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The price of failure

Who: The Doctor, Dilandau
Where: By the library
When: Day 86
What: The Doctor vanished when his plan failed and Dilandau paid the price for his part in the scheme. Now that the Doctor's back, it time for Dilandau to make the Doctor suffer as he did, and more.

Dilandau stood outside of the library, scowling. He didn't want to be here. He'd never been one for reading when he wasn't forced to for his education's sake and he wasn't allowed to set the contents alight so he could enjoy the smell. If he had a choice he'd rather be going for a run or practising his sword formations.

It wasn't out of choice that he was here, but out of necessity. His healing ribs left him doubled in pain whenever he attempted to exert himself physically and he badly needed something to distract himself, not only from the monotony of daily life but also from the creeping fear of what could happen next time he fell asleep.

Just a whisper of the thought of that left him baring his teeth at the front door. He couldn't control that magic, like so much else in this demon-infested prison. He was trapped and helpless against forces he didn't understand surrounded by people too alien for him to take the measure of. It was hell.

He was just about to slam his way into the library with as much force as his healing body would allow when he caught a glimpse of someone he'd never thought he'd see again from the corner of his eye. He froze, his eyes widening as his hand swiftly went to his weapon.

Was he dreaming, or was that bastard of a Doctor really stupid enough to show his face again?

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It was indeed the Doctor. Although he hadn't made his presence officially known yet, he was working on that. As well as working on trying to regain some of his energy as he walked around. Rounding the corner of the library, he couldn't help to feel eyes upon him.

It takes a moment, but then he spots said eyes - Dilandau, and given that frown, he wasn't quite happy to see him. Although he ran quite often, the Doctor wasn't going to run away just yet. Some things had to be mended first. And so he stood his ground, waiting for Dilandau to meet him.

Dilandau made no effort to hide the rage on his face as he approached the Doctor. The yellowing bruises stood out starkly against his pale skin.

"You!"

He unsheathed his weapon as he sped up his stiff walk, though the movement made him grimace in pain.

"You failure, I'll make you pay for what you've done!"

"Aw, put that away." He rolled his eyes as he tucked his hands in his pockets, "I believe there's been enough bloodshed for one town, eh?"

But he did keep a keen eye on the enraged man (boy?), just incase. He didn't know Dilandau well, but given that expression, he looked to be unreliable in his anger. "I didn't work, no, and I'm sorry for that. So sorry. It didn't go as I had hoped."

The apology came across as false enough to be insulting to Dilandau, who was used to apologies being accompanied by bowed backs and visible fear.

"'Didn't go as you hoped'? That's what you think happened? It failed! Every single part of it failed! You didn't misstep, you were deluded!"

And though he wanted to cut the Doctor down, he realised even though the short walk that he only had the strength for one good strike. If he killed him this second he'd never be sure he got the message through, and he wanted to see the fear and remorse in that bastard's eyes/

"You bastard, you dragged me into this mess and you ruined everything!"

Confidently taking a step forward, "That's exactly what happened. And it wasn't a complete failure. We now know whoever is holding us here is far more powerful than I can even imagine, and I have a very vast imagination."

Holding his head up confidently, he watched Dilandau's movements, noticing he was injured - Upsettingly, the Doctor realized it was quite possibly his fault.

"Now put the sword away."

"You should have known that when you saw all the gods trapped with us!" His eye twitched. "You used me to distract the others for your reconnaissance?"

The fact that he did the same with the people he recruited meant nothing. He'd been tricked into being a mere pawn and it wasn't just enraging, it was humiliating.

"Don't you dare try to give me any orders."

Sheathing his sword would take too much time. He let go of the hilt, balled his fist and swung for the man.

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"I used you to provide a distraction, yes, which you well knew, but I didn't do it to leave you here. I would've taken you along as well..."

The Doctor wasn't able to finish his explanation when he caught Dilandau taking a swing at him. He barely moved in time to prevent the collision with his fist, feeling him just graze by.

