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Post by The Fourth Doctor on Jun 18, 2011 20:48:35 GMT -5
The Fourth Doctor walked back over. "Sorry, I'm back. Skaro can wait. Can I see your screwdriver?" he asked Eleven.
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Post by The Eleventh Doctor on Jun 18, 2011 20:52:08 GMT -5
Eleven hestitated, and then reluctantly held out the screwdriver, "Not much different from yours, except it glows green."
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Post by The Fourth Doctor on Jun 18, 2011 21:02:41 GMT -5
He tapped his screwdriver against Eleven's, which didn't spark or explode. "Not the same sonic..." he murmured to himself. The Doctor put his screwdriver away. "Whatever happened to Sarah Jane Smith?" he asked, wandering if really wanted to know.
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Post by The Eleventh Doctor on Jun 18, 2011 21:10:20 GMT -5
"Spoilers my good sir, she doesn't die, OK? No, it isn't the same sonic, I kinda, destroyed it a few times, sorry," he said, putting his sonic away too, he turned to the Master and the Alchemist, "why are you two here anyway, Master, your TARDIS' still dead Master, and I doubt you'll break into the TARDIS storage these days, they have pretty tight security, and Alchemist, you can't change history, you know that, so WHY ARE YOU HERE?"
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Post by The Fourth Doctor on Jun 18, 2011 21:22:21 GMT -5
"As long as she doesn't die." he compromised. The Fourth Doctor turned to the Alchemist. "Don't touch your former self, the Blinovitch Limitation Effect might well kill you both. Breaking into a Tardis storage is suicidal as well."
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Post by The Alchemist on Jun 19, 2011 0:14:35 GMT -5
"We came here through a Rift in Time and Space. More important, Time-Lock. How did you get through the time Lock, eleven?"
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Post by The Fourth Doctor on Jun 19, 2011 0:22:02 GMT -5
"Time-Lock? Who the devil put a Time-Lock on Gallifrey?" asked The Doctor curiously.
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Post by The Alchemist on Jun 19, 2011 0:37:44 GMT -5
"Don't ask me, I don't know." Said The alchemist. He really and truly didn't know, as far as he knew, his uncle, The Grandmaster could have done it.
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Post by The Fourth Doctor on Jun 19, 2011 1:00:33 GMT -5
"I see," Fourth said, rubbing his chin. He shook his head. Why would anyone do that?
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Post by The Eleventh Doctor on Jun 19, 2011 1:40:31 GMT -5
"Don't change the question, WHY are you here, what is the point of being here, there's nothing here that is benificial to you, why bother coming here?" The Doctor said in that annoyed-puzzled tone.
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Post by The Master on Jun 19, 2011 5:32:41 GMT -5
The Master shrugged vaguely, "I'm here just because I had nowhere better to be. As for this brilliant specimen of our race's high intellect-" the sarcasm could cut steel, "-if he HAS a plan, I haven't heard it yet."
He seemed to do a double-take at Eleven before realising what he had asked a moment earlier, about permission to maim people. He really had to think about it, and when he did realise the answer he snapped angrily, "And I don't need your cursed approval for anything!" It really sounded like a lie even to himself.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Jun 19, 2011 15:46:21 GMT -5
The Tenth Doctor walked towards the doors of his TARDIS after if had stopped. "Let's see where that rift led." He opened the doors, and saw a man holding his arms open to his Fourth incarnation, who proceeded to say, "that...would blow up something probably." Tenth figured that it must be a future incarnation of him. "Hello everybody!" Tenth said, realizing that he was on Gallifrey again. He stood there, wondering when he was on Gallifrey.
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Post by The Master on Jun 19, 2011 16:14:24 GMT -5
When he saw Ten arrive, the Master quickly turned away and sulked arms folded determinedly across his chest, his back half to Ten, hoping he would be overlooked or at the least not recognised. Eleven, he didn't mind so much- the future was unpredictable, and he was honestly curious to see what this different version of the Doctor had become- but Ten, he knew was nothing more than a sanctimonious little- ((OOC: Stopping this post one-word short, out of common decency... P.S. this is only the Master's opinion, not my own ))
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Post by The Fourth Doctor on Jun 19, 2011 16:44:52 GMT -5
The Fourth Doctor sighed as another blue box appeared. "Hey, it's like a family reanunion. Except, well, I don't know any of you. Which incarnation would you be?" he asked, "And by the time I get to you, will I still like jelly babies?"
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Jun 19, 2011 16:51:25 GMT -5
"The Tenth, my Fourth, the Tenth, well, I don't carry them around with me, but I don't not like them." Ten said as he looked around, and then asked the one who tried to hug his Fourth, "Which are you?"
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