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“Run.”
Maurice mustered what energy it took to warn the humans. Ceaser was dead, but he couldn’t stop to think about that, not when the humans and the colony were in such terrible danger.
He beckoned the humans to follow him, with Rocket on hand to guard the rear. The colony would hopefully be too distracted by Koba, who was taking the gun off of Blue Eyes, that they would not follow them. Even after all these years, what Maurice had said to Ceaser so long ago still rang true: Apes Stupid.
The orangutan and the humans were able to shepherd the humans through the tunnel, with the Gorilla Guard being distracted. Maurice stopped at the entrance and grunted at them urgently, gesturing towards the woods.
“Go! Hide!”
The dark-skinned man and another quickly descended the mossy slopes, but Alexander, who had given Maurice the book, lingered behind. The boy looked into Maurice’s eyes with a mixture of gratitude, fear, and sadness, and the orangutan blinked and hooted lowly at this young friend. He knew this was the last they would see of each other, and it saddened him greatly.
Ellie tugged him away by the arm, and Malcom pushed them on, stopping to look at Maurice and breath a short, “Thanks.”
The ape nodded and rumbled again, but then raised his arms and began pushing the air towards the good man. Go go go!
Once the humans had a fair headstart, Maurice turned around, and saw the first few chimps racing through the Gorilla tunnel. He braced himself, Ceaser may be dead, but he had been his third in command. He must still command some respect: he could stop the madness before it began.
He stood up, and then brought his fists crashing to the ground, letting out the loudest, fiercest noise that had ever been heard from his usually gentle mouth.
“URRRAAAAAAAHHHH!”
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Maurice enjoyed long walks alone. He would often take time away from the colony to just be by himself in the woods. The orangutans by their nature enjoyed their alone time, but none so much as Maurice.
In the times when apes lived ‘feral’ in the jungles, orangutans rarely ever came to the ground, to avoid the dangerous tigers and other creatures that might lurk there. But the trees here were so hard to swing from efficiently, and Maurice was under the assumption that there were no serious predators out in these woods.
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She appears to be making a habit out of causing... complications when at the base -- she’d sooner blame it on the easy accessibility to restricted areas (well, when one had the means and the incentive to get someplace, anyway) than call herself jeopardy-friendly. “There’s a mess in the break room,” She lets slip casually as she enters, ever the picture of innocence.
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“—- I probably should have thought that one over. No worries! Hold on– and hold this. This one’s yours now, I’ll be right back–”
And the magnet (which isn’t what it is, not really - had a long, proper name for it that Rose hadn’t bothered to remember) is thrust into her hands as he speeds off on her- “Doctor!” Blimey, she hopes the gadget beeps or something when it finds whatever it’s looking for. (Assuming it’s already on - she’s not too sure.)
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WHETHER IT’S petulance or iron will she’s exhibiting is unclear -- perhaps both? Frustration marks her every feature, lips curled downward of their own accord, & she can’t help it - but she should be nicer, shouldn’t she? Her AGE was some thing often used as an excuse to write her off completely, yes, but crossing her arms & pouting was hardly going to put her in a better light. It’s for this reason that Rose softens, posture much less rigid; nothing can conceal the force of her remark, though --
“Didn’t realise I needed your permission.”
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"Don't really want to do it."
"--Not obliged to, am I?"
gallifreyanconverse:
The Doctor wasn’t usually a huge fan of rain, but when Rose was around, there always seemed to be a romantic light to it. But, then again, that’s how nearly everything was those days. When Rose was with him, even the most mundane things were spectacular. In nine hundred years, he’d seen more rainstorms than he could ever count or document or analyze, and out of all of them, he might have bothered to catalog two or three. That was, until Rose appeared. Now, he memorizes every one.
By the time he was finally able to adjust to the electrifying feeling of holding her hand, she was already kissing him, and he was met with the impossible task of deciding between memorizing and living in the moment. In the end, he decided to kiss her back, as brief as it was, and when the separated, he couldn’t keep himself from grinning. He squeezed her hand gently and gestured toward the TARDIS with his head. “Right, then. Allons-y.”
It's not an altogether pleasant experience, honestly, locking lips as a torrent of raindrops whipped and lashed down at you from above -- it's the Doctor who she's kissing, however, and the Doctor made everything worth it, so much so that Rose Tyler later struggles to determine when they part whether the shivers running down her spine were a product of (i) the cold weather or (ii) the brief kiss she'd shared with the other. She's hovering a bit too closely, still -- the lightest pressure to their connected palms breaks this spell, and the blonde dutifully takes a step backwards.
"Right, then," she echoes, quick to regain her composure. Lips curling gently upwards into a tongue-touched grin, she beckons with a sideways tilt of the head -- "Race ya. Last one home buys the other chips." Home. That's very much what the TARDIS is to her, now, although it's not something she'd ever explicitly mentioned aloud (too domestic). She doesn't linger to ponder it over, however -- she's off dashing the second the words leave her lips, slowly but surely working her fingers free from his as the distance between them stretches.