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& || WALKEDSTARS.
cYBERSON. CYBERMOTHER. report to the living room immediately. it’s family game night and the scrabble board is out. if you do not approach me within the next 5 second vicinity, then you will be shut do WN.
laST TIME WE played you cheated i don’t wanna.
| @impcssibly || from HERE |
❝ YEAH, ‘m sure. I wouldn’ta said anythin’ if I wasn’t sure. Are -- are you sure? That this is... okay? ❞
& || TOWRCSTLE.
she’s putting away her tools when he asks, and there it is. the million dollar question. gaby had been briefed on him, of course, the life he’d led in the war, the choices he’d made through it all. but at the end of the day she wouldn’t presume to know anything valid about his person paperwork was just that. paperwork. it would always be severely lacking in showing aspirations, in shedding light upon morality. and in this job, in this new world, one needed to operate in shades of grey, or else progress would never be made.
the hand reaching for the screwdriver hovers. settles down, palm flat against the table as she looks back at him, eyebrow raised just as his is. “ we’ve a tendency to put agents in places where they specialise you’d have to go through certain tests, of course, before we know for sure. not everyone is meant for deception, you see perhaps you’d be better suited for extraction ops that have no need for it much like the brief in the envelope you’re holding. ”
and she turns her back again, neatly placing her tools in the box as she continues, voice quiet and sombre: “ you’ve been through a war, danny. you’ve gone through things i can’t pretend to understand, so i won’t. you were a good soldier, but if this is no longer your calling, you can just walk away. no one will hold it against you. ”
HE’S GRATEFUL THAT she’s turned away - it gives him a little privacy as he thinks. ‘YOU’VE BEEN THROUGH A WAR, DANNY,’ she’d said. And she’s right; he had crawled through the dirt with a heavy pack strapped to his torso, he’d spent months in foreign territory giving everything for Queen & Country, he’d killed ( as was his duty, as he’d been trained to do ) ---- every fleeting remembrance, every image he tries to fight back so that he can live a normal, day to day existence, forces him to pause and reflect. Even if it’s just for an instant.
She’s offering him a CHOICE, then. Her words echo inside the confines of his skull like a military tattoo - come back, come back, come back - but he can’t give in just like that. If she knew anything about him, if she’d read his records, she’d know why he left. And that DAY is burnt into his memory, never giving him a moment’s respite. But still, with every day spent in mindless passivity, every day not dedicated to action, he can feel softness creeping into once-hard limbs, and complacency taking root in what had once been someone to be reckoned with ( he has no illusions, he was a good soldier, not the best, not particularly skillful, but good - very good at what he did ).
And then there’s what she said before - his eyes shift from her back to the envelope held tightly in his right hand. It’s a chance to do something. What had she called it? An EXTRACTION. Getting someone out. The worst thing about not being in the army any longer is that he feels as though he’s lost his ability to help. He purses his lips, a moment of decision - his curiosity wins, and he flicks open the flap and quietly pulls the papers out, eyes making a preliminary scan. ❝ Y’need to get someone... out? ❞
#too good for this world #too pure
does anyone ever sit down & think about danny pink & then cry a bit?
& || VIEWTOKILL.
SERGEANT RUPERT PINK OF THE BRITISH ARMY stands before him, a name & face he has memorized from appropriate, relevant files: HUMANITARIAN & SOLDIER turned SCHOOL TEACHER - - an odd turn of careers, though the scotsman’s witnessed far more drastic & disappointing examples. (he only believes it to be odd, as he himself has gone from COMMANDER of the ROYAL NAVY to naval intelligence, then to senior operational officer of the british SIS.)
but today, rather than his legitimate title & occupation, the blond male will introduce himself according to his COVER. because, unknown to all students & instructors at COAL HILL SCHOOL, he visits on official business (official to his superiors at MI6, yet disregarded & confidential to the prying eyes of MI5 - - domestic jobs are, truly, beyond his scope yet the mission connects to another ongoing assignment & to sacrifice this operation would be unforgivably COUNTERPRODUCTIVE.) his gaze returns the focus to the retreating students, and the agent silently adjusts the cufflinks at both his wrists.
“ headmaster coburn introduced me to the staff this morning, ” he intones, and lowers both arms to his sides, “ though i would have missed the affair myself, if i could’ve gotten away with it. ” though his offered CONSPIRATORIAL GRIN is absent from his cruel, hard mouth, it shines visibly in his cold blue eyes. he’s not here to reprimand nor judge the maths teacher, but merely introduce himself and better establish his presence among the civilian community.
