The Fourth Match

[realitymods]

Characters: The TARDIS, Sorin, Spectators
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The fourth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.

Apparently having brightened up, the man had tipped his hat up so that his face was no longer in shadow, so that his smile was open and clear. The hourglass awaited his command, and he drummed his fingertips on the side of it. “In contrast to the prior pair, these two are natural enemies. They might not yet know it, but what is, is. Please welcome Sorin and the TARDIS to the arena.”

The man patted the hourglass with a hand, like patting a dog on the head, and the sand fell, counting the seconds off. The killing could start again now.

Comments

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

The TARDIS had absolutely no interest in this 'death match' and had long-since crumpled up the letter informing her of her appointment. She'd seen what had happened to Oliver and had no intention of allowing someone to coerce her into the same scenario. (It didn't help she considered herself impervious, either, and therefore the threat of death was moot.)

So it was when she suddenly appeared in the centre of the arena without so much as a 'by your leave,' the ship was honestly surprised. Whatever had the ability to teleport her against her will was strong, if nothing else, and perhaps worthy of some consideration. All she could manage, however, was an icy glare toward the empty throne next to which sat Caleb as she waited for her opponent.

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

"Did he say the TARDIS?" Damon murmured, watching the Doctor's ship curiously. He supposed it was possible for a TARDIS to take human form, but he'd never seen it in action. Damon hoped, for her sake and the Doctor's, that she survived.

But he wasn't here to watch the fight. Instead, he knocked quietly on the forcefield surrounding the Emperor's box.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

He gaze was ice as he approached the Coliseum.

He hadn't been so very bothered, at first, at the notion of these childish war games; it was distasteful, certainly, and there were people he'd rather not see killed, but one does grow accustomed to death over the centuries. And they would, of course, be revived.

But his ship...oh, that's another matter entirely.