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Lucius Tyler Vulneras
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PostSubject: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeMon Jul 29, 2013 3:59 pm

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((This is one of the longest intros I have ever made...))

The Interfector was drifting through space.  His TARDIS hummed with life as the Time Lord paced the console room, hands flying up to his head and clenching his black hair in annoyance.  How long had it been?  Days?  Weeks?  Months?  The Time Lord stopped keeping track as he obsessed over new plans.  New plans that would build the Time Lord empire and bring glory to Rassilon's name.  The last of the daleks would be obliterated thanks to the Shadow Proclamation.  Any Time Lord that got in his way would be dealt with accordingly.  The Interfector didn't necessarily want to kill them but he would show them what it meant to get in his way.  The only one's he knew about were the Doctor and Sonya.  The rest was kept from him, the two he encountered informed him that they were the only ones.  How much he believed of that was uncertain.

The Interfector had been trying only to fail to find a way to rewind the Time Lock.  It had infuriated him and thrown him into the rampage he was currently in.  Whatever the Doctor had done he did it well.  This thing was irreversible even for the Interfector.  So he rallied up a new plan.  He would find a way to pull his people from the Time Lock instead of simply preventing it from happening or unlocking it.  

To do so, it would take a lot of work and the Time Lord had a different idea. A personal need to warn the only force that could prevent him from reaching his goal.  The Doctor would surely come after him if he tried to bring the Time Lords back.  That was made obvious near the end of their 'little visit'. The Interfector needed to intimidate him, show him the consequences if he chose to get in his way.  

Earth.  The one thing that stupid Time Lord cherished.  He would go there and cause fear and pain.  The Doctor would see what he was capable of.  The Interfector would drop the Earth's fate in his hands.  If he proceeded to stop the Interfector, his precious earth would be destroyed.  If the Doctor stayed away and let the Interfector work.. well, then both of them would get what they so desired.  It wasn't as if the Interfector was plotting to destroy the universe. No, he was enhancing it by bringing back the powerful Time Lord race.  He was also certain the Doctor would back off since he didn't thing the other Time Lord would be able to handle the guilt of the destruction of two planets on his shoulders.

The Interfector commanded his TARDIS to take him to London, Earth.  The Chameleon Circuit was kicked into gear once they landed and took on the appearance of an abandoned shed.  No one ever bothered with something this small and old looking. No, most apes liked bigger things that were abandoned like a house or a hotel.  The Time Lord gathered several past inventions of his.

He walked out in the dim evening, a cold wind had picked up which was odd for this time of year.  July 29th, 2013 at 10:48pm.  The Interfector wasn't too brushed up on Earth facts but he didn't think cold winds were common at this time.  Shrugging he went to work building an odd arch.  A pillar he set up was seven feet tall and just looked like a thin, cylindrical rod that stuck out of the ground.  He set up three more of these in a tiny square before pulling out what he really needed.  It was a clear wire/tube that he wrapped around the four pillars at a precise area and shape.  It was threaded like a spider's web and when he was finished he opened a panel on one of the pillars and activated the timer.  

The Interfector set up seven more of these devices around the world, using his shed-cloaked TARDIS to travel the pitiful world and do this.  He then returned to Earth and started preforming his favourite task.  With a vial in hand he spread the poison to certain people by touching their hand or clothes with his own infected hand.  It was powdered and worked up dissolving into the skin whenever it was touched.  Lucky for him he was wearing his black glove plus had taken the antidote.

The poison worked in different ways and only took a couple of hours to kick in.  The affected person cold react in one of few ways.  They could get a high fever and that would be the worst of it.  Some would vomit and shake and had to be hospitalized to keep the poor souls hydrated.  Others would enter into a coma that would last for an unknown amount of time.  Some may even find themselves dead, though this was a rare thing in such a short time.  The short time meaning eventually, within two months times, all the infected would be dead.  

This was the Interfector's form of blackmail.  He had the antidote and would cure all if the Doctor agreed no to disturb his work.  Well, that's where the pillars came into play... This was all a game to catch the other Time Lord and the Interfector hoped he wouldn't see through the trap...

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PostSubject: Re: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeMon Jul 29, 2013 11:39 pm

"Behave!" the Metacrisis Doctor yelled as he hit one of the Tardis controls with a hammer, his other hand gripping onto the control panel as it lurched violently the other way. A few more violent shakes, and the Tardis had landed, the column settling near the bottom. "There we go, on top of the rift, you'll be as good as new and then we'll take you back to where you belong," he said as he flipped several dials to open up the Tardis, and begin the process of refueling. Just moments before, he had spotted the Tardis, his version of the Tardis to be precise. He had to think hard to remember where it had been in relation to the surroundings, but he was reasonably sure that day he had gone into a candy shop and went chasing after a hiding alien with Rose. Rose... He frowned as his hand hovered over the controls, before sighing heavily. It had been, in his mind, forever since he had been warped into his other half's Tardis, and accidentally dropped back in the universe he started from. He missed her so, and once again he was tempted to take the Tardis back through to the other side. But he knew, he would cause a rip in both universes, and once again didn't.

A beep startled him from his deep pondering, and he looked over to one of the consoles to see a sonic screwdriver come out. With a grin, he snapped it up, and began pointing it around as he switched it on, testing its functions. Then just as quickly, he had thrust it into his jacket pocket, and was out the door. A big grin played on his face as he pulled the door closed behind him, finding the familiar surroundings of Cardiff. He took a deep sniff of the air as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, beginning his usual routine of identifying various odors in the air and wandering about downtown. It was the usual things, the pollution in the air, the smell of car grease, and the unmistakable smell of banana ice cream. Within an instant, the Doctor was in front of the stand the scent originated from, and soon had the concoction in his hand. And so he wandered down the street, licking the ice cream as he peered through the various shop windows he passed.

He didn't notice it at first as he walked down the street, but there were several people strolling around who seemed positively dizzy. When he did notice them, they were in the general vacinity of a bar, and so his first thought was they were drunk. And a moment later, they collapsed, causing a car to honk and serve, ramming into the sidewalk and nearly hitting him. He jumped back, half the icecream going into his mouth, and the rest on his face. He grimaced as the intense cold flooded his head, his eyes rolling up in his head as his fingers pressed to the side of his head. He shook his head and opened his eyes, seeing a police officer and other humans crowded around the afflicted. Which were only three, but they were still lying in the middle of the road.

"Not another one," the officer said as he stood up after taking a breath test. "Someone call for an ambulence."

"Another what?" Immediately the Doctor was at the officer's side, curious as ever as to what was going on. Especially if it looked and sounded particularly strange and alien.

"Oh, another one of those strange sickness cases. Don't you read the papers? They've been popping up all over the place in the past week."

"No, I'm...kind of a hermit." The Metacrisis Doctor backed up as he let the police officer take care of things, the sound of sirens in the distance. He moved away from the crowds, stopping at a newspaper machine. He frowned as he reached into his pocket, not finding any quarters for the machine. "I used up all my change!" he said incredulously to himself, following it up with a grumbling. As a timelord and time traveller, he carried no money with him, but living as a human required a job to earn money for every day things. Which meant he had an ID card, and credit cards which only worked in the parallel universe. And some leftover cash. Looking left and right, he pulled out his screwdriver and unlocked the the machine, then removed the newspaper from it. He wandered down the street, glancing over the collection of articles. The first thing he made sure to check was the date. All right, it was the 7th of August, he noted, of 2013.

