genessia | 1 || Log || 1/16

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1 || Log || 1/16 - 12 am

Who: Sarah Jane and OTA
What: Running from monsters (typical Monday)
Where: Genessia City
Warning: Monsters go boo?

The communicator was fascinating. She'd seen several things just like it before, only a year ago it seemed. Felt far longer but those thoughts were always pushed aside in favor of happier memories. Though at the moment her curiosity was getting the best of her.

"This is fascinating!" She turned the device over several times, smiling as she walked through the dark streets, her focus on the little contraption in her hands. Her days traveling the universe were done, but she had plans to travel her own world.

And it takes far more than a year to lose the sense of self preservation one must learn when traveling time and space.

So the sound of shuffling steps and gutteral groans are easily picked up. Aliens were one things, but zombies?

"Oh. Really? Not even an hour in and already- oh alright!" It's also good that she did not lose her ability to run in heels after only a yaer.

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"Good question." He's got it handled. He really does. He just has to think. And not be thick. Easier said than done. On one side, the zombies weren't half so dangerous as the werewolves. But together probably more than he could deal with. On the other the tentacle ...whatevers are certainly harder to get around. And going up -- well-- reminded him that he really should invest in a grappling hook one of these days or at least remember where he put the last one.

"Oh I am thick! Except when I'm clever. Which I'm about to be right now."

He gives a moment of concentration and-- Poof! He is a bat. A white curly haired bat that flaps wildly up to Sarah's shoulder and grabs onto her collar with wily little bat feet.

Except... that it does not seem he is a bat with the proportional strength of a time lord so the most that happens is he tugs her shirt up a bit.

He really should have thought that through a little better.

She sighs and tries to keep her grip steady, even in the face of steadily mounting odds. When he speaks she turns to him with a smile, eager to see what clever little thing he comes up with.

Only to be met with a white bat.

"H-how did you do that?" That wasn't something he'd been able to do before, was it? No..no there had been plenty of opportunity for that to happen. "Hey!" Tiny bat feet grip her collar and- nothing.

She waves him off a bit before stumbling to grab on to the building again. "Try something else." Wait. "Change back, change back! How did you do that?"

He shifts back, since that's probably the best idea though it makes him droop a bit because it actually expends a lot of energy and he's hungrier than he has been in a very long time. Hungry and tired and surrounded by creatures that want to tear him limb from limb with Sarah Jane.

"Nostalgia." He grins. "Nothing like it." And because she's a little worried, he digs in his pocket and holds out a little white bag. "Care for a jelly baby?"

And while he waits for her to take one or not, he stands there and thinks. Something is niggling at the back of his brain. Something brilliant. Sitting there. Waiting to be discovered. After a moment and dodging a particularly close werewolf who tries to claw his ankle, he gets it.

"That's it!"

She rolls her eyes a bit, still clinging to the wall and eyeing him rather critically. Then he holds out a painfully familiar bag and she feels her heart soar and tear all at once. A burn that traveled behind her eyes as they misted a bit.

She takes one carefully, the familiarity of the scene broken only by his face. Too much of one and not enough of another and then too many things that weren't either faces mixed in.

But his eyes were the same. Older somehow but still with that childish glint that had convinced her to trust him on their first adventure.

"What do we do?" She chewed the jelly and swallowed, smiling and ready; just as always.

"Do?" He had been thinking of the problem of where the hell the mass went when he transformed into a bat since obviously it wasn't there but all that energy couldn't just go and then come back so he figured it must slip into some pocket dimension like that Animorph thing -- or else the particles existed around him, dissembled but invisible to the naked eye. But he much prefered the former thing because the thought of anything or anyone breathing in him particles or otherwise disturbing the air gave him the willies a bit.

But right now there were werewolves and zombies scratching against the wall on one side and on the other there was a kind of simmering heat as the acid from the tentacle beasties began to melt the side on the other.

"Right. Do."

He has.

A) Jelly Babies...

B) ... bat ability?

Ah vampire yes right. That means.

Perhaps...

"Sorry."

He lifts Sarah Jane over his shoulder with an ease he frankly didn't expect to have, takes a mighty leap over the assembled zombie and werewolf pack and runs like hell.

"If you spot any hiding places let me know!" Because they are right behind him and werewolves are pretty damn fast.

"Yes, do. Or did you forget the ravenous beast quite literally at our...ankles." and she knows that looks. She knows it painfully well. The calculating eyes and set of his jaw as he looked at everything from more angles than any one person could count.

"Why are you apologiz-ING! Oy!" She gripped his coat, feet flailing a bit at suddenly being off the unstable wall. Her eyes widened as she stares straight at the oozing, tentacle beastie. She grunts a bit when they land back on the ground, his shoulder nestling comfortably against her spleen.

"Oh yes! I'll tell you the ones we've passed!" She still did as asked, old habits coming back with every fleeing step, "Go left! there's an open door!" Some sort of late night lobby for something. Whatever it was, it was open and defensible.

Well at least she's got two of them. Or he's pretty sure. He's a bit rusty on human anatomy but a spleen is just as good as any other organ. He turns left as instructed, though more of a neat pivot. He couldn't remember ever being this much in control of his body or this fast or-- this anything really. He rather enjoys the sensation.

