Mother's Back!

Angels had God, demons have Lucifer, and the creatures that go bump in the night have Me. Up in a flame, I believed sanctuary awaited me in Purgatory. Apparently Death isn't as final as he thought. I'm in something called a pocket world, and this... is called a blog.

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

Point of No Return || Eve and Rex [Mini Event 10]

It was too enticing to resist, much like the lower levels of the boat. Dark tunnels that leads who knows where and is holding who knows what. How could she resist? Originally content with the woods she stumbled on the mines on accident. Eve had heard stories about mines, ranging from dwarves to actual cave ins but this was the first time she’d ever seen one. She assumed it was just a cave until she noticed the way the ceiling was set up and the tracks running through it.

Her feet were a bit unsteady as she walked through. It could have been the unfamiliar territory but it was more likely to be the effects of the bottle in her hand. The current label read Gin but Eve had no idea how many labels she’d gone through. A giggle passed by her lips as she tripped and caught herself on the wall. Her tolerance apparently was lethal to a humans but nothing compared to some beasts she’d heard about.

She wasn’t gone enough to forget about her surroundings which is how she heard something or someone else in the tunnels. Tipping the bottle back, and holding a hand out to brace herself she finished it off and smashed it on the wall. Not the smartest thing if there was something prowling but she was feeling froggy. In Purgatory there was something around every bend and turn, This pocket gave some exciting twists but not enough that drinking seemed more fun. Maybe she could stir up a little trouble on her next visit to the bar. It’d be more interesting then this mine so far, all it had was weird noises so far.

Maybe it was her enhanced hearing or maybe it was around the corner but the sound of growls or rattling suddenly echoed through stopping her in her tracks. She probably should have turned around, sobered up and came back later. Maybe even grabbed someone to come with her. But there was no way she resisting this chance. She wasn't really able to run but quickly none the less turned a corner running right into some. Normally she'd bounce back but the sudden brakes had her falling on her butt. "That was unexpected," she sighed before looking up at who she ran into before raising a brow, "Why are you down here?"

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All the Strange, Strange Creatures | The Master and Eve || Mini Event 9

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The Master’s lip curled in disgust at the mention of Rex. “I gave him a little shove off the top of the crow’s nest, since he seemed to so enamoured by it. Just a little test, you understand. Nothing really personal, except his little freakish tendencies offend my senses. And that thoroughly grating attitude.” He shrugged. “He went splat - most satisfyingly - then revived a few minutes later. I suspect he’s gotten that from our dear Captain Jack, though I wasn’t aware that immortality was a contagious STD.” 

He shrugged in response to her questions about memory, somewhat amused. “Come now. If I remembered, it wouldn’t be memory loss, would it? Though I suppose it was like waking up up this morning and not being able to recall what’s been happening. And I would hate to think that I missed all the action.”

“Do you mean to say you never asked the Doctor what he is?” the Master raised an eyebrow. “We’re Time Lords. Part of an ancient race that ruled the universe a long time ago. Some would say ‘noble’, but …” He shrugged. “Though, given that we’re surrounded by humans, it would hard not to be noble, in comparison. A cockroach would probably be more noble.”

He was starting to mirror Eve’s pose, some instinct driving him towards blood. He stalked forward a step as well, still smiling genteelly in response to Eve’s grin. “Mother to monsters, fascinating. Would you have any of your little children here? Or will it just be us? Because I think I’m going to have to kill you. Nothing personal, of course, but I’m rather sure the feeling is mutual.”

He pursed his lips. “It’s a shame, really, because I do rather like you.”

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

Eve was actually impressed with the way he claimed to kill the man. It was a quick and clean death, and they could be a lot harder then they sounded. She didn’t know much of Rex, but she could remember the attitude he spoke of. Grating however didn’t come to mind, more along the lines of arrogant. “Quick and clean. I can respect that. Personally since arriving here, I like to have a bit more fun. Make a little mess.” A dark smile crossed her lips as she remembered the dark crimson being washed away by the pouring rain. His talk with of immortality was interesting though. So a different then what she was used to and yet similar to her children. “Jack passed on his immortality to this Rex man? He’s capable of that?”

Harold or the ‘Master’ as she refused to call him seemed as unable to figure out what was going on as she did. Normally she would be annoyed with his answer instead she gave an amused smirk, “That would be highly disappointing. I’ve never slept a day in my life till I came here. Now I’m suddenly sleeping through everything. There are vague memories though of everyone dying.”

Truthfully, she’s never spoken to the man, except for the small bit at the party. Not because she wasn’t interested, but mainly because she didn’t know where to find them. She did want to know more about her s race, but not enough to ask when all she wanted was to rip out his throat. “ It’s never come up,” she told him with a nonchalant shrug wondering what ancient meant in his world. How many generations of his people lived in the 10,000 years she was imprisoned. “If not for their weak genetics, I’d go as far as to say a rock was more noble. Worst gift of free will ever. At least cockroaches are resilient.”