The article in question was not on the first page, but on one of the pages deeper in. It contained a brief interview with a doctor, who described some of the symptoms his patients had shown. They had all come down with whatever it was very suddenly, and while they seemed to be in no danger of dying, they needed to be kept hydrated. What they seemed to have, was something completely unknown and new. Unfortunately for the Doctor, this interview didn't tell him much, nor if it was anything more than another human disease going about. Well if it was, he'd probably have to be a little more careful about not catching it.

Shoving the paper under his arm, he continued down the street, eating what he had had left of his now soggy cone. As he threw the last pieces of his mouth, he stopped in near shock at what he saw in the window of a clothing store. Was that...was that his trenchcoat? Nah...he had gotten that brown trenchcoat a few centuries back as a gift. He continued to stare at it however, before finally strolling into the shop. Instantly a salesman was at his side, advertising whatever the Doctor happened to be nearest at the moment.

"Um, how much is the coat?" the Doctor asked as he gestured to the brown lookalike that hung from the rack.

"Oh that! That is a genuine wool and cotton blend, you won't find another one like it. There's only one of it's kin-"

"Oh yeah, I have it already," the Doctor interrupted, as he moved to the rack, beginning to feel the material of the sleeves. The salesman seemed to have been caught offguard by this, but he quickly recovered.

"It's on sale! Half price!"

The Doctor had moved from the sleeves to the collar, checking the lapels and how it hung from the hangar. Then he flipped up the tag, peering at it. "Well I can see why, one of its kind coat which is probably one out of a number of replicas and, oh, look at that, made in china. Is everything made in china these years?" he asked as he looked back at the salesman. "You know about items made in china, right? Bit of a myth really, the chinese actually have some excellent clothes. Still..." he paused as he stepped back, his gaze lingering on the coat a moment longer. "Still there could be a bit of truth in those myths."

"Two thirds off! And that's my final offer!"

"I'll take it!" the Doctor said as he looked up cheerfully, a wide grin on his face. And as soon as he had given nearly the remainder of his cash to the storekeeper, he was out the door, with the new coat over his shoulders. Really it was a nice coat, but unfortunately it would never replace that one he had been given as a gift. He would just have to break this one in, he decided. Soon he was in a full run down the street, and had burst through the doors of his Tardis. He glanced at the readout which displayed the recharge levels, before switching over to the time databanks. Now the year was 2013, the date August 7th; what happened around this time, he wondered. He glanced briefly over the news and history of the earth at this time period, before something caught his eye. It was the same thing he had seen in the newspaper, only this was in Berlin.

"What?" he uttered aloud. He continued through this, finding the same strange incidents happening all over the earth. Random cases in random places, having seemingly nothing to do with eachother. He rested his chin in his hand, just staring at the information he came across. It was confounding, and he had absolutely no idea what was causing it. What he did know for sure, was it was too spreadout in too short a time to be just coincidence. He leaned back, staring at the screen as he pondered where to go and what to do. As it is, he had to put the Tardis back where he found it, or he could entirely mess things up if his other self came back for it too soon. Or maybe not, as long as he went back to the right point. Still, he hated to think what would happen if another version of himself came to this time in search of funny business.

But just as he was thinking this, another beeping came from the console. Once again he was at it, tracking a strange signal to London. One that he noted shouldn't have been there. The heavy frown again settled on his face, before he looked over at the power gauge. Good enough, he decided, before he pulled down the lever, taking a quick hop over to London, and the mysterious source.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeTue Jul 30, 2013 6:02 pm

The Interfector had retreated to his TARDIS. How long had he been here? He wasn't paying attention to that minor detail. The Time Lord was currently sitting in a chair, lounging as he fiddled with wires to an electromagnetic bomb. He had used the prototype to stop a group of Daleks when he was with the Doctor and, much to his delight, it had worked wonders. Now he was increasing both the strength and range as well as its efficiency, attempting to perfect his creation. With his brow furrowed in concentration, he twisted this wire, clipped that, and finally connected everything to their proper places within the bomb.

As he was trying to replace the plate to cover up the inner workings, an alarm shook the interior of the TARDIS. With an annoyed grunt, the Interfector set his project on a work bench before standing and walking over to the console. He grabbed the screen and pulled it closer, looking at the data with a frown. The gallifreyan symbols blinked and transformed into the wave length of something he had studied until it was as familiar as the back of his hand. The Doctor's TARDIS.

The Interfector laughed as he began typing with amazing speed on the keyboard, bringing up more information such as the date, where the TARDIS was parked, and all the buildings around that area. "Oh, you are making this too easy. Come on little fishy, bite the hook." Even to his own ears he sounded mad. But if you were the obsessive type, the type to push and push and push until you have conquered your current mission into complete submission.. wouldn't you go mad as well?

Disappearing into the corridor of his TARDIS, he opened one of the doors to his weaponry and started stuffing his bigger-on-the-inside pockets full of small devices, vials with multicoloured liquids, and finally his sonic hammer. With a nod of approval he pulled his black glove on his right hand and walked back into the console. "Lower the energy levels, cut off active rooms A through J. He has most likely picked up a signal but we have to make finding you a little more difficult than that." The TARDIS hummed and obeyed, the obvious sounds of powering down was noted through the sudden silence. The hum of power was so low he could barely hear it. Satisfied, the Interfector nodded before pulling up his sleeve and working the device on his right wrist. When the words 'synced' appeared he finally left his TARDIS.

Upon exiting his eyes had to adjust to the afternoon sun. He squinted and scanned the area. His TARDIS was parked behind a warehouse so as not to look suspicious if anyone would happen to walk by it. It still looked like a shed which, considering there were four more similar in appearance, it fit right in. Rubbing his neck, the Interfector straightened his red tie before walking out further on the streets. Oh, this would be so much fun. The anticipation was starting to get to him, causing him to roll his neck and stretch out his arms. Most people he past gave him one of a few looks: curiosity, cautiousness, respect. It was all due to the suit and the way he presented himself. Some felt admiration, others intimidation.

He had been walking for fourty minutes before he found the place he was searching for. It was approximately seven blocks from where the Doctor's TARDIS was located. The area had a 'Warning: construction' sign on the fence though the Time Lord ignored it and proceeded inside. The Interfector's grey eyes observed the area with intensity, looking for something to work with. A crane drew his interest so he started to head that way when a man in a hard hat and bright orange overalls walked over and raised a hand to stop him.

"'scuse, sir, I don't think you're suppose to be here." The man had placed his hand on the Interfector's chest. The Time Lord was still staring at the crane, it took him a while to acknowledge the ape that had stopped him.

Feeling annoyed and aggravated, the Interfector finally looked his obstacle. Now wasn't the right time to start a slaughter of civilians, that would come later. So he plastered a fake, charming smile on his face and purred sweetly, calmly, "Safety check. I left my credentials in my vehicle. I can show them to you after." He tried to pull away from the man but the guy was persisted and pushed the Time Lord a little in warning.