"Stop it!" He staggered backwards half a step. "I know you're angry, but don't attack me!" Once upon a time, the Doctor was fine with a little hand-to-hand combat, but not anymore. He tried to be as nonviolent as possible.

The swing cost him too much, causing sweat to burst out across his face, but the lack of a solid connection just fuelled his rage more.

"You deserve it for the mess you left us in!" He swung with his other fist. "You failure!"

That punch connected with the Doctor's jaw, causing him to take a step back with a bit of a shocked expression. Gingerly he raised a hand to touch the spot, "At least I tried. There have been people here for months who haven't even done that."

He already knew there would be consequences for this, knew he ran a risk for it in the first place, but it was worth the try.

Normally he'd have kept on swinging until the Doctor was unrecognisable, but the jarring of the connection drew him up short. That punch hurt far too much to push through.

The pain gives a reedy edge to his yelling as he continues to vent his frustrations.

"That's how you comfort yourself over your incompetence?! We'd have been better off if you didn't try at all! The bastards are invading our minds at night because you fucked up just enough to catch their attention."

"Stop yelling! We now have an idea of what we're up against. Before that, we didn't even have that information." His brows were furrowed and the Doctor took a few steps back from Dilandau, concerned he was swing again, despite looking tuckered out already.

"I'm sorry you got hurt, really, I am. I'm very sorry, it wasn't my intention for this to go sour." Dilandau was right in that sense, the Doctor could apologize all day, but it didn't necessarily excuse him.

"You're just another type of Sorcerer."

He spits on the floor between them, disgusted with everything he's heard. "You can't fix this with words and no one's going to trust your actions. You're branded with this, Failure, and if you think that claiming that knowing they out-thought you was worth what we went through then you're of an idiot than I thought."

"Time Lord. I'm no sorcerer... Magic is rubbish anyway." It was a prejudice of his, so be it.

"You can be mad at me all you want, Dilandau." His voice softens, "But my attempt at escape most likely won't be the last failure around here. ...And who exactly torched the woods? That wasn't part of my plan."

"What do you think was going to be the distraction? A few people chasing bears?!" He snarled.

"I was going to raze this place down so that even if they tried to capture us, they'd have no where to hold us. If you'd been dependable it would have given you a window to send us back where we came from!"

The fact that this bastard would question his strategy after failing so miserably was too much of an insult to bear. He swung again, screeching incoherently.

"Oi!" The Doctor jumped back and missed the swing again. Dilandau was furious, and in his fury, wasn't making it difficult to avoid his attacks, or at least for the Doctor. He also had enough space between them to make this possible.

"I'm not going to fight you! Now stop it!" He wondered how long Dilandau would last, had he even had his wounds checked? It prompted the Doctor's next question.

"Have you seen a doctor?"

"Yes, I've seen a doctor and they're better than you!" And he'd completely ignored all of her advice about resting. He wrapped his arm around his chest and hoped to Jeture that he hadn't knocked anything out of place, because it was twinging hard enough to nearly pull tears from his eyes.

"Don't think that you not wanting to fight is what's stopping me from killing you."

This was humiliating. The man should have been cowering, not concerned. He bared his teeth like a feral cat and shifted his weight so that he could kick at the Doctor if he came within range.

He must've seen Dr. Banner or Mina... and Both, for different reasons, he could agree with Dilandau about in regards.

"Then you're not helping your wounds. You look a bit peaky if you asked me. But you didn't... Look, I don't know what else to tell you. Yes, you're right, my plan was a bit of a failure, but I paid the price for it, thanks to those bloody scientists or whoever they are. I can't change the past; I can't change what I've done. I'm sorry."

There was no forgiveness in Dilandau's eyes.

"If I ever hear you're trying to use those Time Lord powers again I'm going to end you.

"Get out of my sight."

Dilandau didn't care if the Doctor had planned to go past him. In fact, he hoped for it. Let the bastard slink back to where he's been hiding unfulfilled.

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