Eve had already taken a defensive stand when he stepped forward. But she had to physically stop herself when he asked about her children. A growl stuck in her throat as she flexed out half shifted claws, bones cracking back into place. No claws. She’d been getting too familiar with them lately. Instead she feels the wraith spike forming at the base of her wrist. Changing her stance she gave a dark smile as she dropped both hands to her side, “ The feeling is mutual, on both accounts actually, and you put me in a good mood. So guess what? I’ll let you go first. If you’re feeling froggy, leap. But you better get it right or I’m popping both those pretty hearts of yours. ”

[thetallerwinchester]

Bad Moon Rising|| Sam + Eve

[thetallerwinchester]

thetruequeenofpurgatory:

She was tired. Not physically despite this pockets insistence on making her nap. Mentally maybe? In Purgatory it was easy, run and fight or you die. Here is was a never ending game. Either everyone was falling in love, fighting, or waking up in Noah’s wet dream of an ark. And now they were home, if that’s what you wanted to call it. The house she used to reside in was still there but she made no attempt to recover it. Instead she was taking the human approach and drinking till drunk, this vessels liver fails, or she understands everything. Which ever came first.

She was expecting Dean when she walked in, not his little brother. Well that was interesting news. Eve froze in her steps when when she caught his scent. By the way he was sitting she could tell he didn’t know she was there. Not looking for a fight, she almost spun around to leave before she heard him speak. Relieved it wasn’t at her, it dawned on her she had no reason to sneak away. Big brother knew who she was but baby brother in front of her had yet to see her new look. This could be fun.

Eve was on the verge of sitting down next to him when the bottles flew off the wall shattering around her making her jump. Hearing Sam’s orders she almost laughed, what harm could a ghost do her? Instead she kept the surprise in her face before nodding. Running into the kitchen, Eve embarrassingly let out a small shout as pots, pans, and utensils were flying around. It helped her but she’d never admit they surprised her. Before getting knocked unconscious by a coffee pot she grabbed a large container of salt and ran back out to him. “What was that? What’s this going to do?” She asked tossing it to him, a slight shake in her voice as she ran her hand through her hair, “What’s going on?”

“Pissed off spirit? Ghost? Salt is sort of like a repellent for ghosts. Think of it as along the same lines as bug spray, only with spirits.” Sam took another quick swig of his drink before moving off the bar. He caught the salt from the unknown figure and carefully trailed it against the baseboards of the bar. It was difficult, especially while trying to avoid bottles being flung at his head. Not to mention he was already worn out because Lucifer couldn’t seem to leave him alone. It was safe to say Sam wasn’t in the best condition to be hunting, but it didn’t seem to matter. 

Once the younger Winchester finished, the chaos instantly stopped. He looked around to see if anything appeared inside the barrier. It was safe to say Sam relieved when nothing further happened. Out of slight paranoia, he grabbed his gun loaded with rock salt in case anything returned. The bar looked like an apocalypse hit. Remains of shattered glass, as well as pots and pans were scattered everywhere.

Sam was finally able to study the woman. He didn’t recognize her, but he assumed she knew Dean. Most people seemed to be familiar with him. “You okay?” He asked, even though she seemed unharmed. Probably petrified out of her mind, but relatively unharmed. “I’m uh, Sam Winchester. Nice to meet you.”

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

So far this was so much easier then she thought it would be. Maybe she should have pretended to be human from the beginning, that would have been interesting. Might have had a chance at more fun instead of Irene and Sherlock. Only bad side was now she had to act afraid and a bit dumber. “Spirits? Like from campfire horror stories? They’re real? And you expect me to believe that the salt is just supposed to work. Like Raid?” She asks keeping the skepticism in her voice with a touch of fear.

The younger Winchester set right to work with laying it down. With his back to her she knelt down and grabbed one of the thrown cast iron pans. It was his advice to grab some iron for protection. Gripped tightly in hand, her steps pulled her closer to the hunter. The urge to swing was so powerful, but unlike her namesake, Eve was able to resist the temptation. A cold shiver distracts her, and Eve is able to make out a faint outline moving around the room. Before she can get a definitive look, the salt line is finished trapping it out.

Instantly she clutches the pan to her chest and puts on the face of a scared human. It shifted to shock upon seeing the gun in his hands. It wasn't raised at her nor did she smell any gun powder, so her worries vanished. "It really stopped!" Eve blew out a small sigh of relief before walking over to him. "What? Oh um yeah, I think I'm good. All fingers and toes accounted for. Are you alright? That was impressive. I'm Tia, it's nice to meet you Sam Winchester," she said with a shy smile.

Tiamat was a name from when she was considered a goddess. For now, it would serve as an alright name. Toying with the pan still in her hand, just in case, her eyes looked for any sign of their spirit friend. Or so it looked. Looking along the baseboards she looked for any weakness in the salt or somewhere she could make one. "Is it gone?" She asks warily nudging a broken bottle with her shoe, "Does that mean we clean Casper's mess or see if their is anything salvageable at the bar?"

