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@dunbroch-lass
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dunbroch-lass:
“Look, I met a witch h who turned my mum and brothers into bears and now I’m learning witchcraft from her too, though I’m not exactly spreading that part around since we’ve got some less than friendly Christians in these parts. Point is, don’t tell me what I would and wouldn’t believe. Now if my entrie planet is at stake, I do deserve to get *some* information, butterfly man.”
“Those Daleks are aliens,” he told her, “From another planet. In my ship, the blue box you say, I travel through all of time and space, and I’ve encountered these Daleks before, quite a few times in fact. They are my oldest and deadliest enemy and this entire planet is at risk while they are still here.”
“Not the strangest thing I’ve heard…but maybe the most concerning,” she said. “Wait, If you can travel through time, why not get into it, and go back to before they started their alliance with the English and make the English mistrust them?”
“Time doesn’t work that way,” he told her, “Since I’m already here, I can’t do that, because then there would be no reason for me to go to that exact point in time in the first place. We have to fight them this way.”
“That...makes no sense...” she said. “Well, if they’re an army, how will the two of us fighting them work out without either of us dying?”
dunbroch-lass:
“Look, I met a witch h who turned my mum and brothers into bears and now I’m learning witchcraft from her too, though I’m not exactly spreading that part around since we’ve got some less than friendly Christians in these parts. Point is, don’t tell me what I would and wouldn’t believe. Now if my entrie planet is at stake, I do deserve to get *some* information, butterfly man.”
“Those Daleks are aliens,” he told her, “From another planet. In my ship, the blue box you say, I travel through all of time and space, and I’ve encountered these Daleks before, quite a few times in fact. They are my oldest and deadliest enemy and this entire planet is at risk while they are still here.”
“Not the strangest thing I’ve heard...but maybe the most concerning,” she said. “Wait, If you can travel through time, why not get into it, and go back to before they started their alliance with the English and make the English mistrust them?”
dunbroch-lass:
She glared and let go of him. “Ah dinney trust you, but I’ll show you their camp. An if ye e’en think o anything, ah’ll have an arrow in yer heart faster than ye can say Dalek.”
“I’m not going to do anything to you,” he told her, “Can’t promise I won’t do anything to the Daleks.”
“Trus’ me, I might get to them first.”
“I don’t think that’s as easy as you think,” he told her, “They have laser blasts, which is what you call lightning. It’s what causes them to wipe your soldiers out in smoke and your usual methods of protection won’t protect you. If you aim for their eye stalk, you may be able to get one knocked out before another gets to you, if you are lucky. I’m not sure if your arrow would be strong enough to penetrate however.”
She stated him down then as quick as lightning, she took her bow, notched an arrow, and sent it all the way down to the fletching into the largest and sturdiest oak tree near them. “Would tha do?”
“No,” he told her, “We would need something stronger. Do you have swords? A very small sword might work if you could shoot such a thing with your arrow.”
“Ye might wanna take a closer look at the arrow. New form o steel. Light as a feather, hard as a diamond, an twice as sharp as wha’er wit Ye think ye have.”
“And I still don’t think it would be able to pierce a Dalek eye stalk, at least not unless you got really close. Just not enough force.” The idea was a good one, and the Doctor figured it would work as a bullet in a gun or something similar, but wasn’t as sure when it came to a bow and arrow. “How many Daleks are there?” he asked her, “We might be able to get them to re-direct their fire at themselves.”
“Easily dozens,” she said. “Some in different colors. Hard to count when y’hafte run from imminent death.”
“I still wish you’d be able to give me more information, funny looking butterfly neck man.”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I did,” he told her, “But I’ve encountered the Daleks before, thousands of times in a thousand different battles. Nobody knows them better than me. I can help save your village, however if we don’t get rid of them, it will be much more than just your village at stake. In fact, it would be your entire planet.”
“Look, I met a witch h who turned my mum and brothers into bears and now I’m learning witchcraft from her too, though I’m not exactly spreading that part around since we’ve got some less than friendly Christians in these parts. Point is, don’t tell me what I would and wouldn’t believe. Now if my entrie planet is at stake, I do deserve to get *some* information, butterfly man.”
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“Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
“Butterfly neck man!” Merida shouted. “It’s you!!!”
dunbroch-lass:
She glared and let go of him. “Ah dinney trust you, but I’ll show you their camp. An if ye e’en think o anything, ah’ll have an arrow in yer heart faster than ye can say Dalek.”
“I’m not going to do anything to you,” he told her, “Can’t promise I won’t do anything to the Daleks.”
