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had it not been for the green whispering in her ear,  ivy probably wouldn’t have noticed.  not because she lacks the ability to,  but merely because she tends to not pay attention to people.  this one is different,  though,  that’s all the greenery nearby tells her ;  not a warning so much as a statement,  a nudge to look a little bit closer.

    “ you’re a strange one -- ”  there’s a pause,  ivy’s tone is calm,  steady as the coming and going of the tide.  “ are you a threat ? ”

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               “ --- --- --- COME ON, QUICKLY, on your feet, love--- --- ”

   why do inconvenient things happen to good people ?? it was a question charlie had been asking for a long time. all they had to do was go and check out the time capsule. time lords posed a bigger threat than the people that were actively shooting at them, but they were also notorious cowards, and could generally be threatened into going back where they came from. what they’d found, however, was a girl who looked like she was very far from home.

   they had moved through the crumbled ruins like lions creeping through long grass, fanned out, slow and careful, but they hadn’t found the fight they were after. a gunshot had rung out, and charlie had launched forward and slammed into the stranger. all hell broke loose, and when charlie spoke over the rattle of the firefight, she grabbed the young woman by the back of her jacket, throwing her to her feet and hurrying her off the street, into a more sheltered alley. crouching down, she hauled the heavy, steel manhole cover off of a hole in the cobblestones, down into the dark of the sewer.

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the  doctor  tilted  his  head  .  “  trouble  with  your  engine  ?  ”  he  asked  ,  reaching  down  &&  opening  up  the  hatch  ,  taking  a  LOOK  ,  he  realised  he  had  no  clue  about  this  kind  of  engine  ,  it  wasn’t  something  he  was  very  familiar  with  ,  but  generally  speaking  ,  an  engine  was  an  engine  .  he  could  work  it  out  with  a  bit  of  time  .  taking  out  the  sonic  ,  he  aimed  it  at  the  engine  part  &&  checked  the  DIAGNOSTICS  .  sticking  it  in  his  mouth  ,  he  reached  in  &&  yanked  one  of  the  auxiliary  wires  out  causing  something  to  spark  .  

“  don’t  worry  .  i’m  very  CLEVER  .  ”  he  assured  her  speaking  through  his  sonic  that  was  still  lodged  between  his  teeth  .

                it feels like it doesn’t need to be said, for the RESISTANCE is no more than a ragtag bunch of people all dedicated to the same cause that all chose to be there, but he assures nonetheless.    “ there’s no one stopping you. ” he glances at the projected star map of the galaxy.  “ it’s a big universe out there. have you got an idea where you’d like to go? ” // @antivillained​ / n’oa

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it’s what sasha tries not to think about;  it’s easier to focus on the people she’s lost rather than what she’s lost within herself.  when she thinks of the people she’s lost,  she can be angry,  she can be sad,  she can be confused  ---  but what happens when she’s forced to look at who she’s become?  She was always a pessimist,  always the person who thought with logical rather than dwelling on hope,  but that’s only worsened with everything she’s lost:  a man who showed her there was ‘ good ‘ in every ‘ bad, ‘ and a brother she looked up to all her life,  following his lead in everything other than his optimism,  and without either of them now,  she doesn’t know how to find that positivity.  she doesn’t know how to find her will to keep living without feeling like there’s only more to lose.

     Alice pulls the neckline of her shirt back up on her shoulder. A little too fast. The bruise spreads from a black-and-purple center on her upper back to a green mottling... just where the tips of scarab’s legs fuse to her skin.

     She hasn’t mentioned scarab’s whole deal to Y’aleda yet. 

     So, okay. So she can’t hold back from a fight even when she’s a stranger on a strange planet. So she wasn’t in armor, because she’s still way too close to Reach territory, way too terrified of being recognized. So what?