“ the name’s STERLING. ROBERT STERLING, ” he lies, his low tone without the usual embellishment, for danny pink exists outside the sphere of women he aims to charm & beguile; this leaves opportunity, in fact, for his voice to carry a more genuine sincerity. (& here, he extends his HAND to shake, rather than salute, as he’s certain they’ve long since learned to do.) throughout his investigations, and the events which may or may not follow, he doesn’t wish to make an ENEMY, too, out of his fellow soldier. sergeant pink’s record describes him as a man of appropriate courage & determination, and james is too familiar with what happens if these admirable traits are somehow turned against him and his duties. “ i’m just here for OBSERVATION, not you personally, but COAL HILL SCHOOL in its entirety - - let me know if my presence interferes with your lessons, mr. - -? ”
DANNY WATCHES THE FINAL retreating student exit the classroom; it was his final class of the day and, with no exams and no homework turned in, he finds himself uncharacteristically free -- well, in a way. With a cursory glance at the debris scattered under desks and down aisles ( discarded gum wrappers, forgotten pencils, even mislaid notes and muddy footprints creating a patchwork of mid-winter colours upon the floor ), he finally gives his complete attention to the visitor.
At first he bristles, thinking he’s getting berated for not attending the staff meeting. He’d had a doctor’s appointment - he’d pulled something in his right shoulder last week playing football with some students ( don’t ask ) and it hadn’t healed properly. Of course, he should have tried to find a time that wasn’t during school hours, but it had proven difficult and that morning had been the only available spot. So he’d missed the introduction. But before he can get a word in, the man continues and Danny immediately relaxes.
The bloke’s got an air about him, something that reminds Danny of the Army - the way he carries himself makes Danny assume officer or some sort or another, but there’s a flash in the man’s gaze that speaks of something RECKLESS, something that suggests this might be a man who has trouble following orders. None of these conjectures take firm root in Danny’s thoughts, however, since he barely has time to blink before he’s taking the offered hand in his and shaking it warmly.
❝ Pink, Danny Pink, Mr. Sterling. ❞ He smiles a bit, with enough warmth to convey his very sincere welcome. ❝ An’ I don’t think y’ve got anything t’worry about. Feel free t’ --- observe all y’like. ❞ He walks over to his desk, pulling papers together and beginning the process of packing his bag to go home, glancing every now and then to Mister Sterling as he continues.
❝ Yeah, I wasn’t there this morning ‘cause I had t’go t’the doctor’s. Hurt my shoulder, but, ah, all fixed now. Or, it will be - ‘ve got to REST, she said. ❞ He pauses in his narration, absentmindedly fingering the bandages holding every muscle in its proper place right under the collar of his shirt. It’s itchy. Very uncomfortable. ❝ But ‘m not sure why y’need to know all that... ❞ which is followed by a slightly embarrassed chuckle. ❝ Did y’get a tour at all? Did anybody show you around? ‘M about to head out, but if there’s anythin’ you wanted t’see, it wouldn’t be any trouble... ❞
& || THEDARKNESSTOHISLIGHT.
❝ ———————— I SHIFTED. ❞ & oh, if that doesn’t already feel like a relief lifted from her shoulders, washing through her BLOOD. to deny the person ———– the animal ———— that she is within is the cruelest punishment that this world could offer her. yet still, ana finds herself having to for were anyone to find out the truth of her condition, they would send bullets lodged into her skull. an easy way to be reunited with her father, but one that she is not ready to welcome as of yet. ❝ ta - dah ! ❞ a pathetic attempt at jazz hands falters as they drop to her sides. ❝ i’m a werewolf. have been ———- forever. ❞
THE WORDS DON’T MAKE SENSE. It’s like something you expect to hear on one of those young adult shows on the tele - even though he’d seen the evidence with his very own eyes, he still can’t help but think that this is some sort of JOKE. In fact, he’s so sure that he jumps to his feet, paces a few steps and then turns with a hand over his head and scratching the back of his neck in a perfect example of the posture of a man wholly confused.
❝ You’re jokin’ with me, right? This is a prank --- how’d you ---- ❞ His brows furrow and he squints at her, ❝ how’d you do that? ❞
& || IMPCSSIBLY.
❛ THAT IS VERY, very tempting. i am TRULY torn in two. ❜ nevertheless, clara leaned forward on her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. there was always time to clean up a broken lamp, yet never enough time for just ONE MORE kiss.