"Sorry, sir, but.. if you're here for a safety check why aren't you wearin' yer safety gear." Suspicion was evident in the man's tone. Oh, he didn't have time for this. Looking around and noticing everyone was busy on their lunch break or working machinery, the Interfector snatched the guys arm, twisted it, and used his other arm to cover the guy's mouth to prevent his yelps of surprise from being heard. The Time Lord dragged the man behind rows and rows of large, metal poles that were most likely used in the construction of a sturdy structure of a massive building. He proceeded to cover the man's nose and mouth with a large hand. The guy lashed around, kicking and trying to escape but was soon rendered unconscious. The Interfector unceremoniously let the man's body drop to the ground before he proceeded towards the crane, this time using equipment and materials for cover.

He ran his fingers through his black hair before climbing up the steps of the crane and opening the driver's door. A man was in there and started yelling angrily at the Time Lord. Sighing, the Interfector reached into his pocket, grabbed a vial and needle and promptly injected it into the crane operator's neck. The guy went limp and was tossed out the door. The Interfector sat in the chair and looked at all the gears and controls curiously. A radio tuned in and a fuzzy voice said, "Alright, Paul, bring 'er in nice and slow."

The Interfector smiled in glee as he muttered under his breath, "Nice and slow? Unlikely. Come on, Doctor, bite the hook. You are not one for keeping your nose out of trouble." And with that he pulled a lever. The crane groaned as it swung to the right, colliding with the frame of the building in the making. Men started shouting, the radio screamed, "Whoa! Whoa! What're you doing?". Metal poles and platings came crashing to the ground. People were screaming and crying, the sounds of fear and agony echoing in the construction zone. The Time Lord pushed buttons and pulled another lever. The crane went from standing tall and sturdy to dropping to the ground and crushing at least three worker's below.

The Interfector leaned back, propped his feet on the crane controls and started to hum. "Come on, come on, let the games begin."

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PostSubject: Re: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeWed Jul 31, 2013 11:57 pm

And then just as suddenly, the signal was gone. The Tardis rematerialized in London, in an alleyway between two buildings. The Metacrisis Doctor stepped out of the Tardis, looking left and right down the street. Well, there was nothing out of the ordinary, that was good...he supposed. He quietly shut the door as he stepped out, his hands stuffing themselves in his pants pockets. That was the problem with these signals, he thought to himself, when they didn't want to be found, they disappeared. And then you had to track them down. He had only gotten a glimpse of it, but it was enough of a glimpse. He had hoped that his trip in the Tardis had only caused a slight malfunction, and would repair itself, but the gut feeling still remained. Now as long as he knew what he was looking for...

But he wasn't sure it wasn't another version of himself. Blimey, that would be bad, he thought. Rip another hole in space and time, assuming it hadn't been done already. Now where was the best hiding place? In plain sight or behind a building? He went looking anyway, and though he covered several blocks, he could not find heads or tails of a police box. Neither could he hear it. And although he was human, and lacking in timelord telepathy, usually he could pick up on something. Usually, as long as the Tardis chose to tap into his mind.

As he cleared one block, he pulled out his screwdriver, changing the setting and buzzing his surroundings. He continued buzzing the air for a long time, earning quite a few strange looks from passersby. By another block, he was getting a bit frustrated. The sonic screwdriver had picked up nothing, and he was beginning to wonder whether his Tardis had just had a hiccup. He turned it off, flipping it up and down idly in his hand as he looked around. A confused look appeared on his face, as he realized he had been paying more attention to his screwdriver, than he had been to the actual street names. Well, no matter, he remembered where he had parked his Tardis, and that had been in a little alley between 7th and 8th avenue. Or was it 9th. The screwdriver went back into his coat as he strolled along, his eyes narrowed slightly as he walked down the street.

Eventually, he paused at a construction site, gazing over the buildings beyond. The cranes sat around idle, while the men were off on their lunch break. He caught the occasional one wandering about, holding a lunchbox and eating a sandwich. That reminded him, he thought as his arms rested against the fence. He had meant to go to that restaurant and try their banana chips. Banana chips were good, really good, though one snackbar had managed to fry them to a near black crisp. What a way to ruin them, he thought idly as he turned his head to the side.

He didn't stay there for long, as suddenly his ears picked up the sound of screaming amidst machine noises. His eyebrows raised, as he looked about the construction yard, looking for the source. He soon spotted it as it turned around the building, in the form of a crane. It crashed into it a moment later, sending the entire framework crashing to the ground, and smothering the workers underneath it. With all the yelling, and the way the crane crashed into the building, he would've thought the driver drunk. However, none of them seemed to be able to stop the man, and he suddenly began to wonder if it was deliberate. He ducked his head under the fence, going past the keep out sign. With the workers more concerned about the runaway crane, it was easy for him to slip in. He pulled out his screwdriver, switching the setting as he walked towards the buildings and crane. Maybe it was one of those sick, who had gone crazy and on a rampage. If it were, maybe he could stop the person and talk to him, see what was ailing him. But first, he thought as he fixed the setting and pointed it at the crane, time to lock the wheels. And the screwdriver turned on with a loud buzzing, turning the wheels into a locked position.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeThu Aug 01, 2013 11:41 am

The crane jerked to a heavy stop and the Interfector grunted as his body was tossed painfully against the controls.  There, he had what he wanted, the Doctor within a short distance.  He would always prefer it if the Doctor came to him, it made it more interesting.  A lost puppy returning to its master.  Usually it was the Interfector who went hunting for who he wanted but in that style it was always a predator stalking its prey.  The Doctor wouldn't kill him without several attempts at negotiation.  That's what made him weak.  An injured doe in the middle of wolf territory.  

The Time Lord pried himself up and exited the crane.  Straightening his ruffled suit, he walked around the large machine and started to head towards the exit gate, eyes scanning the area and his other senses tingled with awareness.  It didn't take him long to recognize the figure of the tenth incarnation of the Doctor.  Lucky him he had attracted the familiar face.  Though he was sure it would be easy to pick up a Time Lord's tracks in the midst of stupid apes.  

The Interfector took long strides and stopped within a few meters of the Doctor.  His grey eyes stared challengingly at him though the rest of his facial features were calm.  Opening his mouth to speak, he suddenly looked taken aback and closed his gaping jaw.  Something wasn't right here.  The Time Lord's eyes roamed the Doctor's body, looking for any sign.  He cocked his head and inhaled deeply.  That was alarming, his scent was a lot fainter with a mix of something he couldn't quite name.  One last check was in need.  Reaching out with his mind, the Interfector did that testing prod he did upon first meeting the Doctor before finding out why this was all wrong.

He is human.

Whether he wanted to laugh or scream he didn't know.  What he did know if this human version of the Doctor flew the TARDIS.  That is how he got here, was it not?  What in Rassilon's name was going on?  

"What is your name?"  He purred with a rough edge as he stared into those brown eyes that held no recognition.  Wasn't this good?  The Interfector could kill him and leave, not worrying about the ultimatum and moving along his goal of recreating his race in glory's name.  Humans only had one life after all.  But that just wasn't it.  He realized he had wanted the face to face discussion.  The negotiation that would be an obvious struggle for the Doctor.  Stop him or save his kind.  If he could.  The Interfector had craved that sort of conflict, the challenge.  Now what, he wasn't going to get it because the Doctor had one measly heart?