[thetallerwinchester]

Bad Moon Rising|| Sam + Eve

It was late and night and Sam took a seat at the bar. Such an action was rare for him. He usually didn’t drink much other then the occasional few beers. The younger Winchester gripped a bottle of whiskey in his hands. He took long swigs, letting the substance burn his throat. Sam stared down at the caramel colored liquid.

“Great, I’m going crazy again.” He muttered to himself, hopefully low enough to where no one would hear him. After his run in with Lucifer, he didn’t want to feel. Mixed emotions flooded through the hunter. Anger, sorrow, regret, and worry were all prominent. Lucifer’s return wasn’t a good thing, weather it was in Sam’s head or not. It meant everything he fought for was a lie. Beating Lucifer’s possession, losing his soul, spending a year in the cage, none of it mattered anymore.

Sam let out a prolonged sigh. He was about to take another swig of the bottle, until he noticed his breath seemed to freeze in the air. The temperature dropped drastically, and bottles were being flung from the shelves. They shattered on impact. “What the hell?” He spoke to himself. He turned to the nearest person he could find, their identity not important enough to try and figure out. “Get the salt and stay behind me.”

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

She was tired. Not physically despite this pockets insistence on making her nap. Mentally maybe? In Purgatory it was easy, run and fight or you die. Here is was a never ending game. Either everyone was falling in love, fighting, or waking up in Noah’s wet dream of an ark. And now they were home, if that’s what you wanted to call it. The house she used to reside in was still there but she made no attempt to recover it. Instead she was taking the human approach and drinking till drunk, this vessels liver fails, or she understands everything. Which ever came first.

She was expecting Dean when she walked in, not his little brother. Well that was interesting news. Eve froze in her steps when when she caught his scent. By the way he was sitting she could tell he didn’t know she was there. Not looking for a fight, she almost spun around to leave before she heard him speak. Relieved it wasn’t at her, it dawned on her she had no reason to sneak away. Big brother knew who she was but baby brother in front of her had yet to see her new look. This could be fun.

Eve was on the verge of sitting down next to him when the bottles flew off the wall shattering around her making her jump. Hearing Sam’s orders she almost laughed, what harm could a ghost do her? Instead she kept the surprise in her face before nodding. Running into the kitchen, Eve embarrassingly let out a small shout as pots, pans, and utensils were flying around. It helped her but she’d never admit they surprised her. Before getting knocked unconscious by a coffee pot she grabbed a large container of salt and ran back out to him. “What was that? What’s this going to do?” She asked tossing it to him, a slight shake in her voice as she ran her hand through her hair, “What’s going on?”

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All the Strange, Strange Creatures | The Master and Eve || Mini Event 9

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thetruequeenofpurgatory:

Definitely alien. Adler may have been a fiction character in the flesh but she smelled human. This man definitely did not have a human smell, but it was familiar. Something she’d caught faintly but was unaware of what exactly it belonged to. Like she’d met him in passing or for a moment briefly. He seemed to be no real threat but Eve knew very well looks were deceiving. Especially with a whole ship of people who were dead and this stranger who seemed to be undamaged for someone who fought off everyone this place had to offer. Was it because he was an alien or something else?

Despite her inner thoughts, Eve managed to keep present a calm smile when he offered his hand. There was a seconds hesitation, in case his touch was dangerous before she remembered how much damage she’s caused with a touch and shook his hand firmly. With a chuckle she shook her head, “The gesture is appreciated but no. It’s sweet and all, but I think I’ll stick to Harold if that’s alright with you? You can call me Eve, I have many names but it seems fitting at the moment.”

Brow raised at his next words she was even more curious about him and the situation. Wasn’t he the one responsible? Unable to stop the smile that tugged on her lips she said, “You don’t know the half of if. I was just thinking the same thing about you. Definitely a much better distraction then wandering below deck.” Crossing her arms she had to shake her head again, “Unfortunately not. If it had been me, it would have been a lot messier and there are a few people I would have kept alive. As pets or souvenirs. Probably changed them over so they’d obey me. I was actually going to berate you for keeping all the fun to yourself. So then I take it you weren’t the one behind this? ”

All the fun wasn’t completely gone thankfully. She may have missed the big fight but there was still one person around. She was incredibly curious as to what he was and what the dual ticking she heard was, but Eve couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to attack. Her fingers itched to change and shred into him and the more she tried not to think about it the more she thought about it and all the others she missed. Lowering her arms she laced her hands to keep them busy as it dawned on her, why he smelt so familiar. “That man from the party. You’re the same as him aren’t you? Whatever that is…oh what was his name? His picture is everywhere. Doctor? Yes, something like that. Am I right?” As she asked she walked forward a few steps before realizing it and stopping.

Truthfully, the Master would really have preferred ‘the Master’, but he supposed it didn’t matter - he would be rid of this woman and this place soon. “Eve,” he said, wondering at … how ordinary it was. She was as much an Eve as he was a Harry, he supposed. 

