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asgardmeridiem2014-04-15 04:38 pm
notbychoice) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-04-15 04:38 pm
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Cats land on their feet
Who: Ninth Doctor and open
What: Nine pays a visit to Hel District.
When: Day 433.
Where: Hel.
Rating: PG-13.
If anyone were to ask Nine what he was thinking, he'd say that the last few days had been a strange little mishmash of confusion, elation, helplessness, and just a little bit of rage. Because what a fine welcome that had been, arriving just before a major catastrophe happened, and on top of that, having to watch from what he still thought of as slightly undeserved safety, knowing that people were still trapped beyond the barrier and drowning.
So, it was with that in mind that, as soon as the floodwaters receded and it seemed safe enough to move about the streets, he threw himself into the cleanup efforts without hesitation, doing his part to clear away rubble and branches and whatever had been left behind as the waters rushed back to reveal the damage.
But in all of this, he realized he hadn't gone to check out the district that he supposedly belonged to. A brief glance at the bracelet reminded him that the district's name was Hel, which brought a grim sort of smile to his face. He changed direction then, heading for that place's welcome hall. It seemed like a good place to start.
And when he got there, it didn't take a second to realize that Hel district was in just as much disarray as the rest of the city. Of course it was; that flood had swept through everything, or at least it seemed as though it had to have done that. So without a second's thought, Nine picked a spot to clear of fallen branches and threw himself doggedly into the work.
Maybe this wouldn't really help anyone, but as he moved on down the street, clearing away debris as he did, he thought that at least there would be open streets to walk on. It was definitely a start, if nothing else.
And, well, it was a start that he didn't declare finished until much later, when the street he'd been working on was clear to his satisfaction, but that wasn't the only reason he'd stopped. He looked down, realizing with a start that he was breathing quite a bit harder than he would have normally, and- Wait, what was that?
"I must be older than I thought, to have forgotten just for a second what it was like to be tired," he said mostly to himself as he placed one hand against the nearest wall to support himself.
But it wasn't just mere tiredness, either. With only one heart going, it seemed as though his stamina had had a limit put on it, and that was so far removed from normalcy that he was still working out how best to react.
[ ooc: Feel free to have your character run into Nine while he's working on shifting debris or afterwards, when he's stopping to catch his breath. ]
What: Nine pays a visit to Hel District.
When: Day 433.
Where: Hel.
Rating: PG-13.
If anyone were to ask Nine what he was thinking, he'd say that the last few days had been a strange little mishmash of confusion, elation, helplessness, and just a little bit of rage. Because what a fine welcome that had been, arriving just before a major catastrophe happened, and on top of that, having to watch from what he still thought of as slightly undeserved safety, knowing that people were still trapped beyond the barrier and drowning.
So, it was with that in mind that, as soon as the floodwaters receded and it seemed safe enough to move about the streets, he threw himself into the cleanup efforts without hesitation, doing his part to clear away rubble and branches and whatever had been left behind as the waters rushed back to reveal the damage.
But in all of this, he realized he hadn't gone to check out the district that he supposedly belonged to. A brief glance at the bracelet reminded him that the district's name was Hel, which brought a grim sort of smile to his face. He changed direction then, heading for that place's welcome hall. It seemed like a good place to start.
And when he got there, it didn't take a second to realize that Hel district was in just as much disarray as the rest of the city. Of course it was; that flood had swept through everything, or at least it seemed as though it had to have done that. So without a second's thought, Nine picked a spot to clear of fallen branches and threw himself doggedly into the work.
Maybe this wouldn't really help anyone, but as he moved on down the street, clearing away debris as he did, he thought that at least there would be open streets to walk on. It was definitely a start, if nothing else.
And, well, it was a start that he didn't declare finished until much later, when the street he'd been working on was clear to his satisfaction, but that wasn't the only reason he'd stopped. He looked down, realizing with a start that he was breathing quite a bit harder than he would have normally, and- Wait, what was that?
"I must be older than I thought, to have forgotten just for a second what it was like to be tired," he said mostly to himself as he placed one hand against the nearest wall to support himself.
But it wasn't just mere tiredness, either. With only one heart going, it seemed as though his stamina had had a limit put on it, and that was so far removed from normalcy that he was still working out how best to react.
[ ooc: Feel free to have your character run into Nine while he's working on shifting debris or afterwards, when he's stopping to catch his breath. ]
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But, well, the Doctor wasn't elegant or classy either. In fact, he was rather rough around the edges, but he still liked a good cup of tea now and again. "Well, John Kennex, I'm the Doctor, and I'm guessing you arrived after the flooding?"
Lucky man, although when he stopped to think about it, he probably wouldn't have changed the timing of his arrival even if he could.
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"The doctor. The doctor of what?" Scuse him for being a little wary. Last 'doctor' he talked to was trying to get inside his head.
"Yeah, missed all the flood stuff. Sounds, you know, Biblical."
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"Suppose it does, a bit. Only there wasn't an ark or animals." Unless the castle and the shield that was put up counts as that.
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"Yeah, well, good thing. Pretty sure I wouldn't be picked if they were going to go all two-by-two for survival of the human race." Hell, he wouldn't even pick himself. How the hell he ended up here in magic bracelet land...?
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"Suppose I wouldn't have been either, given how many others called the Doctor can be found around here." If they went in the proper order of things, he wouldn't have been the first pick anyway.
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He may--just possibly--be giving away his bias about the magic thing, with the 'woo woo' terminology.
"I guess this place needs a lot of doctoring, then." He's not sure if that's even a joke. Maybe?
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"Truth is, I'm not sure how much of what we're being told that I really believe." Oh, of course, gods might walk among them, and they might have a specific purpose in being there, but he can't quite help his skepticism.
"Suppose it might at that." With so many of them walking around, it's not an unreasonable conclusion to make, joke or no joke.