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[The Wendigo is a clever creature, capable of both immense speed and stealth. It can imitate human voices to near perfection, a hunting technique it uses to draw out the love ones of its victims for one simple purpose: more food. To that end, it finds the Tenth Doctor's journal quite useful. Late Friday night, residents of Paradisa are treated to its best rendition of the dear Doctor's own death.]
No! Don't come any closer... Save yourselves... Run! RUN!!! ARGH!!!!!
Hey you! Yes you, you ugly thing. You don't want them... I'm a Time Lord... Much more tastier than them. I have time running through my veins! Humans will give you indigestion.
[Grunt... Hiss... Grunt... Gasp... Muffled Cry... Moan...] Gu-AHH! ARGH!!!! ARRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
[Some time passes, and when the Wendigo goes back out to wander the woods, it leaves the journal sitting open in the small, dark cave. As the night wears on, the voices of Serin and Conan can be heard, semi conscious and struggling.
The sounds of movement and exertion from Serin are few and far between. She feels like she's fourteen again, body broken and throbbing from the failed augmentations. As it was, she could feel broken bones now; cracked ribs, fractured arm. It's come from a struggle with the monster and the following days in restraint. She'd learned the tricks to resisting torture, to keep sensitive intel from leaking, but this was something different. She knew whatever had captured her wasn't interested in the UNSC's darkest secrets, ONI's dirtiest lies. Still, familiarity brought her comfort, and the moments she found enough strength to speak she did.]
Rear Admiral Serin Osman, Office of Navel Intelligence, service number 39489-72738-SO ...
[The first thing Conan is aware of is pain.
It stabs through him, clouding his mind and awareness. But even in a half-conscious state, the awareness that something was wrong is enough to rouse him. He groans as he forces his mind to work through the pain and drowsiness.
Dully, he begins to assemble the clues. Dark. Cold, but with a scent of dampness. Nothing below him, and the pressure of restraints suspending him from the ceiling.]
A cave... And a kidnapping. But why?
No! Don't come any closer... Save yourselves... Run! RUN!!! ARGH!!!!!
Hey you! Yes you, you ugly thing. You don't want them... I'm a Time Lord... Much more tastier than them. I have time running through my veins! Humans will give you indigestion.
[Grunt... Hiss... Grunt... Gasp... Muffled Cry... Moan...] Gu-AHH! ARGH!!!! ARRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
[Some time passes, and when the Wendigo goes back out to wander the woods, it leaves the journal sitting open in the small, dark cave. As the night wears on, the voices of Serin and Conan can be heard, semi conscious and struggling.
The sounds of movement and exertion from Serin are few and far between. She feels like she's fourteen again, body broken and throbbing from the failed augmentations. As it was, she could feel broken bones now; cracked ribs, fractured arm. It's come from a struggle with the monster and the following days in restraint. She'd learned the tricks to resisting torture, to keep sensitive intel from leaking, but this was something different. She knew whatever had captured her wasn't interested in the UNSC's darkest secrets, ONI's dirtiest lies. Still, familiarity brought her comfort, and the moments she found enough strength to speak she did.]
Rear Admiral Serin Osman, Office of Navel Intelligence, service number 39489-72738-SO ...
[The first thing Conan is aware of is pain.
It stabs through him, clouding his mind and awareness. But even in a half-conscious state, the awareness that something was wrong is enough to rouse him. He groans as he forces his mind to work through the pain and drowsiness.
Dully, he begins to assemble the clues. Dark. Cold, but with a scent of dampness. Nothing below him, and the pressure of restraints suspending him from the ceiling.]
A cave... And a kidnapping. But why?
Rescue OTA
If only he had more meat on his bones...]
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"Hey, there's a cave up ahead. Definitely creepy with three e's."
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[ It could be the right one or it could not. Either way he's already feeling the dread of what could happen if this all goes wrong and he feels responsible. At least half of this group he already can't seem to look in the eyes for what he allowed to happen to them. ]
All right. Onward, I imagine. When we get there, we're going to need someone to stay outside and watch our back, can you do that Danny? Early warning system. If what we're looking for isn't in the cave and comes along when we are, we'll be penned in. If it's already inside and bolts, likewise we'll need someone to catch it or at least slow it down at the entrance.
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This is so stupid, but she can't stand the thought of just standing and letting them die.]
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[They've already spent more time than Dairine is comfortable with just researching. The last thing she wants is to be too late at this point.]
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"Yeah... I can do that. Just... scream really loud if you need help?"
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[Maybe it did, maybe it didn't, but standing around talking never helps the element of surprise.
Despite skepticism, he has his gun out and readied. He glances at the Doctor again, checking one last time to see if he's really up for this. There's no guarantees here, and he doesn't have any fancy magic to protect anyone if this doesn't go well. But it's his plan, and if they are going down, he'll let him give the call.]
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Doctor, either we go now or I'm going ahead of you guys.
[She doesn't bother to wait for an answer from him before marching at a quick pace in the direction of the scream. Dairine is NOT going to lose another friend here, not on her watch. She glances back briefly to see if anyone is following her, but she does not slow down. If she is the first there, Dairine figures she can serve as a distraction for them. Buy them some time.]
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The fact that Dairine could take care of herself. That she'd faced the Lone One and survived didn't make this any better. She looks at Dairine and then back at the group, offering them a pleading look.]
We can't let her go in there alone. I won't.
[And with that, she's marching off to join Dair, gripping the Rowan wand so tightly that her knuckles have turned white.]
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I'm sorry. I'm going as well.
[His expression takes on a certain stubbornness as he chases after the two girls. ]
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Be careful!
[Wade hangs back just a little bit, wanting to stay at the Doctor's side. Plus, you know, if anything snuck up behind them]
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Blast it, don't they realise that could be a lure? They'll be torn apart! Come on. I think I can see the opening.
[ The cave isn't that far ahead and catching up with the children they should be right on top of it. ]
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It's only a few minutes' walk to the small chamber where the captives are. It doesn't have long to wait until they corner themselves as well.]