Ace McShane, at your service. @nitro-9ace-blog - Tumblr Blog

The gentleman stared coolly and calmly back, lifting his hands up so that she could see he was no threat. "Our paths have crossed. In another time and place. But clearly not yet." He smiles softly at her, before holding out his hand. "Irving Braxiatel. Collector and casual adventurer. At your service."

"Ace McShane... 'guess you know that though." Ace glared at him, refusing to shake his hand. "And yeah, I've got a problem. And if you have anythin' to do with it, I swear, I'm gonna shove this baseball bat up your ass."

#ask-braxiatel

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Reblog if you will rp with anyone.

A tall, thin, smartly dressed gentleman stood on the corner of the street. "Ace McShane. You seem troubled".

Ace whipped around, gripping her baseball bat and staring down the stranger. "Who the hell are you? And how d'you know my name, huh?"

#ask-braxiatel

I'm gonna fucking blow something up until I find that wanker.

Okay, everyone stop what they're doing, and tell me what the FUCK happened to the Professor.

Fess up, I'll kill you. Don't fess up, I'll kill you anyways.

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Fatal Attack (@Anyone, but also a plot with nitro-9ace)

The Sixth Doctor stumbled into the TARDIS, bloodied and battered, his coat trashed and he slammed the door behind him with his weight “Ace..” he croaked in barely above a whisper, stumbling to the console.

The Doctor had been attacked. It was just an errand. He had left Ace here to make some sort of dinner while he picked up a few things, and he had been caught off guard. Burns on his face, and one eye completely swollen, though his fists were scraped up from fighting back.

Once the TARDIS was in flight and safe, he fell onto his back, and groaned, the room spinning.

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Ace had been minding her own business in the kitchen, attempting to make some sort of stew. It couldn’t be hard, right? Well it didn’t smell all that nice. She figured she’d start over, unless it ended up tasting good.

The thud from the console room was a surprise. “Professor?” she tried, hoping it was him. If it was him, she was really hoping he’d just slipped. If it wasn’t him… She grabbed the baseball bat, just in case.

It was him. Ace felt like crying and beating the living shit out of whoever had done this to him, whoever dared to even touch him. “Oh, shit!” She shook him gently, in a panic. “Shit, shit, what happened!? C-Can you hear me?”

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“Attacked,” he managed to cough out, his battered hand cupping her cheek “From behind… he was..” and that was all The Doctor was able to sputter out, before he passed out due to pain into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.

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He couldn't be dead. No, no, he couldn't be dead. Not dead. Ace made herself believe he wasn't dead... There was a tiny weight that lifted off her shoulders when she realized he was still breathing. "I'm gonna fuckin' kill them," she spat, tears stinging at her eyes and finally pouring hot down her cheeks. No, this wasn't a time for tears. There was no way Ace was carrying him, so instead she settled for putting a pillow under his head and covering his feet with a blanket. "I'm gonna get' em," she promised him, kissing his bloodied forehead. The last shred of gentleness she possessed in that moment was taken over by rage, pushed away and it completely disappeared. Putting on her jacket and backpack, she stormed out of the TARDIS, ready to explode anyone and anything in her way.

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Sneaky Sixie

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Joshing?

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↖ has an unquality blog, but people follow it anyway.

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Fatal Attack (@Anyone, but also a plot with nitro-9ace)

The Sixth Doctor stumbled into the TARDIS, bloodied and battered, his coat trashed and he slammed the door behind him with his weight “Ace..” he croaked in barely above a whisper, stumbling to the console.

The Doctor had been attacked. It was just an errand. He had left Ace here to make some sort of dinner while he picked up a few things, and he had been caught off guard. Burns on his face, and one eye completely swollen, though his fists were scraped up from fighting back.

Once the TARDIS was in flight and safe, he fell onto his back, and groaned, the room spinning.

nitro-9ace-blog

Ace had been minding her own business in the kitchen, attempting to make some sort of stew. It couldn't be hard, right? Well it didn't smell all that nice. She figured she'd start over, unless it ended up tasting good.

The thud from the console room was a surprise. "Professor?" she tried, hoping it was him. If it was him, she was really hoping he'd just slipped. If it wasn't him... She grabbed the baseball bat, just in case.

It was him. Ace felt like crying and beating the living shit out of whoever had done this to him, whoever dared to even touch him. "Oh, shit!" She shook him gently, in a panic. "Shit, shit, what happened!? C-Can you hear me?"

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I swear I was giffing. (They’re kind of crap but whatever.)

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OOC:

May or may not have just bought a pair of TARDIS blue trousers. I honestly regret nothing. But the orange hat and other brightly colored trousers... I think Six has infected me.