Anger built up in him quickly, his hot temper being set ablaze as his gaze turned hard and heated.  No.  This was unexceptionable.  He didn't even wave for an answer, the Interfector's movement was viper-like as his arm reached and grabbed the Doctor's ear, dragging him roughly towards the exit of the construction site.  People were still screaming and starting the process of cleaning up the tragic mess.  A few people noticed the two leaving and started shouting at them to stop.  Unlikely.  The worse they would do was phone the cops and that would be an easy force to get rid of.

"Where is it?  Tell me where it is, you Behave!  Where is the Chameleon Arch? The fob watch?  Give it to me and redeem yourself!" He was snarling as he used both arms to drag the man in the general direction of the Interfector's TARDIS.  He expected a struggle, fear, anger, hate, anything.  The Time Lord reacted poorly to this situation and he knew it.  Damn his short fuse.

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PostSubject: Re: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeThu Aug 01, 2013 2:08 pm

The Metacrisis Doctor just stood there as the crane came to a stop, hurling its driver into the controls. He put the screwdriver back in his pocket, but he didn't need to approach the scene to find the man. The driver had climbed out, and was walking towards him, and so he waited. His eyes flickered towards the buildings in the background, the sounds of moans and cries emanating from them. His heart went out to them, but there was nothing he could do for them, it was up to the paramedics. Hopefully, he could figure out what was wrong with this man, and be one step closer to solving this puzzling situation. He watched the man as he strode towards the gate, his hands in his pockets and standing there with a serious look of expectation. The other man was only two inches taller than he was, and just as lanky, with the same preference for spiky hair. But the look he carried in his eyes, was wrong. He stared up at the Interfector, his brown eyes meeting with grey eyes. His eyes themselves were strange, grey with specks of silver, and was hardly one normal humans carried. The other seemed shocked by something, looking him over as if he were some kind of strange creature. That, or was just a touch bit crazy. His mind reacted subtly to the Interfector's prod, not noticing it, except for the slight poke at the back of his mind, that there was something truly wrong.

"I'm the..." he began, to the Interfector's query, before the other had suddenly moved by him. The action was so sudden, that it surprised the Doctor, and he found himself trailing along behind the Interfector. "Oi oi! Stop it!" he complained, not liking being dragged by his ear across the construction yard at all. In all his life, his timelord and human ones, had he ever been grabbed by the ear and pulled along. At least not that he could remember, and it made him feel like a little boy, which, at 904 plus a few years, he definitely was not. By the time they had cleared the gate, he had managed to jerk his ear out of the Interfector's grasp. He had no time to sooth the aching carteladge however, as the Interfector was dragging him on past. He ended up flailing, and once they had reached an intersection, he jerked himself completely out of the Interfector's arms, into the street. He stepped back as a car honked, the automobile moving by at such a speed his trenchcoat whipped up in the air for a moment.

He stared across the road to the other man, his eyebrows narrowed in confusion. It took him a moment to make sense of what the other man had said, but then it clicked. This man knew the Doctor in some form, the 10th incarnation. And he knew he was a timelord, or at least, had been a timelord. And he realized he was in human form. He wasn't quite sure whether he should be worried or not, but he didn't exactly get the cozy feeling this man liked him. No, this man was more than just some sick human. This man was possibly the one he was looking for, or at least connected in some way.

"So, you know me then," he called across the street, his hands going back into their pockets. "But I'm afraid I don't know you. Are you behind all this?" By all, he meant the mysterious sickness, but he would let the Interfector tell him that.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeThu Aug 01, 2013 6:33 pm

The Interfector glared after the Doctor as he escaped to the other side of the street. He didn't remember him? This was a fob watch's doing. But when asked who he was he started with 'the'. The what? The Doctor, more than likely. Apes usually didn't have titles with "the", at least not ones they introduce themselves as. They were usually boring like John, Brittany, Anthony. But how is it the Doctor could remember his own name but had no idea who the Interfector was? A fob watch didn't kep partial memories. It was all or nothing, at least that is what he was taught their function was. Usually if you remember something of your past you start to remember it all. But if he knew things before a certain time, like his own personal name, he would know the Interfector's name as well. Not by appearance but by words. They never met on Gallifrey but both their names were known. The Doctor was near famous from all his rebellious acts and traitorous behaviour. The Interfector was just a brilliant soldier that gained recognition during the Time War.

Cocking his head, he studied the Doctor with hard eyes, trying to understand and come up with a proper conclusion but finding this difficult. He'd have to conduct thorough research if he'd ever unravel the mystery of the Doctor's current condition. Or maybe interrogate the bugger. The Doctor's question caused his lip to twitch, amused but not willing to show it. "You know me. As I know you. Of course I am behind this. I have a bone to pick with you. I have no idea what you have done to yourself but you are still the same, are you not? Which means your ideas are the same. That is all that I need to proceed with," He motioned in the air, looking around at the sky as he indicated the world, "what this is. It is a choice, Doctor. One that you will make."

The Interfector tried to compose himself, his hateful face died down to one of calm collection as he paced on his side of the street, hands clasped behind his back. He let his eyes drift unseeing around the area around him before he looked at the human Doctor. "Make this easy and come with me." The Interfector started to walk slowly and carefree across the street when there was a lag in traffic. He made sure to keep a good distance between the Doctor and himself as not to frighten the other man away.

You will come, will you not? I have answers to your questions, as you have to mine. Why not help one another out?" As he turned away, a menacing look entered his eyes. But his back was already turned, making it hard for the other man to observe the expression. The Interfector began to stroll down the side walk and towards his TARDIS. If the Doctor didn't follow, he would simply let the first batch of humans die. Maybe then the other man would cooperate.

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PostSubject: Re: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeThu Aug 01, 2013 7:28 pm

The Doctor furrowed his eyebrows, watching as the Interfector spread his arms out, indicating the open sky. His eyes averted from the Interfector to look up at it, but he understood the man's point. What he didn't understand was why. He watched the other practically waltz across the street towards him, staying rooted to the spot, unyielding as this new unknown and possibly dangerous person. Only his eyes turned as he watched the Interfector make it to the corner, as the man suggested he come with him. Yes, he did have questions, lots of them. Who was this man? How did he know the Doctor? He seemed to have some sort of vendetta against him. What had he done to this man to make him hate him? Was he even human? His human senses lacked the refinery to pick up on things that seemed out of ordinary, such as the scent of another being, so he was stuck with using his vision and what the other told him.

More importantly, what had he done to the people here? Poisoned them? His eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he recalled some of the reports. Most had common flu symptoms, but never getting better, and some had even died. Did that mean that eventually everyone affected would die? He could only imagine how large a population could disappear across the world, all in the span of a few weeks or months. And what did he mean by a choice? What choice did he have to make? Evidentally it had something to do with the human population falling ill. He truly hated it when people decided to play games with him, using other beings and death as their tools.

When the Interfector was nearly at the end of the sidewalk, about to cross the street and turn the corner, he made his decision to follow. Ultimately, he knew deep down that the Interfector WANTED him for something, but he couldn't just stand by and let him kill innocent people til he paid attention. And he assumed this man was the type to kill lots of people to get his attention.  And yet if he followed, what would this man want him to do? Something that only a timelord could do, evidently. And what was that?

