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thoughtformed2012-06-04 11:34 pm
solemnly_swere) wrote in thoughtformed2012-06-04 11:34 pm
Entry tags:
Accidental Video | Location
Warnings: Descriptions of violence, werewolf transformations and pain.
It's dark at first. Pitch black. Nothing but the scuffling noises of movement. The phone is slowly adjusting to the bleakness, there is a crack running along the video, off to one side, as if it has fallen. Perhaps that's what turned it on.
As it adjusts, it's easy to tell the location is a cave. There are a few scattered things in the cave. A broken chair with teeth and claw marks in it, a tattered sack with someone's stuff that looks like it's seen better days. A pillow with more stitches than fabric. Sitting off to one side, with his head in his hands, is a young man who looks just as tattered as the rest of his things. He's got a raggedy cloak draped over him, but visible patches of skin are equally covered in scars and bite marks.
The glow from the moon is the only light drifting through the cave, and after a moment there is a low whine from Remus' hunched form that draws out the tighter he curls in on himself. For a brief second, his eyes catch sight of the phone, and panic floods them as he lunges for it, but it's too late. He falls short with a pained cry and what follows is hard to watch. Time doesn't make the transformation any easier. Bones crack and shrink, muscles and tendons rearrange, organs are forced to shrink to the right size. By the time it's finished, the phone has been knocked against a cave wall, another crack finding it's way across the screen.
The lens gets a final glimpse of the beast in Remus' place. A wolf, larger than average, and with a few differences that someone with a keen knowledge of wolves might notice, but otherwise, very obviously a wolf. It throws it's head back in a long, frustrated howl. When it stops, canine eyes catch the phone again, and with a flash of teeth the video goes dead.
It's dark at first. Pitch black. Nothing but the scuffling noises of movement. The phone is slowly adjusting to the bleakness, there is a crack running along the video, off to one side, as if it has fallen. Perhaps that's what turned it on.
As it adjusts, it's easy to tell the location is a cave. There are a few scattered things in the cave. A broken chair with teeth and claw marks in it, a tattered sack with someone's stuff that looks like it's seen better days. A pillow with more stitches than fabric. Sitting off to one side, with his head in his hands, is a young man who looks just as tattered as the rest of his things. He's got a raggedy cloak draped over him, but visible patches of skin are equally covered in scars and bite marks.
The glow from the moon is the only light drifting through the cave, and after a moment there is a low whine from Remus' hunched form that draws out the tighter he curls in on himself. For a brief second, his eyes catch sight of the phone, and panic floods them as he lunges for it, but it's too late. He falls short with a pained cry and what follows is hard to watch. Time doesn't make the transformation any easier. Bones crack and shrink, muscles and tendons rearrange, organs are forced to shrink to the right size. By the time it's finished, the phone has been knocked against a cave wall, another crack finding it's way across the screen.
The lens gets a final glimpse of the beast in Remus' place. A wolf, larger than average, and with a few differences that someone with a keen knowledge of wolves might notice, but otherwise, very obviously a wolf. It throws it's head back in a long, frustrated howl. When it stops, canine eyes catch the phone again, and with a flash of teeth the video goes dead.
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Actionspam
Ten seconds later the TARDIS materializes in front of her.
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Actionspam
"Hello, Jenny! Care for a lift?"
He then threw the door open the rest of the way, came outside, and enveloped Jenny in an enormous hug, twirling her around and lifting her off the ground as he did so.
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She hugs him back, grinning just as brightly and laughing. They haven't been able to spend nearly enough time together yet, and she likes his new attitude. It's different. Interesting.
"We're really gonna go meet an actual werewolf!"
Sense of danger, what sense of danger?
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"Oh, yes! Never met a werewolf before, but I always wanted to. First time for everything! I suppose you haven't read Harry Potter, but Lupin is amazing! He was always one of my favorites. Shall we?"
Of course not - look at who her father(s) is (are).
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When he finally put her back down, she smiled and straightened his bowtie a bit.
"So, he's nice then, is he? I mean... normally and all that."
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The Doctor displayed his restlessness as she straightened his bowtie, bobbing up and down on the balls of his feet.
"Can't control himself when he's in wolf form, unfortunately. Also tends to hurt himself if there's no-one around to stop him, I think, so we should get going."
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"Well come on then. No point in standing around chatting all night when there are adventures to have and creatures to -" She almost said defeat. Her life mantra coming to the tip of her tongue at an instant. Worlds to save, creatures to defeat, civilisations to rescue. "- Rescue!"
With that she was dashing into the Tardis and up to the console like a giddy child on Christmas.
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"Ready? GERONIMO!" And off they went.
"Plotting the probability vector... tracing the strange entropic energy signature... and here we are! Well? What are we waiting for?"
He was already halfway to the door by the time the landing had finished.