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Nous ne faisons que passer dans l'ombre sous la lumière [Active/Closed]

Character(s): Priere and Eleven
Content: Priere and Eleven have that talk about ~~darkness and the org~~... org loving puppies of course!
Setting: Around Paixao for the moment
Time: Middle of the night
Warnings: None for the moment?

Ever since that man showed that letter on the message board, Priere hadn’t gotten a single full night sleep. This had to be a first, even in some of the hardest situations she always managed to sleep like a rock. Even the nightmares that plagued the city a few weeks back didn’t cut her sleep like this. At least they only made her wake up startled... not make her toss and turn for hours.

She didn’t really have any reasons to be so on edge though; she knew that this letter was lying! The worlds weren’t getting destroyed... her home was fine... After all, her brother had been here before! If her world had been destroyed, how could he have been brought here? And now he was home! It’s not like they could just send him back to float in space! It was all the proof she needed to know that her world, and thus the worlds of other were safe. So, why was it still eating her inside? Why hasn’t it shut up that little voice in the back of her head telling her everyone was gone?

“ARGH!”

She unceremoniously flipped the covers over, not caring that her outburst probably woke up the entire floor, and jumped out of bed. Not even bothering to change, she simply grabbed her coat and shoes before storming out the door. She found herself roaming the streets, no clear destination in mind. As long as it could clear her head, she didn’t really care.

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Not only had the need for an army been plaguing the Doctor's mind but so had the need for a wedding. On the one hand, it would make a brilliant distraction and a great show of defiance to the Organization; life would go on, in so many ways, no matter what he did. On the other hand, he had no idea what he was doing. He was rubbish at weddings, especially when it came to his own. Oh, and there was also the matter of needing to figure out a way to save every single universe in existence. Really, it was no wonder he couldn't sleep.

He'd slipped out of bed, careful to not wake his soon-to-be-wife (but really, they'd always been sort of married, hadn't they?), dressed, and moved silently out the door to wander the streets of Paixao. But his thoughts were so occupied, he sort of forgot to look where he was going, which led to nearly crashing right into Priere.

"Oh, sorry!" he managed, looking properly sheepish and apologetic. "I didn't see you there. Wasn't looking, really, which is why I wasn't seeing You look familiar, have I saved the world with you before?"

"W-whaaa?"

If Priere had been planning on being mad about nearly being crashed into, it died down almost immediately as soon as the Doctor opened his mouth. "Does tag count as saving the world?" she couldn't help but answer as she recognized the Doctor.

She had found him to be weird the first time they met, but this was just helping to cement it. That had to be the weirdest way to re-introduce yourself to someone ever.

Something went click in the Doctor's mind, and he clicked his fingers in return at the young woman - but no, he still wasn't getting it. "Tag! Right. Yes. Wait, no. Maybe. I have saved the world using tag before," he replied. As a matter of fact, the Doctor had done it quite a few times. He stepped closer to Priere and peered into her eyes, trying to place exactly where he'd seen her before.

He hated not being able to recognize people, especially in here, where allies and friends were needed more than ever.

As funny as the whole situation was, it was time to get to the point. "It's me, Priere! We met playing tag, remember?" Granted, it's not like they've met much beyond that time, but they had spoken a few times on the network afterwards... well okay, maybe he would have some trouble remembering her.

"... you're gonna have to explain how it's possible to save the world playing a game of tag though," she did finally relent. Okay, she was getting curious about that one.

"Oh, right! Tag!" He remembered now - that time he'd played in the city - and with a rather large group, too. He'd liked that. Come to think of it, he should really teach his TARDIS how to play, now that she could. Maybe she would find freeze tag entertaining, too.

"Oh, that's easy," he replied, a boyish grin spreading across his face. "First, you find an alien invasion. Then, you convince them that according to the sacred rules of ancient combat on that particular planet or asteroid or spaceship or whatever, absolute victory will be awarded to the one who wins the deadly and elegant practice of tag. Then, while you have them distracted, you run like hell and make sure to confuse them so thoroughly that the invading forces just give up. Or," he continued, laughing a little at the memory, "if they refuse the challenge, do it anyway. Hello, Priere. Nice to see you again. I'm the Doctor."