The questions twirled about in his head until he was nearly driven insane. He broke into a run, easily crossing the distance between him and the Interfector. He nearly collided with a car, again, as he crossed the street, and had to turn around just to find him again. But he did, and he had soon caught up behind the man. He slowed to a mere walk, looking over at the taller one as he stayed just the slightest bit behind him.

"Who are you? What have you done? Poisoned them? And why do you need me?" He walked ahead, before stepping in front of the Interfector. His brown eyes regarded the Interfector's with a cold gaze, one that indicated curiosity and anger.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeThu Aug 01, 2013 9:11 pm

"Poison is just the beginning." The Interfector indirectly confirmed. He was forced to stop when the Doctor stepped in front of him and met the smaller man's cold gaze with one of hard amusement. The amount of fun this was shouldn't exist considering this was business. Serious business, in fact. Clenching his fists and then releasing, he slowly reached up and turned the Doctor back into the proper direction. He then put an arm around his shoulder so they would continue walking before he dropped his arm. "I am the Interfector. Hello again, Doctor."

And with that he stayed silent for a bit, turning the idea of 'why do you need me' in his head. If he did not remember the last encounter could it be possible he would assist him now? No, his idea about a Time Lord empire would be the same. He wouldn't want it to happen. The Doctor had said the Time Lords had their time but the universe was done with them and they had to move on. The Interfector disagreed. The universe shouldn't even exist without the lords of time and space present to rule. Maybe now that the Doctor had so much to lose he would cooperate.

"This seems like a proper alley, hm?" The Interfector suddenly said aloud. He slipped into it and pulled the device on his wrist to his mouth, "Lock on location and transfer." He stood with his hands clasped behind his back until a small wind picked up. The loose garbage and other bits of debris twirled in a mini vortex as the Interfector's TARDIS materialized. The outside was a rough looking shed, proving to have a working Chameleon Circuit.

The Time Lord glanced back at the Doctor before proceeding towards the doors and walking inside. Immediately inside were two pillars that scanned all who entered. The metal stairs led up to the tiny console room. There was only enough room for six pilots around the console and a workbench to the right. Computer screens were located on either side of the doors that led to the many other rooms of the TARDIS as well as over the work bench. No one could forget the swivelling screen on the console. The Time Rotor had white lightning bouncing zig zagging up and down the pillar, more for show than anything else. On the right wall contained a massive design of Rassilon's star. The whole console room was chrome and the console glowed a faint blue.

The Interfector hovered by the console before slowly turning to the Doctor. "Well, why do we not talk like the civilized beings we are? " The irony of his statement caused a chilling smile to crawl on his face. Oh, what will you choose, Doctor? Agree with me and my dreams are touchable, just waiting to be plucked from the dark corners of the universe. Deny me and I will enjoy every ounce of blood that flows from the Earth. It will taint your hands, not mine. Tormenting a poor soul, I should be ashamed. But he is no longer a Time Lord so I hardly care.

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The Metacrisis Doctor stayed silent as he pondered this new information, walking along with the Interfector where-ever they happened to be going. He had only heard of the Interfector, never actually met him. Only heard his name mentioned throughout the Time War, an excellent soldier with high recommendations. Which meant another timelord had survived the Time War. And this wasn't the Master, who had run from the Dalek Emperor, and was insane himself. This timelord had lived through the Time War, and somehow, he had survived. Somehow he had escaped the time lock.

He supposed he should've been happy that another one of his kind had survived, and in a tiny way, he was. But a new fear settled into his heart, and that was that he was dealing with someone much worse than his old rival and friend. He knew how he had been at the end of the time war; running, bitter, willing to commit genocide if needed. Only the other timelords had been worse, much worse. Willing to sacrifice all of creation, so they could escape. Had the Interfector become one of them? Certainly he was one who had agreed with the plan. And seeing how willing he was to put all of humanity on the line, he had a sinking feeling in his gut he was dealing with one of them.

He stopped in the alley, looking around at it as the Interfector spoke, commanding his Tardis to appear. He looked at the Interfector's wrist idly, before looking around, and not too soon a wind picked up, blowing his hair back and sending up bits of paper and dust. He took a step back away from the appearing building, watching it appear from his human's visual spectrum. As it appeared, he noted its disguise.

"You have a working chamelian circuit," he remarked. Though it wasn't unexpected. Was he the only one with a broken circuit? He rather liked the look of the blue police box, and had not bothered to fix it. Catching the Interfector's gaze, he walked inside after the timelord, and up the metal stairs that led to the console room. The inside of the console room was rather tiny, with enough room for the two to walk around, but definitely much less than his own Tardis. It did have asthetic appeal though, he noted idly as he looked upwards towards the dome.

"Nice desktop," he said, before walking over to the console. He didn't actually touch anything, merely examined the various parts and mechanics that kept it together. "Ah, type 70 Tardis. Thought those were scrapped. Then again, I run around in a type 40..." He stopped to scratch the back of his neck, looking up at the Interfector. "Thought someone as yourself would be using one of the newer models?"

Then he stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the console, his trenchcoat hanging behind him over the controls and closer to the floor. The irony of the other's statement struck him hard, as not only was the Interfector guilty of taking lives, but so was he. The curious look on his face faded, being replaced with a more somber expression. "You're a timelord, you have your own Tardis. Why do you need me?"
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PostSubject: Re: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeFri Aug 02, 2013 1:29 pm

The Interfector watched the Doctor as he inspected his TARDIS. It amused him into irritation that the Doctor was admiring his TARDIS like he did the first time they met. He really didn't remember that did he? Well, at least the Interfector was graced with a second round of pride for his ship. He didn't say anything as he ran a hand over the time rotor and dropped it to the various levers and buttons. Pacing around it, he finally looked up at the Doctor once more and raised an eyebrow, rattling off the same information he already gave the Doctor in this situation.

"I was assigned a mission of retrieval closer to Gallifrey's end. I shall not go into detail, it is classified. A week's time beforehand I was assigned this TARDIS. My type 70. The mission was dangerous and we could not risk the destruction of a newer TARDIS. As you know, for efficiency there should be six pilots. But I was the only one. After that was complete I was to be awkwarded a war TARDIS. Sadly, you established the time lock before that could happen, before I could even accomplish the retrieval. I only made it out by a hair's width. Took me months to fix this girl up after all the damage she took. But here we are, safe and sound."

Shaking his head, the Interfector walked over to his workbench, picked up the project he had abandoned, and began to fiddle with it again. A small smile was on his face as his grey eyes, without any movement from the rest of his body, flickered up to the Doctor as he kept playing with the device at hand. "'Needed you' would be the proper term. I needed you when I finally discovered I was not alone. When I was excited to have a partner to assist me. You have made it clear that that cannot be when you tore away my excitement. You took away the present tense of 'need' yourself." The expression on his face turned, once more, to a darker mix of emotions.

"I am a Time Lord, I do have a TARDIS, but now I am left to work on my dreams alone. So the least I can do is make sure I will not have any obstacles in my way. That is where you come in." Finishing up with the small bomb, the Interfector reached back to set it down before scooping up another device. It was a rod, plain and simple. It didn't appear threatening or even dangerous as the Time Lord fingered it distractedly.