“Trus’ me, I might get to them first.”
“I don’t think that’s as easy as you think,” he told her, “They have laser blasts, which is what you call lightning. It’s what causes them to wipe your soldiers out in smoke and your usual methods of protection won’t protect you. If you aim for their eye stalk, you may be able to get one knocked out before another gets to you, if you are lucky. I’m not sure if your arrow would be strong enough to penetrate however.”
She stated him down then as quick as lightning, she took her bow, notched an arrow, and sent it all the way down to the fletching into the largest and sturdiest oak tree near them. “Would tha do?”
“No,” he told her, “We would need something stronger. Do you have swords? A very small sword might work if you could shoot such a thing with your arrow.”
“Ye might wanna take a closer look at the arrow. New form o steel. Light as a feather, hard as a diamond, an twice as sharp as wha’er wit Ye think ye have.”
“And I still don’t think it would be able to pierce a Dalek eye stalk, at least not unless you got really close. Just not enough force.” The idea was a good one, and the Doctor figured it would work as a bullet in a gun or something similar, but wasn’t as sure when it came to a bow and arrow. “How many Daleks are there?” he asked her, “We might be able to get them to re-direct their fire at themselves.”
“Easily dozens,” she said. “Some in different colors. Hard to count when y’hafte run from imminent death.”
“I still wish you’d be able to give me more information, funny looking butterfly neck man.”
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dunbroch-lass:
She glared and let go of him. “Ah dinney trust you, but I’ll show you their camp. An if ye e’en think o anything, ah’ll have an arrow in yer heart faster than ye can say Dalek.”
“I’m not going to do anything to you,” he told her, “Can’t promise I won’t do anything to the Daleks.”
“Trus’ me, I might get to them first.”
“I don’t think that’s as easy as you think,” he told her, “They have laser blasts, which is what you call lightning. It’s what causes them to wipe your soldiers out in smoke and your usual methods of protection won’t protect you. If you aim for their eye stalk, you may be able to get one knocked out before another gets to you, if you are lucky. I’m not sure if your arrow would be strong enough to penetrate however.”
She stated him down then as quick as lightning, she took her bow, notched an arrow, and sent it all the way down to the fletching into the largest and sturdiest oak tree near them. “Would tha do?”
“No,” he told her, “We would need something stronger. Do you have swords? A very small sword might work if you could shoot such a thing with your arrow.”
“Ye might wanna take a closer look at the arrow. New form o steel. Light as a feather, hard as a diamond, an twice as sharp as wha’er wit Ye think ye have.”
dunbroch-lass:
She glared and let go of him. “Ah dinney trust you, but I’ll show you their camp. An if ye e’en think o anything, ah’ll have an arrow in yer heart faster than ye can say Dalek.”
“I’m not going to do anything to you,” he told her, “Can’t promise I won’t do anything to the Daleks.”
“Trus’ me, I might get to them first.”
“I don’t think that’s as easy as you think,” he told her, “They have laser blasts, which is what you call lightning. It’s what causes them to wipe your soldiers out in smoke and your usual methods of protection won’t protect you. If you aim for their eye stalk, you may be able to get one knocked out before another gets to you, if you are lucky. I’m not sure if your arrow would be strong enough to penetrate however.”
She stated him down then as quick as lightning, she took her bow, notched an arrow, and sent it all the way down to the fletching into the largest and sturdiest oak tree near them. “Would tha do?”
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dunbroch-lass:
She glared and let go of him. “Ah dinney trust you, but I’ll show you their camp. An if ye e’en think o anything, ah’ll have an arrow in yer heart faster than ye can say Dalek.”
“I’m not going to do anything to you,” he told her, “Can’t promise I won’t do anything to the Daleks.”
“Trus’ me, I might get to them first.”
dunbroch-lass:
She pulled out a paper from the pocket inside her skirt. “Ah’m no artist, but ah drew it fer me da af’er thr las battle with ‘em. Ah dinney kno how else te tell ‘im o the strange magic.”
“Of course it’s them, it’s always them,” the Doctor muttered, now clearly annoyed, but also afraid, “Show me,” he told her, “I need to see for myself. The people of this country, in fact the people of this entire planet are in great danger.”
She frowned, got up, dropping her knife on the ground but her how was slung on her back, not the easiest reach for her weapon and grabbed him by the bow tie, bringing him down to her face forcefully. “Now listen here, you show up with no explanation, by magic, say you fought wars, claim you’re no danger to my people and lands and won’t prove otherwise, and now you’re demanding I take you to the English’s camps to let you see those magic weapons? Oh no! You want something? You give me something, Ye silly, lanky man! What are those? Who are you? Where did you come from? And why does your giant blue box have English writing that says ‘police’ and why do you sound English If you say you’re not English?!”
