting these battles. But, she didn't say anything as she headed over to the one that seemed most injured, Fun Ghoul. Setting down her bag, she pulled out a stethoscope, very gently placed it on his chest, and then on each side, listening to him breath. "He's lucky to be alive," she said after a moment, "if the blast had been any more concentrated, it would've gone right through his heart."
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 19, 2016 19:06:12 GMT -5
Party Poison cleared his throat as he slid next to Fun Ghoul's bed, watching the smaller Killjoy in his strange state of most likely unconsciousness. Poison's rough, dirtied hands made small prints on the bedsheets as he leaned over to get a better look at Ghoul, his smile growing wider. "I realize that. S//t, I never want to see this again." He said while gesturing to all of Ghoul. Don't make stupid decisions then. His mind jeered, but he quickly snuffed it out and focused back on the rebel.
Kobra Kid got onto his knees, his legs long enough so he could easily jut his head over the side of the bed to look at Grace. Dr. Benzedrine was doing kind of the same thing, but standing up instead to look at his comrade. He took off Card Trick's hat and put it on his own head, feeling like Trick, hell, even smelling Trick. That sounded weird, but it smelled like musty, slightly sweet, with hints of sweat. It was an oddly good scent. Kobra noticed this, and after pulling up his visor shot Benzedrine a small smile.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 19:17:09 GMT -5
"His lungs are relatively undamaged," Martha continued, not commenting, "but what I am worried about is the burning." She gestured to the bandaged area on his chest as she put her stethoscope away. She glanced over at The Doctor, who was hovering in the door, and called, "Did you disinfect this?" The Time Lord nodded, tugging at a curl that was falling onto his face. "Good," Martha replied, looking back at Poison before saying frankly, "as long as we can keep the wound clean, and his heart from failing, I'd give him a fifty-fifty. That means he can't leave."
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 19, 2016 19:25:14 GMT -5
Party Poison bit his lip hard as he heard that. I mean really, what else could he expect? He wasn't too surprised about Fun Ghoul having to stay here. His wound looked pretty messed up, burnt torn skin painted roughly with dried up blood. Some of it was fresh, which sent a sick feeling into Poison's stomach as he just nodded, not saying anything this time. He wondered if Ghoul's tattoos on his chest would survive, but guessing by the last time he had of Ghoul shirtless (which was a quick glance before Poison blushed madly and skirted away) the wound didn't touch too many of the tats. Probably one or two at the most. Most of the ink was on his arms. But all in all, this would leave a pretty gruesome scar. But instead of feeling sad at that thought, he let out a little chuckle as he reminded himself, 'Another one to add to the collection, eh?' He thought with a smile, reaching down to brush some of Ghoul's ebony hair out of his eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 19:29:27 GMT -5
Martha allowed herself a smile, shaking her head ever so softly as she said, "I guess." And with that, she stood up and walked over towards the man who had been in the Drac mask, pulling a chair up next to him. She checked his eye function first, his reflex, and then began to say, "Basically, what a Drac mask does is cause a chemical imbalance. They're drugs, like everything else the BLI puts out. It's such a high dose at once, it can put you out of it for weeks before you come to. It makes you highly suggestible, corpse like... that's why so many people think Dracs are a lost cause. I can try to begin flushing it out of his system, and hers too, but it will take awhile for them to start perking up."
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 19, 2016 19:42:52 GMT -5
Dr. Benzedrine stared at Martha with an almost unblinking gaze as his mouth formed the words, "We know that." Which was kind of true. They knew that they damn things were a drug themselves, but they knew that spiritually they f///ed around with more than what meets the eye. Or machine. But he was pretty sure that the Killjoys, and himself even, didn't know the exact science behind it. Which was kind of scary. But that slight fear was gone when he remembered, 'o yeah. these guys are still alive. calm down benzedrine, trick's not dead...' yet.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 19:48:23 GMT -5
"Okay," Martha replied evenly, meeting the man's eye, "he's not going to die, but you're going to have to give him time. Drac masks can come with... last, mental effects." She'd seen it in a couple of people. A lot got back to almost normal, but some... some just didn't react well. It was rare, but it did happen.
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