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paradisa2014-08-23 08:43 am
wendigoooo) wrote in paradisa2014-08-23 08:43 am
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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?
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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.]