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[wendigoooo]

[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?

Comments

[toobravehearted]

[ He matches Dairine's look with a cool one of his own. Don't even go there young lady, not with the way he's feeling right now. He nods at Wade too, willing her to please be careful, and as Spike comes up the Doctor claps him on the shoulder. ]

Good man. Let's go softly on.

[inlifesname]

Towards the front and far sides it is. [Nita, in contrast, shoots the Doctor a sympathetic look. Sorry that her sister is impossible.

She takes a moment to pull up a temporospatial claudication- her own little pocket of space and time- and pulls out an old reliable friend. A rowan branch, soaked in the moonlight. She knows that fire is there best bet, but it can't hurt. And the faint glow may keep them from tripping over their own feet, at least.]

[freeslider]

We'll be careful. [She pats the Doctor on the arm, as much to reassure herself as him, and starts to fan out as instructed.]

[lightbranded]

[Will says nothing more, but extracts a candle from a pocket inside his cloak. It is large enough to need both of his hands to carry, but smooth and hard to the touch.

He speaks a word to it in the Old Speech and watches as the candle lights with a small flame that burns without consuming.]

[gottaknockhard]

[Fire and more stuff he doesn't understand. Well, more than he had to start with.

Spike could always comfort himself in the idea that he doesn't have a choice with the way people were getting picked off. He straightens his shoulders after the Doctor seemingly put him off balance, but stays with him. Maybe they'll get lucky and kill off whatever it is before anyone else gets involved.

It always helps to be an optimist.]