Priere was starting to think that maybe it hadn't been so bad after all... maybe she had fallen asleep and this entire conversation was just some weird dream she was having. But given that she felt her test scratching on her arm and that nothing else was happening... nope, this guy was for real.

"Do-- do you always deal with alien invasions?" She eventually said, finally cracking a smile. She wasn't quite sure if he was being serious or not... but considering all she saw around here, it could very much be true. "But yeah, nice to see you again. Been busy lately?"

Oh, look, there was a smile.That was nice. "Sometimes," came the reply, the Doctor flipping his hair out of his eyes as he did so. "Sometimes I just run around." Of course, there was always a lot of running whenever he was involved. Part of it was because he liked it so much, really. Even when running wasn't needed, he sometimes did it anyway, just for the rush. The exercise didn't hurt, either.

"Oh, yeah! Very busy. A lot of universes to save, a wedding to plan, biscuits to make. You?"

Heh, well, Priere wasn't sure about the whole alien thing, but running around sounded quite similar to what they did back home when they were on missions. Glad to see some things never changed.

"Wedding? Oh right, someone mentioned that a while ago. Congrats," she said, though she had to stop herself from adding 'I think' to her sentence. She still wasn't quite sure about holding weddings in their current situation, but whatever.

"Oh, well... I've been busy..." Yep. beating up psychopathic lions, killing zombies, and becoming a sla--- vassal to some kid with a huge ego. "Just... normal stuff... thinking about the whole place, trying to figure it out."

"Oh, thank you!" the Doctor beamed. "Not only will it be a lovely occasion - a lovely blue occasion - but it'll be a good way of showing everyone holding us here that life will go on no matter what they do. Speaking of, would you like to go? I've been informed there will be cake, and if I have anything to say about it, it'll be a good one." What good was cake if it wasn't good cake at all? Not good, that's what.

"Oh, have you been busy? Busy's good. I always like keeping busy; staying still is boring." He gave a nod. "Oh, this place is brilliant. There's sort of an ominous, possible end-of-the-universe vibe I've been getting from it lately, but it's brilliant nonetheless. Literally. It sparkles! Never been to a sparkly city for this long before. Usually, I get a headache after awhile. Also, the architecture's amazing."

Life goes on no matter what, huh? That's... an interesting way of seeing things. Priere couldn't say that she disagreed with it, but that was easier said than done. "Heh, I won't say no to a wedding and cake! I haven't been to a party in forever!"

However, the rest of the Doctor's speech went over her head as soon as she hear 'end-of-the-universe'. Urgh, she was taking this walk to escape from all of this and hopefully getting rid of her growing dark circles under her eyes. "I'm pretty sure it's nothing," she said still smiling. But this time, it was a lot less genuine; it was more neutral, more practiced.

"Brilliant!" came the reply, the Doctor grinning ear to ear. "Just dress however you want when the time comes. I'll be sure to let everyone know what day it's on." Whatever day it ended up being on, anyway. "By the way, we're holding it in the Macalania woods. If you don't know where that is, I can make sure you get there. LAter, though. That comes later."

Priere's change in mood did not go unnoticed. Gently, the Doctor laid a hand on her shoulder. "Now, Priere, is something bothering you? We may not know each other well, but you can talk to me about it, if you want."

Casual wedding, SCORE. "Oh, I've been there before... hey wait a sec, wasn't there some monsters in those woods? Isn't it going to be a bit dangerous?" she asked. True, while there were monsters in there, she also had to admit the place was quite beautiful. Even she had to admit, it was probably the best place for a wedding.

She jumped a little when she felt the hand on her should, more out of surprise than anything else. But while she did accept the gesture, his offer on the other hand... "Naaaaaah, it's not important! Anyway, you've got bigger things to worry about, right?"

Years of hiding her problems and weaknesses don't simply vanish in an instant just because someone offers an ear.

The Doctor had always believed that making people dress up for something was a bit silly. Why not let them wear what they wanted? THat made things much more fun. Not that he wasn't going to be formally dressed - any excuse for a top hat, really - but that was hardly the point. "Of course it's going to be dangerous," he scoffed. "Anything worth doing is generally some shade of scary."