IT’S A WELCOME gesture - one, in his humble opinion, they don’t get to repeat often enough. His hands move to her waist almost of their own volition, and he’s lost for one blissful moment before the CREAK of a door causes him to pull away abruptly and stare in annoyance at the small figure of one of their students looking on with wide eyes.
❝ Oi, Davis! ❞ he shouts, not unkindly, but with an EDGE fueled by embarrassment, ❝ Aren’t you lot on break? What’re y’doing in here? Go - get lost, see you in class, NOT before, yeah? ❞
The boy scurries away, muttering apologies, and Danny KNOWS that it’ll be all over Coal Hill that he and Miss Oswald were snogging in her classroom before five minutes is up. He turns to Clara with a raised brow, hands still planted on her hips -- only then does he think to remove them. With a small cough, he steps back, heat creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. ❝ At least he didn’t see the lamp break ------- ❞
cyberson i'm gonna need you to stay away from suction cup mom
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& || v. TRUTH or CONSEQUENCES.
DANNY PINK IS DEAD everywhere except in memory - and fortunately for the Zygon who’s stolen his form, the memory of Danny Pink lives a vibrant life in the mind of one Clara Oswald, captive and hostage and glorified blueprint for his commander, now under the alias Bonnie.
This form is FASTER, STRONGER, BRAVER than average, and perhaps that’s why this new Danny Pink, decides to take it ( we’re always at our BEST in the remembrances of our loves ones, no matter how accurate or inaccurate the remembrance might be ), but the problem seems to be that along with Clara Oswald’s memories of Danny Pink’s exceptional abilities, she remembers him as GOOD – nothing he ( for it is now a he, he’s not giving up this form any time soon ) can’t handle, though; they’ve a revolution to wage, and the morality of a good man mustn’t get in the way of the instincts of a soldier.
& || @viewtokill.
❝ ’M SORRY ‘BOUT THAT -- had the last few minutes of class, but, uh, now I’m all ears...... ❞ With a glance at the last retreating forms of his students as they disappear out the door, his full attention is finally given to the visitor. ❝ What’d y’say your name was again? ❞
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& || v. TRUTH or CONSEQUENCES.
DANNY PINK IS DEAD everywhere except in memory - and fortunately for the Zygon who’s stolen his form, the memory of Danny Pink lives a vibrant life in the mind of one Clara Oswald, captive and hostage and glorified blueprint for his commander, now under the alias Bonnie.
This form is FASTER, STRONGER, BRAVER than average, and perhaps that’s why this new Danny Pink, decides to take it ( we’re always at our BEST in the remembrances of our loves ones, no matter how accurate or inaccurate the remembrance might be ), but the problem seems to be that along with Clara Oswald’s memories of Danny Pink’s exceptional abilities, she remembers him as GOOD -- nothing he ( for it is now a he, he’s not giving up this form any time soon ) can’t handle, though; they’ve a revolution to wage, and the morality of a good man mustn’t get in the way of the instincts of a soldier.
surprise this zygon does exist & his name is clyde lmao
je m’appelle clyde.
rules the world with me danny
is the clyde to ur bonnie tbh.
& || @impcssibly.
WITH HIS EYES glued to the file in hand he gazes over his last report, trying to pick out any errors that could do with last-minute corrections before he hands this off to the Director - at first his assignment had seemed strange ( what is he thinking? it’s STILL strange ); watching a young woman who’s a known associate of a UNIT operative ( if that’s what you could call the Doctor ) and reporting on abnormal activities... a bit like stalking, he had observed in the briefing. At which point, the Director had roller her eyes and told him to get on with it, sensibilities aside. He’d grown used to it the past few weeks. Every now and then it still sent a flurry of butterflies through his stomach, especially during close calls, but he’s managed to remain quasi-professional.
The report seems to be ready for inspection, so he lets his eyes travel back to the corridor he’d been marching down as his cup of coffee meets his lips and ----- it all happens rather quickly. Before he can react, he’s stumbled into someone much smaller, sending his report and the whole file ( a veritable snowstorm of papers ) careening out of his hand and the coffee upon the young woman he’d had the misfortune of knocking over.
He rushes to help her up, spouting apologies all the while, but when he finally gets a good look at her face he stops. The colour drains from his face and his hands grow cold as he recognizes her ( of course he’d recognize her, he’s been tracking her movements for the past three weeks! ). ❝ Oh, um, sorry, I should have ------- ❞ his mouth is dry, why is his mouth dry? now is not the time for embarrassment, well, he supposes a certain degree of embarrassment is fine, since he has ruined her blouse, but... ❝ Sorry. ❞