"The time of the Time Lords is over. What we have now is all we have got. We cannot create an army from the few of us that are left and we should not. We have an obligation to this universe. To raise it up and let it prosper like our civilization never could. It is not about bringing the Time Lords and Gallifrey back, it is about remembering them. All that died, everything that we lived for. Those endless red patches of grass peaking through the caps of snow. The mountains that roared over the horizon, those twin suns. They live on in us. What kind of Time Lords would we be if we let this universe turn to dust and ash, if we let time die out?" The Interfector's eyes went hazy as he quoted the Doctor. When he finished, they focused again on the other man's face, searching intently for any form of remembrance. There had to be something, anything.

"What in Rassilon's name have you done to yourself?" He growled at him and tapped the rod on his leg, frowning. Maybe a good smack to the head would make the Doctor remember. Thinking further the Interfector nodded his head in his general direction, "Why are you human and how do you have partial memories? That is illogical to the way the Chameleon Arch works. Explain yourself."

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PostSubject: Re: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeFri Aug 02, 2013 2:38 pm

A faint smug look appeared on the Metacrisis Doctor's face as the Interfector mentioned the word classified, though it still remained somber. "It's hardly classified if there's no authority about to deem it classified. Especially with Gallifrey gone." He watched as the Interfector fiddled with what looked like an explosive of some kind, listening to what he said. He remained quiet, but his eyebrow twitched in frustration at the Interfector's words. He wasn't answering any questions, merely bringing up more questions. What he had figured out though, the Interfector and the Doctor knew eachother, in some form, and in some way. He had some score to settle with his other self, and he wasn't sure what it was, or what the Doctor had done. He had wanted him for something obscure, plans and "dreams", and evidently, his other self had let him down. It made him truly wonder what the Interfector was up to, and he doubted it was any good. But if he didn't need him, why was he talking to him now?

Then it clicked; revenge. The Interfector wanted something, and he knew the Doctor would stop him. Perhaps he had stopped him before? He wasn't sure. But what he was sure of, was that the Interfector had purposely infected the population to get him to come here. And since the Interfector already knew he would stop him, he had prepared. Maybe he had no master plan, maybe he just wanted revenge, and killing his favorite race was his way of doing so. No, there was something more, something he was missing; a decision he had to make with the human race in the balance. What was it?

He stared back at the Interfector as the other growled, obviously displeased with his being human. Well it was a startling revelation when he was first made, he had to admit. But he knew, deep down, that if he told the Interfector what had really happened, he would realize there were two of them. That he was the who would stop him, and yet only one of those who would stop him. And if he knew that bit of information, there would be no telling what the other would do. Kill him because he was only a human copy? Hold him hostage to summon his counterpart? He was in a corner, but he knew he couldn't tell him that, lest he put BOTH of them in a corner. At least, if he made enough fireworks, the other Doctor would come running, and the Interfector wouldn't see him coming. Though having the same Tardis in the same location twice over wouldn't be good for time. If he made it back to his Tardis, he could send a temporal signal to his future self, then send the Tardis back where he had picked it up. Once he figured out what the Interfector was up to; though it frustrated him to no end he had no prior knowledge.

"Oh, I, sort of ran into this group of aliens. Had to stop the end of the universe, and well, I ended up becoming human," he said as he got off the console, waving his hand slightly as he twisted the truth into a vague lie. "But I'm still me, I'm still the Doctor, and I still have all the memories of Gallifrey, of the Time War, of time...weellll except when I met you obviously, time kind of went wibbly wobbly and those memories fleeted away," he said, moving his hand in a flying bird fashion. "So, I take it we met and I didn't like you very much, with probably good reason, and I'm probably repeating myself now. Bit of deja vu," he said with a fleeting grin, before he stepped forward, coming close to the Interfector as he looked him in the eye with a half serious gaze. "Care to tell me before we end up, you know, repeating it all?"
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PostSubject: Re: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeFri Aug 02, 2013 4:44 pm

The Interfector's eyes instantly hardened at the mention of Gallifrey's absence. Not for long. Not until I have breathed my last breath. His knuckles tightened around the rod in his hands as he watched the Doctor watch him. Jumping to proper conclusions, every word fed to the Doctor would lead him down the right path, he knew that. What this human version of the Doctor was thinking, however, was a different story. What was he thinking? That's all the Interfector wanted to know. He had to be plotting and planning. Would his thinking patterns be inferior to his Time Lord form? Probably... human's could not process things the way Time Lords could.

The Doctor was walking up to him and the Interfector shifted his position, eyes narrowing. "You are lying to me. And there is nothing to be repeated. Only informed." The rod was flipped in hand and the Time Lord prodded it at a good angle against the other man's chest. If he were to activate the purpose of this rod, it would stop his heart. Weak, weak human. His eyes shifted, thinking of his next words carefully. But he couldn't speak, not without a warning. He had this intense need to show the Doctor exactly who he was dealing with. The other man wasn't dealing with a bluffer, nor was he dealing with someone merciful. His thumb moved to the button and activated the rod in hand.

Instantly an electric current shot through the Doctor, stopping his heart. The Interfector dropped the device and grabbed hold of the other man, dragging him forwards before roughly slamming him into the console of his TARDIS. Taking out a small needle from his coat pocket, he stabbed it into the Doctor's chest and felt the moment his heart restarted. To bring the Doctor back to awareness, the Interfector slapped him across the face before leaning in and hissing, "Each and every one of these pathetic apes will die if you get in my way. Rassilon's empire will prevail, will thrive as it once did. No Daleks, no rebellious Doctor. Do you understand me?" The Interfector shoved the Doctor harder against the console for emphasis, "It will be slow and painful, they all will suffer as they watch their loved ones die without an explanation, without a cure. You stop me here and it is over for the human race. There will be no one left and once again you will be alone, you will be the reason a whole species is wiped from the universe. If you agree to let me achieve what I want, the rebuilding of Time Lord supremacy, the antidote will be given to them. But, I will keep my devices up on Earth. I do not trust you to simply say you will allow me to do what I want without coming after me once you have hold of the antidote. Have you noticed the rods? I would advise you not toy with me, or with them, in fact. Pointing a sonic at them could trigger things you do not want. I am not about to tell you what they are capable of, but you will find out if you get in my way. Understand?"

A sick smile spread on his face, his body was quivering at the excitement of it all. This was usually the way he reacted when he was out on a mercenary mission, about to take someone's life. "My final offer, Doctor, may come as a startle and is one I highly doubt you will take. Though I recommend you at least consider. I will give these apes the antidote as well as disassemble my rods if, and only if, you assist me. Release the Time Lock, join in the glory of Rassilon as we defeat the Daleks. I know what you said last time, but this is an offer you should really think through. I am not one to give second chances. Or any chances, really. First a warning, and now an alliance. I would say I am going soft on you, traitor. "

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PostSubject: Re: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeFri Aug 02, 2013 6:02 pm

He had tried his best to come off as somewhat curious and helpful, mostly to get the Interfector to talk. At the same time, his eyes carried his usual determination, letting the Interfector know he would find out what he was up to, and he WOULD stop him. The Interfector stared back, and for a minute their eyes locked, as the timelord declared him lying. Well, he hadn't lied, merely taken the truth and twisted it around as vaguely as possible to keep himself from telling the Interfector everything. Then the stare was interupted, as his eyes shifted down to the rod in the Timelord's hands, pressed against his chest. Now that he was actually paying attention to it, he recognized its usage; it could deliver a powerful jolt that could instantly stop his heart. Effectively a cattle prod. He gave the Interfector's hand a glance, before he looked up at the Timelord. He raised an eyebrow, as he stared back at him, almost daring him to use it. He wouldn't do it...would he?