“I might have been responsible for some of them,” he conceded. “A few of them I would be more than happy to see the back of - I do remember killing Rex Matheson, though he apparently springs back to life, the same way that Jack Harkness does. But similar to you, there were a few I would have kept alive.” He smiled, undisturbed by the casual mention of so much death. “Still, there’s a bit of a blank in my memory, I’m afraid. Anything’s possible.” 

He leaned against the rail, smiling a little - the smile of a predator. He could tell that Eve was twitchy, probably consumed by the same killing urge that he could feel nagging at the back of his mind, like one of those boorish old professors at the Academy yapping nonstop. “The Doctor? Something like him? Oh, more than you know. Same species, yes. And I daresay, we’re two sides of the same coin. It would be a shame if he’s dead.”

He watched Eve as she stalked forward. “You can tell just by the smell? Impressive. What are you, if you don’t mind my asking? You seem about as human as I am - which is to say, not at all.”

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

Lady luck seemed to shining in her favor, just as Eve was beginning to accept the idea she was stuck in a town full of goody two shoes too. She was already interested when he admitted so easily to possibly killing someone, but his mention of another immortal concerned and fascinated her. She knew vaguely of Jack but the fact that the rude man from the party was immortal as well was new. Neither were alive however, and that was awfully concerning for someone immortal like herself.

“Glad to see you didn’t get to have all the fun by yourself. That wouldn’t be fair. And I would love to hear all about you and that Rex guy. He came back to life?,” Eve started to say before pausing for a second. “You said memory blank. How long would you estimate it was? Was it sleep like, and possible you just woke up missed all the big action?” Getting lost down below was understandable for her but Eve remembered waking up curled on the floor during her running around, and sleep was not something Eve did.

It should be something she was trying to figure out but Eve could only think about the man in front of her. And she was conflicted. Part of her was itching to see if alien flesh was as soft as humans, and the other half had a million questions for him. “I knew it, “ she couldn’t help but smile, “He did seem interesting, it would be a shame if he were gone. You’re like him? What are you?

Realizing she asked the same thing he did, Eve couldn’t help the grin. This was the second time someone asked the correct question. ” Good question, I don’t mind at all. There is no proper or scientific name for me. I simply go by Mother. I am Mother to monsters and most things that go bump in the night.“

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All the Strange, Strange Creatures | The Master and Eve || Mini Event 9

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

Finally the corridor she’d been looking for came into view. In a stubborn fit Eve had been determined to learn the exact pattern the bottom deck was following. Unfortunately for her the ship seemed to catch on and had her wandering endlessly. Over two weeks she’s been stuck below, and finally the stairs up was in her sight.

Eve didn’t run or climb the stairs, she didn’t want to risk them changing on her in any ways. Instead she jumped landing in a kneeled position on the floor. It was quiet and smelled of blood and death. So it was true, everyone had been killed. And she missed all the fun because she got lost.

Something incredibly powerful had put her to sleep and she had assumed everything she’d seen had been a dream. But now as she walked the quiet halls she could see she was wrong. A growl rumbled from her throat as she searched the floor with the med bay and kitchen. This place finally thinks up something fun and then doesn’t let her play. Super rude.

The smell of the water on the breeze was the first thing she noticed as she walked on deck. Followed quickly by the scent of something living. Her first thought had been alien because it was new, but different then Jack. Quiet steps allowed her to get a look at the man before he turned, letting her assess for any danger. He seemed harmless so far but she was still on edge. He was the last one standing for a reason. She could fly up to the crows nest and spy on the man.

Spying wasn’t normally her thing unless she could hide in the brush. The deck seemed to open for that and Eve knew the longer she stood there the faster she’d get found out. Almost as if teleporting, Eve ran to the edge and leaned casually. Not close enough to allow a shove but enough to seem normal, “So you’re the last man standing? Don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure yet.”

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Some instinct warned him of the presence of an intruder just moments before a voice broke through the calm. Ah, and here he’d been enjoying himself for the first time in months. He should have known that it was too good to last.

However, this promised to be interesting. He glanced over casually, surprised by the woman’s sudden appearance, but refusing to let it show on his face. No human should have been able to sneak up on him, but he was getting the sense that there was something unusual about this lady. Not a Time Lord, for sure. Not any species that he was familiar with.

He quirked an eyebrow. “And I suppose that makes you the last woman standing.” Flashing a smile that might have shown just a bit too much teeth, he held out his hand. “Harold Saxon– no, if we’re the last ones around, I suppose I should give you a better name than that. You can call me the Master.”

He cast an eye over the stranger, increasingly curious about what she was. “If I’d known there was someone as interesting as you onboard, life would have been a lot less boring. Tell me: did you kill everyone else?”

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

Definitely alien. Adler may have been a fiction character in the flesh but she smelled human. This man definitely did not have a human smell, but it was familiar. Something she’d caught faintly but was unaware of what exactly it belonged to. Like she’d met him in passing or for a moment briefly. He seemed to be no real threat but Eve knew very well looks were deceiving. Especially with a whole ship of people who were dead and this stranger who seemed to be undamaged for someone who fought off everyone this place had to offer. Was it because he was an alien or something else?