“I’m the Doctor and I come from a place similar to those weapons. They are called the Daleks and if you don’t take me to them, you have much bigger concerns than just your own people and kingdom. Those machines will take your people out and the English too, along with every other living being on this entire planet and I’m the only person in the universe they fear, because I’m the only person in the universe that can stop them.”
“They turn te ash anyone they come near! How are *you* gonna stop them?” She demanded, and pulling him closer, letting him see the fire in her eyes. “And how should I trust Ye if Yer from the same place? If they fear you? Prove te me I should trust Ye.”
“Because I guarantee if I go near them, they’ll know exactly who I am and start targeting me,” the Doctor told her, “The Daleks are my oldest, deadliest enemy. If you don’t show me, this entire planet will be wiped out completely.”
“Daleks? Tha’s Wha they’re called?” She said. “Ah’m a princess an protector. Ah told Ye te give me a reason te trust Ye. ‘Ow do Ah know yer true te yer word an wont turn an help them?!”
“Because you have no other choice,” he told her, “Nobody else you know seems to know anything about them. I’m your only option.”
She pulled his bow tie closer to her and, and probably tighter around his neck, and growled, “Are you threatening me? My people? ‘Doctors’ heal, soothe, an comfort, an Yer doin none o those now. You don’t say I have no choice but trust you, Yer on my land, where I have authority to do as I please, an what I think is best for my people. You *make* me trust you, or I lock you up…if Yer lucky.”
“I will make you trust me once you show me the Daleks,” he told her, “Otherwise you can go ahead and lock me up and your people will continue to be killed by those things. You have nothing else to lose.”
She glared and let go of him. “Ah dinney trust you, but I’ll show you their camp. An if ye e’en think o anything, ah’ll have an arrow in yer heart faster than ye can say Dalek.”
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dunbroch-lass:
She pulled out a paper from the pocket inside her skirt. “Ah’m no artist, but ah drew it fer me da af’er thr las battle with ‘em. Ah dinney kno how else te tell ‘im o the strange magic.”
“Of course it’s them, it’s always them,” the Doctor muttered, now clearly annoyed, but also afraid, “Show me,” he told her, “I need to see for myself. The people of this country, in fact the people of this entire planet are in great danger.”
She frowned, got up, dropping her knife on the ground but her how was slung on her back, not the easiest reach for her weapon and grabbed him by the bow tie, bringing him down to her face forcefully. “Now listen here, you show up with no explanation, by magic, say you fought wars, claim you’re no danger to my people and lands and won’t prove otherwise, and now you’re demanding I take you to the English’s camps to let you see those magic weapons? Oh no! You want something? You give me something, Ye silly, lanky man! What are those? Who are you? Where did you come from? And why does your giant blue box have English writing that says ‘police’ and why do you sound English If you say you’re not English?!”
“I’m the Doctor and I come from a place similar to those weapons. They are called the Daleks and if you don’t take me to them, you have much bigger concerns than just your own people and kingdom. Those machines will take your people out and the English too, along with every other living being on this entire planet and I’m the only person in the universe they fear, because I’m the only person in the universe that can stop them.”
“They turn te ash anyone they come near! How are *you* gonna stop them?” She demanded, and pulling him closer, letting him see the fire in her eyes. “And how should I trust Ye if Yer from the same place? If they fear you? Prove te me I should trust Ye.”
“Because I guarantee if I go near them, they’ll know exactly who I am and start targeting me,” the Doctor told her, “The Daleks are my oldest, deadliest enemy. If you don’t show me, this entire planet will be wiped out completely.”
“Daleks? Tha’s Wha they’re called?” She said. “Ah’m a princess an protector. Ah told Ye te give me a reason te trust Ye. ‘Ow do Ah know yer true te yer word an wont turn an help them?!”
“Because you have no other choice,” he told her, “Nobody else you know seems to know anything about them. I’m your only option.”
She pulled his bow tie closer to her and, and probably tighter around his neck, and growled, “Are you threatening me? My people? ‘Doctors’ heal, soothe, an comfort, an Yer doin none o those now. You don’t say I have no choice but trust you, Yer on my land, where I have authority to do as I please, an what I think is best for my people. You *make* me trust you, or I lock you up...if Yer lucky.”
dunbroch-lass:
She pulled out a paper from the pocket inside her skirt. “Ah’m no artist, but ah drew it fer me da af’er thr las battle with ‘em. Ah dinney kno how else te tell ‘im o the strange magic.”
