whispers i want to rp 10 getting captured by someone for whatever reason, being rescued after a long time, and then the recovery after all that because plotting and feels and relationship/character development ok bye
((I probably should go to bed because class in the morning. Goodnight everyone :) ))
He tried to shake his head, to find some way of communicating that he still didn’t understand what was going on, but the constant stream of drugs that was engineered to keep him powerless made it nearly impossible. Despite fighting it with whatever strength he had left, the Doctor could feel his eyelids grow impossibly heavy and drift shut. He felt as if he was moving through a thick slime- or trying to move, to be more accurate.
Everybody has some kind of scar. Send me a ✗ to hear about a physical scar my character has, or a ✧ to hear about an emotional/mental scar.
On his upper right arm, the Doctor has a scar from what more or less boiled down to a cooking accident. He’d been trying to make himself something to eat when he was overly exhausted when he tripped and lost his grip on the knife he’d been using to cut up some peppers to put in his omelette. If someone sees it asks him about it, though, he tends to make up another story.
Though he tries his best to keep them hidden lest someone use them against him, the Doctor does have many fears. The foremost of these is, of course, hurting or causing harm to anyone he cares deeply for- whether he’s under his own power or not (like when the sentient sun overtook him and tried to use him to kill off the crew of the ship in 42).
Also high up there is being captured for experimentation. As the last Time Lord in existence (or one of very few, depending on the thread/universe) he knows that there are people and organizations out there that would love to know how his body works and closely examine his biology. It’s not entirely the pain that he knows would go along with it, though that does play a part in his fear. It’s also the knowledge that, depending on what is discovered and by whom, the results could lead to an enormous change in history or power shifts among different factions. And given, again, that he is the last, he fears that he wouldn’t make it in order to be able to try and set things back they way they were or should be. He’d have no power and no say.
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"See where I’m coming from, slick? I’m sure you’re just lucky like that. Trouble finds you— you don’t necessarily cause it, but I’m one of the few who think like that.”
Kay sighed. This was supposed to be his night off. He hadn’t been counting on running into the Doctor. “So where’s this ship of yours then?”
"It…it can go either way, honestly."
"She’s just ‘round the corner," he said, nodding down the street just a ways. "Tried to park her out of the way, but not enough apparently. Where exactly am I supposed to leave her again? Keep forgetting."
Before it had all been settled (though the Doctor had no way of knowing exactly what was going on), he’d felt the Master’s presence come and go- almost to the extent that he’d begun to doubt if she was really there or if it was his own wishful thinking. It wasn’t until one of the people transferring the transport capsule he was in nearly lost their footing, causing one of his newest rows of stitches to twinge strongly enough that it gave him a small, though quickly countered, shot of adrenaline.
As the technology inside the pod worked to keep him sedated and unable to fight, the Doctor looked up through the small window and saw her. The Master. Unable to speak, all he could do was mouth a simple, “What?”