Despite her inner thoughts, Eve managed to keep present a calm smile when he offered his hand. There was a seconds hesitation, in case his touch was dangerous before she remembered how much damage she’s caused with a touch and shook his hand firmly. With a chuckle she shook her head, “The gesture is appreciated but no. It's sweet and all, but I think I’ll stick to Harold if that’s alright with you? You can call me Eve, I have many names but it seems fitting at the moment.”

Brow raised at his next words she was even more curious about him and the situation. Wasn’t he the one responsible? Unable to stop the smile that tugged on her lips she said, “You don’t know the half of if. I was just thinking the same thing about you. Definitely a much better distraction then wandering below deck.” Crossing her arms she had to shake her head again, “Unfortunately not. If it had been me, it would have been a lot messier and there are a few people I would have kept alive. As pets or souvenirs. Probably changed them over so they’d obey me. I was actually going to berate you for keeping all the fun to yourself. So then I take it you weren’t the one behind this? ”

All the fun wasn’t completely gone thankfully. She may have missed the big fight but there was still one person around. She was incredibly curious as to what he was and what the dual ticking she heard was, but Eve couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to attack. Her fingers itched to change and shred into him and the more she tried not to think about it the more she thought about it and all the others she missed. Lowering her arms she laced her hands to keep them busy as it dawned on her, why he smelt so familiar. “That man from the party. You’re the same as him aren’t you? Whatever that is…oh what was his name? His picture is everywhere. Doctor? Yes, something like that. Am I right?” As she asked she walked forward a few steps before realizing it and stopping.

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

Red Sky In The Morning|| Eve & Moriarty

His name was Moriarty, main villain of the the Sherlock movies and probably his universe. She had almost forgot about him. Though thinking about it now she couldn’t figure out how she could forget him. The boat no longer made her sick so she as able to get a better look at him. Avoiding going below deck for a while she was exploring the tops decks when she caught his scent among the masses and followed the trail quietly. Thankfully despite the length of time between their meetings it wasn’t hard to spot a fresh trail over the older ones.

Now that she remembered the man their last conversation played on repeat through her mind. He seemed interested in her powers and possible gifts. Has the Dark Mother found a willing beta tester? That’s something she hasn’t come across in 10,000 years at least. In Grants Pass she’d gotten lucky with the bar and college humans interested in her vessel so all it had taken was a simple touch. But this place was different and it’s been a while. So was it possible that he wasn’t interested anymore?

Keeping her distance, Eve watched the man a few moments longer. She could see a confidence or power in him, lurking under the seemingly harmless man. She couldn’t visibly see it of course more like sensed it. A darkness that he hid she was only able to sense with years of practice. And just like that she knew that even if he had lost interest or said no, she would still go through with it.

Red flashes through her eyes and she feels the power surge into her fingertips. Itching to come out and be used. She’s neglected most of her powers for so long they were dying to come out. Outwardly she seemed calm or normal as she approached him. Lacing her hands behind her back she gave a small smile, “Gorgeous day. Too bad the views not that great. Jim, right?“

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All the Strange, Strange Creatures | The Master and Eve || Mini Event 9

The ship was deliciously quiet when the Master awoke. No tramping of footsteps up and down the corridor, no obnoxiously raised voices, nothing but blissful silence. 

Because everyone was dead. (Except for him, of course, but that was a given. He was a survivor, after all). He was pretty sure that he’d killed some of them - at least, he rather hoped he had; some of the humans were plain annoying, and he would be quite upset if he hadn’t wrung their necks himself. 

Perhaps the only one he would mourn was the Doctor, but part of him was convinced that the other Time Lord was still alive. If there was anyone who was, just possibly, better at surviving than he was, it had to be the Doctor. 

He wondered what had become of the immortals - Captain Freak and CIA Freak, but he supposed they must have been tossed overboard, at some point. Good riddance.

Stretching, he made his way up to the deck, enjoying the sunrise and the breeze. Peace and quiet, just the way he liked it. 

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

Finally the corridor she’d been looking for came into view. In a stubborn fit Eve had been determined to learn the exact pattern the bottom deck was following. Unfortunately for her the ship seemed to catch on and had her wandering endlessly. Over two weeks she’s been stuck below, and finally the stairs up was in her sight.

Eve didn’t run or climb the stairs, she didn’t want to risk them changing on her in any ways. Instead she jumped landing in a kneeled position on the floor. It was quiet and smelled of blood and death. So it was true, everyone had been killed. And she missed all the fun because she got lost.

Something incredibly powerful had put her to sleep and she had assumed everything she’d seen had been a dream. But now as she walked the quiet halls she could see she was wrong. A growl rumbled from her throat as she searched the floor with the med bay and kitchen. This place finally thinks up something fun and then doesn’t let her play. Super rude.

