Daleks on Twelveth Street (Nomad & Ninth)
Nov 4, 2012 3:16:09 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2012 3:16:09 GMT -5
The Nomad walked around the street, he hated the busy London streets but for some strange reason his TARDIS decided to bring him all the way to this city from the other side of the universe where he was taking some lovely time exploring one of his favorite planets, one that was made only of lakes, rivers, and forests.
And now he was walking along the busy London streets where his senses were stretched to their limits, often he would find himself with one major headache during his visit but this time though he was strangely not experiencing any headaches.
Stopping in front of a building he looked at it curiously, pocketing his left hand, The Nomad got out his sonic screwdriver and soniced at the building. He looked at the scan results, they were rather strange. The Time Lord looked up at the building as he read that there was something in the building, he also noticed there was no evidence of newspapers or anything around the building as though it did not exist. Walking up to the door he jiggled the handle to find it was locked, aiming his screwdriver he soniced it a little then opened the door.
Peering inside, the Nomad made some cautious steps inside, quietly closing the door, all that could be heard was his footsteps on the dusty floor, furniture caked in dust appeared to have not been used for years, perhaps as long as a good couple centuries or more. Breathing heavily yet quietly, Leo looked around, moving to a hallway he found that it was partially lit, he mouth, "What?" as he moved towards this light.. like a fly to a bug light. Stopping when he saw a familiar shadow.
Gasping quietly he moved to a corner and hid behind it, barely peeking around the corner enough to see the shadow maker. Time seemed to slow to a painful stand still. Then it was gone. The Nomad moved out of the building, sonicing the door locked, breathing heavily. Looking around, "I am going to need some help.." The problem was that there was no other Time Lord or Lady around, Maria was probably out of reach and he would not dare to bring The Cutthroat to this planet.
And now he was walking along the busy London streets where his senses were stretched to their limits, often he would find himself with one major headache during his visit but this time though he was strangely not experiencing any headaches.
Stopping in front of a building he looked at it curiously, pocketing his left hand, The Nomad got out his sonic screwdriver and soniced at the building. He looked at the scan results, they were rather strange. The Time Lord looked up at the building as he read that there was something in the building, he also noticed there was no evidence of newspapers or anything around the building as though it did not exist. Walking up to the door he jiggled the handle to find it was locked, aiming his screwdriver he soniced it a little then opened the door.
Peering inside, the Nomad made some cautious steps inside, quietly closing the door, all that could be heard was his footsteps on the dusty floor, furniture caked in dust appeared to have not been used for years, perhaps as long as a good couple centuries or more. Breathing heavily yet quietly, Leo looked around, moving to a hallway he found that it was partially lit, he mouth, "What?" as he moved towards this light.. like a fly to a bug light. Stopping when he saw a familiar shadow.
Gasping quietly he moved to a corner and hid behind it, barely peeking around the corner enough to see the shadow maker. Time seemed to slow to a painful stand still. Then it was gone. The Nomad moved out of the building, sonicing the door locked, breathing heavily. Looking around, "I am going to need some help.." The problem was that there was no other Time Lord or Lady around, Maria was probably out of reach and he would not dare to bring The Cutthroat to this planet.