“Of course it’s them, it’s always them,” the Doctor muttered, now clearly annoyed, but also afraid, “Show me,” he told her, “I need to see for myself. The people of this country, in fact the people of this entire planet are in great danger.”
She frowned, got up, dropping her knife on the ground but her how was slung on her back, not the easiest reach for her weapon and grabbed him by the bow tie, bringing him down to her face forcefully. “Now listen here, you show up with no explanation, by magic, say you fought wars, claim you’re no danger to my people and lands and won’t prove otherwise, and now you’re demanding I take you to the English’s camps to let you see those magic weapons? Oh no! You want something? You give me something, Ye silly, lanky man! What are those? Who are you? Where did you come from? And why does your giant blue box have English writing that says ‘police’ and why do you sound English If you say you’re not English?!”
“I’m the Doctor and I come from a place similar to those weapons. They are called the Daleks and if you don’t take me to them, you have much bigger concerns than just your own people and kingdom. Those machines will take your people out and the English too, along with every other living being on this entire planet and I’m the only person in the universe they fear, because I’m the only person in the universe that can stop them.”
“They turn te ash anyone they come near! How are *you* gonna stop them?” She demanded, and pulling him closer, letting him see the fire in her eyes. “And how should I trust Ye if Yer from the same place? If they fear you? Prove te me I should trust Ye.”
“Because I guarantee if I go near them, they’ll know exactly who I am and start targeting me,” the Doctor told her, “The Daleks are my oldest, deadliest enemy. If you don’t show me, this entire planet will be wiped out completely.”
“Daleks? Tha’s Wha they’re called?” She said. “Ah’m a princess an protector. Ah told Ye te give me a reason te trust Ye. ‘Ow do Ah know yer true te yer word an wont turn an help them?!”
dunbroch-lass:
She pulled out a paper from the pocket inside her skirt. “Ah’m no artist, but ah drew it fer me da af’er thr las battle with ‘em. Ah dinney kno how else te tell ‘im o the strange magic.”
“Of course it’s them, it’s always them,” the Doctor muttered, now clearly annoyed, but also afraid, “Show me,” he told her, “I need to see for myself. The people of this country, in fact the people of this entire planet are in great danger.”
She frowned, got up, dropping her knife on the ground but her how was slung on her back, not the easiest reach for her weapon and grabbed him by the bow tie, bringing him down to her face forcefully. “Now listen here, you show up with no explanation, by magic, say you fought wars, claim you’re no danger to my people and lands and won’t prove otherwise, and now you’re demanding I take you to the English’s camps to let you see those magic weapons? Oh no! You want something? You give me something, Ye silly, lanky man! What are those? Who are you? Where did you come from? And why does your giant blue box have English writing that says ‘police’ and why do you sound English If you say you’re not English?!”
“I’m the Doctor and I come from a place similar to those weapons. They are called the Daleks and if you don’t take me to them, you have much bigger concerns than just your own people and kingdom. Those machines will take your people out and the English too, along with every other living being on this entire planet and I’m the only person in the universe they fear, because I’m the only person in the universe that can stop them.”
“They turn te ash anyone they come near! How are *you* gonna stop them?” She demanded, and pulling him closer, letting him see the fire in her eyes. “And how should I trust Ye if Yer from the same place? If they fear you? Prove te me I should trust Ye.”
dunbroch-lass:
She pulled out a paper from the pocket inside her skirt. “Ah’m no artist, but ah drew it fer me da af’er thr las battle with ‘em. Ah dinney kno how else te tell ‘im o the strange magic.”
“Of course it’s them, it’s always them,” the Doctor muttered, now clearly annoyed, but also afraid, “Show me,” he told her, “I need to see for myself. The people of this country, in fact the people of this entire planet are in great danger.”
She frowned, got up, dropping her knife on the ground but her bow was slung on her back, not the easiest reach for her weapon and grabbed him by the bow tie, bringing him down to her face forcefully. “Now listen here, you show up with no explanation, by magic, say you fought wars, claim you’re no danger to my people and lands and won’t prove otherwise, and now you’re demanding I take you to the English’s camps to let you see those magic weapons? Oh no! You want something? You give me something, Ye silly, lanky man! What are those? Who are you? Where did you come from? And why does your giant blue box have English writing that says ‘police’ and why do you sound English If you say you’re not English?!”