The smell of the water on the breeze was the first thing she noticed as she walked on deck. Followed quickly by the scent of something living. Her first thought had been alien because it was new, but different then Jack. Quiet steps allowed her to get a look at the man before he turned, letting her assess for any danger. He seemed harmless so far but she was still on edge. He was the last one standing for a reason. She could fly up to the crows nest and spy on the man.

Spying wasn’t normally her thing unless she could hide in the brush. The deck seemed to open for that and Eve knew the longer she stood there the faster she’d get found out. Almost as if teleporting, Eve ran to the edge and leaned casually. Not close enough to allow a shove but enough to seem normal, “So you’re the last man standing? Don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure yet.”

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[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

Congratulations! This is your very own chance of dedicating a song to other five fellow inmates... I mean, citizens of The Pocket! I'm sure everyone will be very excited to know of your excellent music taste, and yes, one of those songs can be for the town itself! Of course, you have permission to be boring and ignore this, but just think of how much fun it would be to actually follow through! I'll be waiting. xoxo

Haven’t been able to keep up on the current music trends much, nor much of an interest so I think I will pass. Thank you anyways.

[deaducing]

I don’t need them but seeing as they’re mine, I’d like to have them back. They’re sort of my signature look. I was below deck and that’s all you need to know.

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

Signature look? I thought you were famous for that ugly hat and pipe. See, now, I thought we were over the lying dear. I’ve been all throughout that below deck I never once scented you.

[deaducing]

Has anyone seen my coat and scarf? I realise I have impeccable style, but that doesn’t mean anyone can just come into my quarters and take whatever they’d like.

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

Aren’t we in the middle of what you call summer? Why do you need a coat and a scarf. Impeccable style? Try more like a roasting oven. Oh and welcome back Darling. Where’d you go?

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Exploring - Jim and Eve || Event 7

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Jim listened to her intently, though the whole description of Eden made him want to roll his eyes. It sounded so typical. All the bible types would be throwing parties. Then she started talking about Lucifer, and his disdain was tucked away. “Not a bad legacy.” He remarked calmly, folding his hands in his lap and looking down at them. So it turned out that not everyone on the ship was some sort of hero. How promising.

“Did you? How did that come about?” His eyebrows raised slightly. Of course, who Irene did and did not get along with in the Pocket wasn’t his problem. In fact, if Eve really was as powerful as she was saying and some alliance was formed, he would help her gut Irene for the right price. “A professor?”  He frowned. Perhaps the books and movies weren’t so wonderful as he had been told. “No, I’m more of a business man, myself.” He tilted his head as he considered how much he wanted to tell Eve. A little bragging couldn’t hurt, she’d certainly been happy to do so about her own legacy. Laying low was getting boring, someone ought to know he was capable of more than just claiming a reputation from a book. “I run the largest criminal network in the world. Or more accurately, worlds, I suppose. The only teaching I do is making examples of people. Little Johnny didn’t shoot Susie like I asked him to, so I shot him instead. After I slowly killed his entire family right in front of him, of course.” A crooked grin spread across his face. He missed those ‘lessons.’

He let out a dry chuckle as she called God a dick–of course he would be, assuming he existed. Most people in power that considered themselves heroes were bound to be. Because stumbling upon power didn’t happen. And in order to obtain it, you had to screw people over. Crush them, hurt them, make them fear you enough that they wouldn’t question your command. At least Jim was straightforward about the fact that he was the villain. Any doubts he had about the truth of her words were curbed as Eve changed. The longer he spent speaking with her, the more potential he found. Jim found himself hoping very, very much that there was some transferrable form of Eve’s powers, because he wanted them. More than he’d wanted anything in a long time, even surpassing Sherlock Holmes. People were only exciting for as long as they were alive. But skills like that could be used to rule whole worlds, not just criminal organizations. And their expiration dates ran for over ten thousand years and beyond. “Believe me. The pleasure is all mine.” His smile widened and became more predatory as he examined the exact image of Irene Adler in front of him. Incredible. Absolutely incredible. “So how many of these hidden talents do you possess? And how do you feel about alliances?”

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

It was a loaded question, and Eve was wary about how she answered. On one hand it was in all the movies that he was the enemy and Irene had feelings for Sherlock. So it made sense that she would get all upset when she found out Eve attacked Sherlock. But how would this man in front of her feel about it? He seemed pretty okay with hearing her speak of Lucifer, Eden, and killing countless people. But she didn’t know what it was like their world. Despite not wanting to get shot, Eve was curious to see how Jim would react to hearing she damaged people from his world so easily. “A while back I had a rather messy disagreement with our favorite detective. Broke him open and such. Irene found out and got her revenge when I was temporarily out of commission. So I just got a little revenge. Showed her what fear really is, and painted the sidewalk with her blood.”

His confession halted her. It looked like she really wasn’t alone in this place. Alone as in everyone here seemed so set on being the hero she was starting to think it was contagious. Finally someone else saw how unworthy of their lives they were living. And it was a human, even more fun. Changing back from Irene to herself she kept a small smirk on her face. The words were on the tip of her tongue, and she believed she could learn anything from him if she just asked right.

