#adventures queued

“No, you look like Daryl Dixon. Or Murphy MacManus. But you don’t...feel human.” Dana made a face, “I’ve been doing this way too long. I report how people feel now. When they don’t feel human. But I guess I’ve run into too many non humans...”

“Jack Harkness. Time Agent.”

The words spilled from her lips, but as soon as they were spoken, Dana’s eyes went from glowing gold to silver. She had silver eyes. They hadn’t been her words. She’d been knocked out upon arrival at the hub-gas or something. When Dana had come to she’d been in what she guessed was a containment cell. Her satchel had been taken-with her brown bag of lunch, a journal recording adventures across time and space in her own handwriting-listening planets considered fiction in some worlds, and just unheard of in others. Next to each was a time-this was how she kept track on her pocket watch. There weren’t a lot of them yet, maybe a half dozen.

The pocket watch seemed to have been taken too, despite how desperately she had clung to it as she passed out. She hadn’t yet realized that the markings were Gallifreyan. The metal was black, the lid too dark to read. What about the glass multi-faceted crystal, 20 sided and almost spherical? No. She hadn’t been able to find it either.

She wasn’t sure how long it was before the door opened. Silver eyes had widened, surprised, shocked, to see who was standing there. Dana had opened her mouth, but no words had escaped.

@kazran-sardick

She had appeared in a closet, a flash of light, and a clatter of sound as she yelped. Dana groaned, rubbing the back of her head. But for the first time she knew without a doubt she had found a bit of Dev. It was small. A glowing sphere. No. Not a sphere. A 20 sided item glowing in the dark.

“-Dev, I swear to-a D20?” Like I remember.

She didn’t have time to tease him further. Dana heard something outside the closet. Yelling. Angry father yelling, that reminded her of the home life she tried not to think of while away. Her mother had just left him, thanks to a late family friend leaving his house to them.

It was still tense.

Oddly enough it was the final act that had offended him. Not the declaration of whore-if it was a jab at his mother, he didn’t know it, He simply thought it was about him. Wouldn’t be the first time someone made a jab at his profession.

But the final words of his late mother-left unsent? Undelivered? Leo had little value on his own life, but why did this woman feel the need to be so very cruel?

“By whatever Gods you worship you frigid bitch!”

Leo had seen red. Not that he was violent. But he moved. He was quick on his feet, dexterous. Lithe. So where as up til then he had gone with the knights cooperatively, he dove to catch the fragments.

“I don’t care what you think about what I do for a living-not all of us were so bloody lucky! A mad mother, no father? You’d think you could afford some manners!” He cried out, “I did what I could. And I think we just established I’m not a spy. Whore, yes. Spy, no. What would the harm be in letting a boy continue a final deed for his mother, especially when its a message that by your information will like never be delivered!”