Then he got his answer. He let out a slight gasp as the electric current ran through his chest, his eyes widening at the sudden pain of his heart stopping. He collapsed, falling into the Interfector's arms as his vision began to fade. Everything was going dark, and there was little he could do to fight it, no matter how hard he tried to hang on. Curse his human fraility, he thought bitterly to himself, while sending out a fleeting thought unheard to his Tardis, before the darkness completely overwhelmed him.

Then a moment later his back was pressed up against the console, a stinging sensation in his cheek. He inhaled sharply as he looked up, the Interfector's face just inches from his own. A tiny prickle of fear ran up his spine at the Interfector's words, though his face didn't show it, his being far too busy trying to control his breathing. His teeth clenched as he took labored breaths, his heart racing and aching from the nasty jolt and injection it had received. He remained quiet as the Interfector talked, listening to every word, his face a cross between faint anger and pain. Anger growing at what this timelord wanted to do, what he wanted to bring back. At the same time, he felt a bit of sympathy for him at his words, knowing that he was one of those who blindly followed Rassilon, even though the timelord was gone. One of those who had been brainwashed to fight wars, one of those who would do anything to keep the timelords alive, even if it meant at the cost at another species.

"You can't," the Doctor said with a heavy breath, hard determination in his eyes. Even though he knew the timelord was brainwashed, even though he knew he would probably kill him in an instant, he had to try. He had to try to convince him to abandon all that and move on. "You just can't. Open that timelock, everything that was ever born in that war will come rushing through," he hissed, as he stared back at the Interfector. "It would destroy even the timelords. It's time to move on, to view the universe in a different light, to view it as it should be. There are so many species out there, so many living beings that need care and protection. We don't need to become rulers of the universe, we don't need the universe to bow to us. That was the war, the timelords weren't that. We were so much more than what the war turned us into," he said, us meaning the timelords and not directly meaning the two in the room. "Follow that route and we become nothing more than savages. Gallifrey may be gone, but it will always be there, in our past, in our memories, living on through us. As long as we keep it alive, it will always BE alive. So please," he said, his face carrying both a serious expression and a pleading one, as he begged the Interfector to listen. "Just stop, and think about what you are doing."
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As the Doctor spoke, the Interfector's face changed away from the bitter aggression displayed.  His eyes went wide and appeared lost like a child's, the rest of his features softened and lost the intimidating feel.  The grip he had on the Doctor loosened and he leaned away from the smaller man.  It looked like the Interfector was taking in the Doctor's words, considering them even.  "Savages?" His voice was quiet, troubled.  "I did not think we... there is just... nothing else.  Nothing else to live for.  Nothing."  The Interfector had moved away from the Doctor but only a couple of paces, his back was turned.  Of course this was all an act.  If you gave the Doctor a grain of hope he'd try to build acres of produce.  To manipulate such a compassionate man was as easy as pretending to take in his negotiations.

"Gallifrey.  It can live on in our memories, can it not?  The red grass, twin suns, proud city.  Though there is one problem about it all... the way we remember the people differ.  I remember them loyal, powerful, victorious and full of glory."  The anger suddenly rose in the Time Lord and it was directed to the Doctor.  He used his innocent moment to his advantage, hoping to take the Doctor off guard.  He had hopefully built up the man's hopes just to knock them down, perhaps literally.   The Interfector twisted his body just right in order to maximize the power of his punch.  His fist collided with the Doctor's jaw as he went to knock him down, or at least cause him to stumble.  He was yelling once again in order to defend his cause.

"A memory is a powerful thing.  It is a thought and thoughts can turn to reality.  That is what I aim to achieve.  Our people are ridden in a war unfinished.  What a slap to the face!  And another thing, there is no race I find precious enough to protect, nothing is worthy to replace the Time Lords.  I would rather have the universe burn then go on existing without my people."  The Interfector was on the Doctor again, taking strike after strike.  The movements were precise and if he failed to hit the smaller man it was because he managed to move out of the way.  But every step he took the Interfector matched, not willing to let the guy go unscathed.  "You insult my people!  The Time Lords will always survive, even the release of the Time Lock.  It will not end us.  We have a war to win in the name of Rassilon, the name of glory.  You are too old, traitor, you do not remember Gallifrey they way of new.  Your old ways must burn, you were never a good Time Lord.  I have done thorough readings on you, rebel scum.  I have taken down a whole Dalek fleet and I am not the only Time Lord capable of this.  We are not weak, we full fill our destiny with each strike.  Rassilon should be respected and feared throughout the galaxies. "  

Grappling with the Doctor, the Interfector finally brought him around to the workbench, pushing him up against the metal surface with aggression as he reached for a device.  It was a prong that he held threateningly near the Doctor's eye.  His voice came out eerily calm, a great contrast compared to his shouting seconds before.  "I am the one in charge.  You will listen to what I have to say.  No negotiations, no mercy.  I have given you far too many chances, Doctor.  I will break you if you continue this filibuster any further.  Your apes are dying so I advise you make it quick."   A part of him wanted to break the Doctor then and there.  Too much hate and history was affiliated with the Doctor and it wasn't even necessarily the Interfector's.

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Just for a moment, just one solitary moment, the Metacrisis Doctor thought he had reached into the Interfector's heart. The Interfector walked away in confusion and the Doctor stood up straight, straightening his suit jacket and rubbing his heart. Damn that hurt, both being shocked by the cattle prod, and whatever used to revive him. He looked down at his shirt, idly noting the hole in it from a needle, before looking up at the Interfector as he spoke. He walked a couple of paces forward towards the other, listening as he recalled Gallifrey. As he spoke, the Doctor could see it quite vividly, the planet in all its splendor and glory. But he knew he had to move on, and so did the Interfector.

But the fist to his face was unexpected, and he found himself on the floor on his hands and knees, his mouth open and his hand against his jaw. He merely stared back at the Interfector, his eyes taking on a slightly dejected look. It seemed the Interfector was a lost cause, lost to that terrible war that had engulfed the Timelords. The war that had changed them from who they once were, turning them into monsters. And it seemed there was nothing the Doctor could say or do to change his mind.

He jumped up to his feet as the Interfector advanced, moving back as the timelord threw punch after punch. He moved around the console panel, his body twisting and turning to avoid every punch the other threw. The timelord was fueled by anger, allowing it to control him. Much like he himself did. But he didn't consider the lives of other races unimportant or so beneath him. He didn't kill. He wasn't like him. Or was he?

It was perhaps that moment of hesitation that allowed the last punch to connect, and he grimaced, bending over slightly in pain. His hands grabbed for the Interfector's, and the two struggled until he was up against the bench and the wall. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath, being slightly bent over as his head and shoulders pressed against the surface of the wall. His gaze flickered between the Interfector's face, and the prong, as the threatening words came out. There were no second chances. He had to stop this man. But how? He couldn't give in, and yet he couldn't let the human race die. And even if he did give in, those devices would still be there on Earth. But what were they, and what did they do? Destroy the planet if messed with? If he let him go, he could examine those devices more carefully; but the Interfector knew this, and would probably be waiting for the opportunity. And if he didn't give in, he would likely die, the planet would die, and he would be no closer to helping him. He needed a solution, and it wasn't coming to him. Now if he was aboard the Interfector's Tardis, he might, just might have a chance to find out from the databanks what they did. But it was risky, and involved the Interfector believing him. And that would be difficult to prove, given the timelord's state of mind.