Then he asked his questions. It was beautiful. Something rushed through her that she hadn’t felt in so long. Hope, maybe? “Alliances are wonderful if formed with the right people. Or in our case, I guess it would be the wrong people.” She told him before walking over towards him.

Dropping to the floor in one solid motion, Eve placed both her hands on his knees and lifted herself just below with his face. The move was more submissive than she would have liked, but she believed it would help the whole process if he saw himself as the one in control and that it was his idea. He seemed smart enough, and had been at the top of something powerful. If there was one thing she learned about humans, it was they always craved more. She mastered her perfect monster and had never gotten a real chance to use his abilities. If he wanted more, she would give him an unlimited amount. “My talents are for more then I could ever describe. Hunters in my world would kill me just for having them. Would you like to see them? How about I give you a gift?” Her words were soft, sweet, and oh so carefully planted just right.

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Ship of Fools ☆ The Pocket Party

TAGGING: Rory Williams, River Song, Gwen Cooper, Rhys Williams, John Smith, The Master, Toshiko Sato, Mycroft Holmes, Sam Winchester, Anwen Williams, Irene Adler, Clara Oswald, The Doctor, Dean Winchester, Eve, Esther Drummond, Danny Pink, River Song, Donna Noble, and Rex Matheson. 

TIME FRAME: July 11th, evening

LOCATION: The room below deck with bullet holes in the door.

GENERAL NOTES: The people of the Pocket attend a party with no idea what to expect. Several uninvited guests show up, some traditional Earth ballads are shared, the Pocket is alternatively cruel and kind, and Tony the Tiger makes things not so grrreat.  

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[torchwoodshead]

Bolero ↯ Jack + Eve

[torchwoodshead]

It took two seconds before what Eve had said to him had clicked in his mind and he was forced to sharply turn to his left and quickly aim. However, he paused and caused for the creature to come charging at him long enough for it to take a hold of his arm, nearly causing him to drop his Webley.

With his free hand, Jack reached up and socked the alien in the face before breaking free and taking aim at it’s heart. With a quick shot and no mercy on his face, Jack watched as the Weevil dropped to the floor. Staring down at it, he frowned and clenched his jaw before slowly harnessing his gun and turning to look at Eve with concern.

“Are you alright?” He looked her over quickly before assessing that she could have had it a lot worse with the creature before turning his attention to his own wound. “Weevil bites are nasty, back home they invaded our sewers and lived there like rats. Couldn’t get rid of them, and didn’t really want to. They cleaned up the people that were less than good citizens.” Rambling on about the creature, Jack took his button down off leaving only his undershirt to be exposed.

Examining the bite mark, Jack gave a shrug before tying his shirt around it. “It’ll heal.” It was in that moment Jack realised where Eve had gotten bitten and he quickly snapped his attention back onto her. Slowly he lifted his hand to trace over the new skin on her throat before looking up and meeting her gaze. “This is one of those times where I have to say that I’m glad you’re immortal.” He smiled gently before allowing his hand to drop back down by his side.

“So, what made you decide to want to explore the ship all by yourself?” Clearing his throat and standing back to cross his arms over his chest, Jack looked back down towards the Weevil once more before landing his attention onto Eve. “Not that you can’t handle yourself or anything, I’m just curious and glad you let me tag along.”

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

Eve sprung into a defensive position with claws out as the creature bit on Jack’s arm. Like when it took a chunk out of her it was sudden and her only thought had been to attack. Before she could leap Jack fired his gun into the creature. It was as loud and obnoxious as every other time she heard it, only this time she was actually impressed with the weapon. She couldn’t help but wonder if the ringing she heard in her ears was normal.

She answers his concern with nod, everything that had been torn during the bite had healed itself. And thankfully t’s not like she is at risk for infection. But as he tells her about stinky, or a weevil as he calls it, Eve cannot help but wrinkle her nose in disgust. Attacked by a sewer creature, well that explains the smell. “Gross. But I guess it’s more effective than the human police force.” She replied with a raised brow looking over at the dead creature. Looking back to check on Jack, she gave an approving once over seeing him in his undershirt, before forcing her eyes back to the weevil. “Weevil, huh?” She asked trying the word out on her tongue before continuing, “Smells awful, with a nasty bite. Is that all it takes? Is that a normal bullet?”

The smell of blood trickled in over the smell of death and sewer. She knew instantly that it wasn’t her’s. He said it would heal but she couldn’t help but frown in concern. All the powers at her disposal, including creating sentient life and she couldn’t heal someone who had gotten injured because of her. Of course, she never would have needed or wanted to before now. As his fingers touched the new skin on her neck, she tried how warm he felt. With a soft smile she chuckled at his comment, “It’ll take a lot more than a bite to take me out. Thank you. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.” She said softly touching lightly above his wrapping.

