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kore_logs2013-06-30 11:52 pm
burnburnburn) wrote in kore_logs2013-06-30 11:52 pm
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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?
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?