He nodded understandingly at Priere's excuses. He was a stranger, after all, and people hardly went about pouring out their problems to strangers. Except when they did. The Doctor seemed to get that a lot, at least. Still, best for the woman to do as she saw fit.

Edited 2012-06-28 17:04 (UTC)

Oh it wasn't the fact that he was a stranger; not even her brother could really see what was in her heart, especially not her brother. She had to stay strong, and for that, it meant hiding away any pain or problems she could have, brushing them off as they piled up. Most people simply never noticed or, she assumed, gave up trying. She was happy that the Doctor wasn't trying to pry, the guy understood that part at least.

And she was being truthful about him having bigger things to worry about.

She couldn't help but laugh at his whole "scary, dangerous, wedding". This... should be interesting, not to mention that if fights did break out with monsters, there would probably be no need for entertainment. Yep, this guy was alright in Priere's book.

However, something started to bother her at the mention of a dangerous wedding. She remembered what they had talked about a while back on the network and this guy had been saying that he wanted to raise an army! Granted, nothing had been said about it afterwards and it didn't look like it bothered their captors but... he was planning a wedding. In a dangerous location. Yeah... she wouldn't put it past them to do something there.

"Dangerous weddings sound fun," she said just a bit lower, suddenly not so subtly looking around to see if anyone was there. "But what if the organization shows up?"

He didn't half blame her for clamming up, regardless. A lot of people, himself included, felt the need to be strong, no matter the cost. It was a hard habit to break.

"Oh," he replied, a soft, dangerous smile creeping over his lips for an instant, "I'm counting on that, you know." To be honest, he at least expected them to be spied on, regardless of what actually happened. "I've been wanting to learn more about them, anyway." Besides, he loved a good party, and dancing at weddings was one of his favorite activities.

Priere stopped in her tracks. She had started sizing the Doctor up, but she had honestly not expected this one. He was expecting an ambush? Heck he wanted one? She wasn't sure if he was bold at this point, or just insane... probably a little of both.

"You want them to come crash your wedding?" she asked, still in shock. "Are we supposed to come in armed then? Or do you have a plan?" He did say he wanted to build a group after all.

"Oh, right," came the reply, as though the Doctor hadn't entirely thought of that. "Well, no. Not really. But I suspect they're going to crash it in some form whether I like it or not." He just hoped it would be after he and Sexy had gotten properly married. The mention of weapons, however, jolted him right off that particular train of thought and onto another. "No. No weapons, not ever," he replied, suddenly stern. "But plans? Well..." He smiled. "Working on it."

Priere was taken aback just a little bit by the Doctor's sudden change at the mention of weapons. "None at all? But... what happens if they do attack? Magic?" It wasn't to defy, she was honestly a bit confused. However, this was more for the other guests than herself, while she did use a baton to attack, she was more comfortable at times with her fists and her kicks. She could get by easy.

"Unless that plan of yours is gonna solve that problem?" It just seemed alien to her to not fight in these circumstances. But at least, it looked like coming up with plans. "Well, I don't really mind in the end, it's your wedding after all. You can call the shots."

"Well, I try and talk them out of it. If that doesn't work, I shout at them. If all else fails, I run away or take them down with science. Or cake." Frankly, it seemed like it would be a waste of good cake, so the Doctor was loathe to explore that option. Besides, he had other ways of dealing with problems as well, even if he didn't like to talk about them.

"Plans! Right! I've got one. Do I?" he thought to himself for a moment and shook his head. "No quite, no. But as I said, working on it." He grinned disarmingly at Priere.

Not the cake! No anything but the cake!

At the mental image of a gigantic cake food fight against the organization (or at least her bad guy stereotype image of them), she really, really couldn't help herself from bursting out in laughter. "I-- I think this is going to be the best wedding," she finally blurted out. "But... let's try to eat that cake first!"

She tried her best to stop laughing after a while. "But yeah, once you get that plan going, count me in!" This should be a very interesting day.

"Ooh, good point," conceded the Doctor. "What's a wedding without a good cake? And dancing? There's got to be loads of dancing." It had been ages since he had been to a wedding, a proper wedding. Queen Liz had been great at first and all, but then things had just gotten weird. As guilty as he felt about that, he couldn't help but be glad to have gotten away from it.

"Oh, I definitely will, Priere." Definitely.

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