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shifted_logs2010-07-11 12:22 am
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The Fifth Match
Characters: Kate Lockley, the Fourth Doctor, Spectators
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The fifth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.
The man in the cravat stepped up to the hourglass. “Beginning today’s fights—” But he glanced back behind him, his smile spreading in surprise or delight. “Lapis, Lazuli.”
“What is all this?” As usual, the Twins spoke in unison, something akin to both worry and annoyance in their tones. “We were starting to wonder what was happening. No one asked us.”
“You set up something like this before, didn’t you? Someone liked your idea and decided to run with it.” Weber, always the actor, stepped back to let the audience see both him and the twins. “No prizes for guessing who, as I don’t have prizes on me and couldn’t tell you if you guessed right.”
“This is our experiment!” They were practically sulking. “We’re trying to be better about it. This isn’t right. Whoever said you can do this doesn’t count.”
“And you know I hate to get in the way of your growing conscience, dears, but I’m to see this completed.” Weber sighed, and then he was pointing a revolver at Lazuli’s head. He was still smiling. “These bullets are special present that I got with the hat. Don’t interfere. Please? I don’t want to ask the owner of this hat to hunt you down.”
While Lazuli froze, Lapis wrapped her arms around him and bowed her head against his shoulder. After a long moment she finally glanced back up again. “He wouldn’t be interested in us anyway. But... but we’ll be cheering for them and not you, all right?”
“Oh, of course. You don’t think I’m cheering for me, do you?” Weber put his gun away and his smile became warm and welcoming. “Can I take you out for coffee to apologize?”
Though they still clung to each other, they also both nodded. Apparently coffee was good enough.
“Good.” Done with that, Weber turned again to the hourglass and the audience as if there had been no interruption. “Kate Lockley, Doctor. He's not a demon and she's no alien monster, I know. I’m so sorry, but best of luck.”
As the sand began to fall, Weber stepped back to usher the twins away.
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The fifth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.
The man in the cravat stepped up to the hourglass. “Beginning today’s fights—” But he glanced back behind him, his smile spreading in surprise or delight. “Lapis, Lazuli.”
“What is all this?” As usual, the Twins spoke in unison, something akin to both worry and annoyance in their tones. “We were starting to wonder what was happening. No one asked us.”
“You set up something like this before, didn’t you? Someone liked your idea and decided to run with it.” Weber, always the actor, stepped back to let the audience see both him and the twins. “No prizes for guessing who, as I don’t have prizes on me and couldn’t tell you if you guessed right.”
“This is our experiment!” They were practically sulking. “We’re trying to be better about it. This isn’t right. Whoever said you can do this doesn’t count.”
“And you know I hate to get in the way of your growing conscience, dears, but I’m to see this completed.” Weber sighed, and then he was pointing a revolver at Lazuli’s head. He was still smiling. “These bullets are special present that I got with the hat. Don’t interfere. Please? I don’t want to ask the owner of this hat to hunt you down.”
While Lazuli froze, Lapis wrapped her arms around him and bowed her head against his shoulder. After a long moment she finally glanced back up again. “He wouldn’t be interested in us anyway. But... but we’ll be cheering for them and not you, all right?”
“Oh, of course. You don’t think I’m cheering for me, do you?” Weber put his gun away and his smile became warm and welcoming. “Can I take you out for coffee to apologize?”
Though they still clung to each other, they also both nodded. Apparently coffee was good enough.
“Good.” Done with that, Weber turned again to the hourglass and the audience as if there had been no interruption. “Kate Lockley, Doctor. He's not a demon and she's no alien monster, I know. I’m so sorry, but best of luck.”
As the sand began to fall, Weber stepped back to usher the twins away.