#bardbattled

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@bardbattled​ + starter ( para edition )

he knows his siblings are currently exploring just how badly they fucked up in the 60′s. how they had changed the timeline so badly their own father hadn’t adopted them. but five doesn’t see an apocalypse so he doesn’t care. his family is alive and not about to perish and that’s enough for him. now, he can focus on his own shit. focus on finding out what the world has to offer. and the best person to ask has always been elsie.

five places a notebook down between them as he joins her table. in his other hand is the margarita he had poured himself. “ i’m going around everyone but thought i’d start with you. what... ” briefly, he pauses. being this vulnerable makes him uncomfortable but even he’s aware that without an apocalypse he has nothing more to offer or do. he’s lost. and that terrifies him a lot more.

after taking a breath to organise his roaming thoughts into some semblance of order he tries again. “ what is...what do normal people do? i mean, the world is very different from when i left and... ” his voice drops off again and he glares at the notebook like it personally has stabbed him despite him needing it. needing to make lists and create order in the chaos that is his mind. elsie has always understood and helped him slow down when his body has a constant need to keep going. “ i’m trying to make a bucket list. are those still a thing? ”

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@bardbattled​ + gf privileges

“ i must confess i did not expect you to avail yourself of my doublet. it does paint quite the picture. one i am sure many artists would give their weight in gold to paint. is this your attempt to keep me from my duties? i doubt treville will allow this as an excuse. ” aramis smiles, hair messy from sleep and embraces that would make god himself blush. the early morning dew has created a beautiful design on the windows but nothing compares to elsie.

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@bardbattled​ + starter call

“I was taken by Mrs Wormwood away from my Mum. I just want to go home.” Finding himself in a weird spaceport seems to be par for the course now. It seems like every time he finds a ship to stow away on he is still nowhere near Earth. But at least he is away from the insane Bane woman who wishes to be his Mother when she just grew him. “I don’t have any money but...I’m smart. I can help.” He’s learned that bartering gets him through so he uses his incredible intelligence and just hopes the next ship he sees is a police box.

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@bardbattled​ + continued from here

the rest of the cluster are moving to meet her. but he’s got there first. the dangerous one. the one who causes pain and protects. his hands itch to take over. to get her out of there. with him there is no qualms about pacifism or law. jake sees things very clearly. black and white. it’s kill or be killed and he ain’t dying today. “they are taking you to slaughter and you want me to KNOCK THEM OUT? no, they’re not knowing where you went. give over. now.”

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@bardbattled​ asked: “How did you not notice?!” @ jake

“    mierda, what ??    ”    he barely feels it, and he squints; hand moving over the slice in his side. oof. now he feels it.    “    i ah . . . it’s fine. lo manejaré   ”   i’ll handle it.

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@bardbattled​​​ said:  elsie's been separated from ten, and she's starting to get seriously spooked. it's like the corridors in this place shift around of their own volition. doors aren't where they used to be. she'd walked around the corner right after the doctor and he'd just... vanished. she can hear other movement everywhere. once, she'd felt something grab her ankle; another time, she'd felt fingers running through her hair. both times, when she looked, nothing had been there. she's trying to keep her head on straight, breathe at a normal pace, walk at a normal pace... but she's being wound up tighter and tighter the longer she's wandering aimlessly. there's no rhyme or reason to this place. where the hell had the tardis brought them? and then she nearly collides with something tall exiting a doorway that hadn't been there seconds ago and elsie does the first thing she can think of: she swings a right hook and... catches the doctor right in the jaw. hissing at the ache in her knuckles and wincing sympathetically when she realizes how hard she's just hit him, she manages a timid, ❝ sorry, thought you were a monster or something. ❞

         It’s like a maze...   no...  no,  a labyrinth!   Interesting.   He’s gotten himself trapped in worse,  surely,  but it isn’t often a house with moving doors and hallways that feel like they go on and on without end.   He doesn’t even know how they’ve gotten here.   The TARDIS works in mysterious ways and the Doctor is getting closer and closer to not bothering asking for a location.   She obviously knows best.

❝ Els? ❞   He could have sworn she was behind him.   Now,  he’s bursting through doors on a mission to find her.   Each door leads to a dead end and for a moment,  he’s afraid he’s lost her for good.

         The door appears before him and he reaches for the knob,  walking through it only to come face to face with a fist.   ❝ Oi!!   What was that for?! ❞   Hand rubs against his cheek,  eyes wide in shock.   ❝ Nasty hook that is.   Where’d you learn how to punch like that? ❞

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she’s   so   exhausted   that   she   can’t   help   but   wonder   if   it’s   a   HALLUCINATION  .  she’s   spent   years   hoping   to   see   that   face   again  ,   after   all   ,   and   after   the   witches   here   had   said   she’d   DIED  ,    her   last   remaining   hope   of   finding   her   again   has   vanished  .    but   she  ...    seems   real  .    and   she’s   not   vanishing   or   faltering   in   any   way  .    could   she   actually   be   here   ?     “  elsie  ?  ”    she   whispers  ,    her    voice   so   quiet   she’s   not   even   sure   she’ll   be   able   to   hear   it  .     “  is   that   really   you  ?  ”

☆ :   @bardbattled​​  ,   STARTER   CALL  .

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@bardbattled​  sent  :    “ i’m  the  lucky  girl  who  pulled  you  out  of  the  garbage . ”

DELIRIOUS   BROWN   EYES   BLINK   UP   AT   HER   ,     squinting   in   the   sudden   light   of   this   place  ,   completely   baffled   as   to   how   he   even   GOT   here  .     “  you   pulled   me   out   of   the   garbage  ... ?  ”    he   repeats  ,   hoping   that   her   words   would   make   more   SENSE   to   him   that   way  ,    but   he’s   still   as   lost   as   before  .     “  what  ...   what   even   happened   to   me  ?  ”    the   aching   to   his   ribs   and   the   SEARING   pain   everywhere   else   tells   him   it   must’ve   been   bad  ,    but   no   other   details   come   to   him  .   shifting   slightly  ,   he   groans  ,    fingers   reaching   to   dig   down   on   the   sofa   he’s   sprawled   across   on  ,   using   it   as   an   anchor  .    “  fuck  ... ”    he   mutters  ,   squeezing   his   eyes   SHUT   as   he   tries   to   force   himself   upright  . 

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