It was nice to speak someone who wasn't going to accuse her for attacking Irene. Or even worse, start asking her what happened. Especially with that voicemail that apparently went around. Actually it was nice, to have a conversation without it leading to that insufferable woman. Arms crossed, Eve was unaware she was mimicking his stance as she smirked, "I am glad it was you that answered. I can think of a few people that would have came to just laugh at me through the door." Lowering her hands to her pockets, Eve rocked on her heels with a playful grin, "Honestly? I heard all the commotion about a changing labyrinth below deck, and I couldn't let Torchwood have all the fun."

Eve eyed the door and then the dead weevil on the ground kicking it lightly with her foot. Taking a step towards Jack she offered her arm, "This weevil guy smells awful, and now that my hero is here is there any chance you'd care to explore any more possible dangers?"

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

Is it ever hard to keep track of all your children? Can you be sure none of them are in this world? Someone who knows something would love to speak to you about them. Try the door with bullet holes in about a week or so.

Not with a hive mind. 

Wait! 

They are here?? 

Where? 

I can’t hear anything!

Who is this?? I will kill you if they are harmed.

Didn’t that room have a tiger in it??

[torchwoodshead]

Bolero ↯ Jack + Eve

As much as Jack should have been worried about someone being alone and lost within the depths of the ship, he knew that Eve was more than capable of handling herself. However, he liked her and sometimes he wondered if there could be more to it, but he was never left long enough alone to let his mind drift that far.

But all of that hardly mattered when he knew that he already had established a trusting friendship with the woman. And any opportunity to go and see her nowadays he was going to willingly take. After replying to her post, he shut his laptop off and stood up from his bed. He glanced over at Martha’s side and smiled before shrugging on his greatcoat and strapping his Webley before heading out to find Eve.

Descending the set of stairs that led further below deck, the Captain cautiously looked around for the scratch marks she said she placed. Finding the first set, Jack traced his fingers over them before heading in the direction they were pointing to. A few scratch marks further and Jack was faced with a closed door and the mark Eve had left.

“Hm..” he mused to himself before trying the door and shaking his head. “Eve?” He called out, hoping she’d be able to hear him-or at least close enough to the door to make a sound for him to know it was her. Readjusting himself, Jack threw his weight onto the door and yanked onto the handle to pop it open. When that didn’t work, Jack resorted to the only other thing he could think of.

“Hey, I don’t want to hurt you, so stand back in case I somehow manage to miss my mark.” Pulling out his gun, Jack checked it before making a mental list to refill it and to carry extra ammo for later use, and then took aim. The shot rang out as the door shuddered and creaked before finally giving in and slowly opening. Shoving it further open, the Captain entered cautiously before looking around. “Eve?”

[thetruequeenofpurgatory]

It was hideous. Not the ugliest she’d ever seen but it was close. And that was nothing on the smell. Enhanced senses were no gift if Eve was afraid to open her mouth in case she could taste it. But she’d never seen anything like it. This wasn’t from her world and she wanted to find out what it was. Eve wasn’t stupid though, she could see the sharp teeth as it raised its lips and let out a small growl. This thing, whatever it was could injure and did.

They circled each other slowly around the room. This creature had moving slowly never taking it’s eyes off of Eve. Blood showed through on his outfit and on his skin as well. Of course she did shove her claws into his side and neck but at least she knew this thing bled. Eve gripped the side of her neck tightly to stay her bleeding as she made sure to keep her back to a wall the entire time. The skin was knitting under her grasp, thankfully in a moments time she would be healed.

It was hard to tell which moment came first, where she noticed she wasn’t alone or when she felt the teeth sink into her throat. It was probably after sending her last reply to Jack. She had a smile on her face when she read he was going to help her. It had been a while since she'd see the captain, and even without the pockets influence on her she was happy to see him.  Her phone didn’t even make it back in her pocket before she felt him grip her arms. spinning around she felt the bite right at the curve of her throat. Her claws immediately found home one in his side and another in the side of his throat. Immediately the creature released her and that's how they started this endless circle.

His voice calling her name distracted him causing her to miss a step which turned into her tripping over her phone into a small pile of boxes. She heard it start after her, so Eve showed her claws with a growl and flash of her eyes. Whatever it was stopped and seemed to stare as if contemplating. A smirk crossed her lips, this creature was a bit smarter than it looks. "In here Jack!" She called out feeling the new skin on her throat as she tried to wipe away the blood that has gotten over her and her shirt. All the while her eyes never leaving stinky.

Her smile grew when she heard him throw himself at the door, just as she had done several times. If he had succeeded she wouldn't have even been mad. Confused, certainly. Her thoughts were interrupted as it took her a couple seconds to realize what he meant. Quickly she hurried to the opposite side hoping his bullet would take down the creature. The bang seemed to echo as she covered her ears and for a second time Eve realized how much she didn't like guns. But watching that door open, maybe they weren't that bad.

Jack's intoxicating and much more pleasant scent replaced the fetid smell that filled the room before. Despite being glad to see him, her eyes immediately looked for the creature. She wouldn't let it sneak up on Jack like it did her. "To your left Jack!" She pointed before jogging over to him.