He stared back at the Interfector, the blank serious expression tinged with fear on his face. But then he looked away from the Interfector, as he replaced it with a look of nonchalance, choosing instead to look up at the ceiling. "You know, you're certainly one for the dramatics aren't you?" he asked as he looked back at the Interfector. "You could've just asked me, oh, but you did that already..." he was getting his nerve back, and it was displaying itself in his eyes as he stared directly into those cold grey eyes. "You couldn't have worked on it in secret...I might stop you after all...you still need me because it would take you ages to break that timelock. And so you decided to use a whole planet against me. Is this what the Timelord Academy turns out now, soldiers who can't fight their own battles and have to take hostages?" he challenged the other. "Is that what the great Timelord race has turned into?"
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PostSubject: Re: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeWed Aug 07, 2013 1:35 pm

The Interfector's eyes narrowed onto the Doctor, searing holes through him with just a look. Turning the prong in hand he moved it away from the man's eye. He instead used it to trap the Doctor against the bench as his free hand crawled up his torso and towards his neck. His fingers slowly closed around the Doctor's windpipe before he applied pressure, enough to make it a struggle to breathe without actually killing him. "You would love for me to ask you, would you not? Oh please, Doctor, please save me. I am a damsel in distress, now will you help me? One word would make you leap in assistance. Please" The last bit was mockery that turned to rage once more. The Interfector seemed to skip through a small set of emotions quicker than a teenage girl. The insult hit him in the wrong spot so he planned to hit the Doctor back.

"You act as if you are beyond killing. The Academy teaches to achieve your goal by whatever means necessary. Use what you can and dispose what you cannot. I am being resourceful. This allowed me to win no matter what you chose. Agree and I would have fulfilled my duty to Rassilon. Disagree and I will watch you and everything you love perish. An old enemy of the Time Lords, a brother gone astray, finally brought to justice through his last breath." Giving a harder squeeze he lifted the Doctor with just his neck, bringing the other man to his feet. The Interfector tilted his head in a reptilian manner. "What will you do now, Doctor? Well, I know what I am going to do and it does not involve letting you do a damn thing."

The Interfector let the Doctor's neck go before kicking him in the knee forcefully. He used this moment to his advantage as he reached towards the workbench, snatching a needle with yellow fluid and injecting it into the Doctor's neck. The effects were to make him weaker, harder for him to move and fight. It was much easier to drag someone around when they were in that sort of state. So the Interfector began to haul the Doctor down the TARDIS corridors and towards the darkened part of his ship. They entered a room that had a single light casting down in the center. It was dim and did a poor job at scaring away the shadows. There were chains dangling from the ceiling and that's where the Time Lord dragged the Doctor. He pulled them down and clamped them onto the man's wrists before pulling the chains back up. This caused the Doctor to hang, his ankles barely brushing the ground.

"There, a suitable place for a traitor. You have got a big mouth, I would love to hear you lip me off in your position. Fuel my hate for you." The Interfector sneered as he started searching the Doctor for any tools he might have, this included taking away his sonic screwdriver. He took a few steps away and slowly turned to the Doctor as he pulled up his sleeve and began to type on his device. After he was done his fiddling, the Interfector held down a button and commanded, "Power up screen eight." Immediately the room brightened as a screen above the door, in the Doctor's line of sight, turned on. It was just blank and white until.. "Activate phase blue." The screen split into several separate showings, each one displayed different parts of the world where the Interfector had placed one of the rods. The clear tubing wrapped around the said rods started to turn a light blue, the hum of working machinery came from the screen's speakers. It charged, the frequency getting higher until it went silent. Nothing seemed to happen for a while but soon a blue beam shot up into the atmosphere from each rod. Dark clouds began to form and the sound of rain washed over every corner of the Earth.

"Ah, beautiful, is it not? Now you can watch the world scream. It would have been better for you to simply make a choice instead of insulting me. I told you mercy is not in my repertoire." The Interfector crossed his arms as he stared at the screen, a tiny smirk twitching the corner of his mouth.

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PostSubject: Re: The Hammer and the Anvil    The Hammer and the Anvil  I_icon_minitimeWed Sep 04, 2013 9:44 am

That, was a mistake, the Doctor decided as he took in the look of rage on the Interfector's face. Every mocking word hit his ears as the timelord lifted him to his feet back his neck, causing the Doctor to gasp for air. At the moment, he wasn't sure if the Interfector planned to kill him right then and there. But as much as he seemed the type, it didn't seem probable, and he was counting on that. Then just as suddenly, he had let go of his neck, and delivered a swift kick to the knee. The Doctor grimaced as he bent down, grabbing onto the bench to keep himself from hitting the floor again. He couldn't stop the needle that went into his neck, injecting him with something he knew nothing of. Possibly poison. His attempts to get away from the Interfector was met with heavy resistance, and soon he found himself being dragged down a corridor. He thrashed and flailed, but it seemed his body wasn't going to cooperate with him. The Interfector had full control over him. Even breathing felt like a chore as he tried to fight whatever plans the Interfector had for him. And he was in another dimly lit room, on the floor gasping for air. He would have plenty of time to rest though, as suddenly two metal clamps were about his wrist and he was lifted unceremoniously into the air. If he thought there was anything he could do before, there certainly wasn't anything he could do now. With his arms raised above his head, and his screwdriver gone, he was powerless. But he knew that was the point.

His eyes flickered after the Interfector as the man began fiddling with a device, a second later the room brightening slightly. His eyes moved to regard the blank white screen, until it activated, showing what he realised was the world. And those metal rods were lighting up. His eyebrows twitched as he regarded them. What were those metal rods? Some sort of explosive? And then he watched as the humming silenced and a beam shot up, all of them simultaneous as they bored into the atmosphere. And then the rain began to pour down, and he realized what was going on. His heard jerked back to regard the Interfector.

"You're going to drown them?!" His eyes regarded the Interfector with a look of horror. He jerked his legs in an attempt to get himself down from the chains, but it was of no use. His eyes flickered back to the screen, watching as lightning flashed and the rain poured down in torrents seemed unbelievable. "Just stop," he said, desperation on his face. He had to stop the Interfector, even if it was giving into him for a while. Even if he just made him think, but he was desperate to try anything at the moment. They were going to die, and it was all his fault. "Just stop it, they're just a new race just waiting to get out there..." This wasn't working. His eyes flickered back to the screen, before looking back at the Interfector. "Just stop, I'll leave you alone, I'll even help if you need, but just remove those rods... just let them go!" The words came out in a rush, but they burned in his ears and his heart, like a thousand needles piercing him all at once. As much of a lie as it was, he didn't want to believe he had just said that. It was effectively giving into the Interfector. And if he could have sunk down anymore in his chains, he did. "Please," he added, looking into the Interfector's eyes with a desperate pleading look.
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