Though troublingly he also enjoys hearing Sarah Jane's heartbeat. Her heat is like a small furnace and while he's not the expert on anatomy he sometimes was, he can't help but recall where the arteries run through her body like a river, the tributaries and byways where the blood would be deep and rich.

He runs his tongue over his top teeth, trying to drive those thoughts from his mind and then they really are driven when he sees what he's looking at.

"Not the Hang Dog! They call themselves a blues club but all they're really interested in is soulful R&B of the kind that was popular for two days in the eighties and that was when there was an invasion underway so it hardly counts."

It's one and a fair more important than one may think! Sarah rolls her eyes and looks over at him, swatting his shoulder lightly, "Oh, you're still just as pedantic as ever! I don't care what they're playing so long as they don't catch up." She pointed behind them, at the wall of canids and zombies rushing towards them.

She wiggled, trying to either get down or have him move into what was hopefully relative safety. "Come on, come on!"

"I mean, it's the principle of the thing. Haven't seen you in a long time and holing up in some pretentious 'wannabe' night club is not exactly how I'd choose to catch up." There is a snarl and he turns to see one of the wolves gaining ground rather rapidly.

"Right." And he dives in, shutting the door behind him. There is a wonderfully heavy thud as the wolf slams into the door, leaving an admirable dent. But he groans as something even more horrific happens.

"Oh no..."

"Catch up?" She smiled at him, broken only by the slam of a door and the thud of the wolf. She at least winced at the sound, hissing a bit as she looked it over. "Hope that holds."

Sarah looks up at Twelve and her eyes widen, "What? What is it?" She moves closer to him, trying to spot whatever thing is causing him to worry now.

"Whitney Huston." He makes a face as a song begins to play. He puts Sarah Jane down, wondering if she'd always been that short, and smiles, putting his hands in his pockets. There are a few more thuds against the door and something groans in frustration but nothing seems to be able to get in or be clever enough to use a window. Still he keeps an eye on it.

"Sarah Jane Smith. Haven't seen you in a very long time." He tweaks her nose gently. "Can I get you a drink?" It won't be very good but it'll be a drink which is something they both need.

Obviously the singer but she has no idea who that is. She looks up at him and laughs at the nose twig, "Oh? Offering a lady a drink?" It's an obvious tease, but it has been a while. A year for her and who knows how long it has been for him.

"Anything but ginger, or did you change back to wine to match the." She motions to his hair and eyebrows.

"Why not? Bout time I offered the lady something." He gestures to an out of the way booth in the semi dimness under a Blues Brothers print, which is close to a door should they need to make an emergency exit and within sight of the window. Though so far the creatures don't seem to want to come inside.

"Oh I'll drink just about anything. I don't have a particular favorite these days." And he's so far removed from those lives these days that he barely catches on to what she's referring to. He sits and watches her, fingers steepled absently.

"By the way, just curious, what's the last thing you remember before you came here?"

"Oh now you know I'm going to ask how long that took you!" She gave a rather skeptical look. Still round about answers, but that's what she expected. She would have been disappointed somehow if he'd given her a straight answer.

"The last I remember was getting ready to go on an extended holiday overseas." Her smile softens a bit, "Travel broadens the mind and I can't stay home much any more. Too dull. That's your fault you know."

"So after it all. More or less." He smiles back at her. It's nice. She had a nice life as he understood, and still does. Not all of them are messes that need to be cleaned up and some of them get on quite well.

"Excellent. The world needs to see more of you, Sarah Jane. You'd've never been satisfied with one corner of it anyway."

"Mhm, a year or so. Give or take a month." And she didn't regret leaving him, oh she missed him dearly but she didn't regret it.

"Of course it does! You think you're the only one allowed to go out and have death defying adventures?" She gently nudged him with her shoulder, much as she would have done before, and smiled up at him. "I'll travel the whole world."

What is a world, he wants to say, when you've had the universe? But no one could travel the universe forever. Not even him, he suspects. He's almost come to terms with it. Almost. Though certainly fifty, or even a hundred years on Earth could hardly be considered as 'giving it up'-- still, who knew how much longer he had? Too much, he thought, and not enough.

"And now you're somewhere else completely via mysterious forces." That had nothing to do with him for once. Or, well, at least he was fairly certain but lately it seemed that everything had something to do with him and it was getting on just this side of annoying. "What do you plan to do?"

All she had was the world now, her forever was over.

"Mysterious forces with no manners. At least we usually got a warning if we were going to be kidnapped." She huffs, "To make do, what else? I'm not just going to sit around you know. This is a whole new world! I'm going to explore whatever I can of it. Maybe get an apartment to keep whatever I find in." She taps her fingers to her lip. That does mean she'd need to work.

Never a bad thing and she knew she could use that to help her learn all sorts of wonderful things.

"Is there a newspaper office around?"

"Did we? In my experience you didn't know you were being kidnapped until a second or so after the fact." Moreso if he was unconscious. "There's a difference between walking into a trap on purpose and being kidnapped you know." Aside from that, he's proud of her adaptability. But then he always was.

"I do believe so though I'm not sure where it is. Heard the paper boy can be a little...aggressive."

The Doctor getting knocked out was usually the clue that things were about to get a bit more sticky. "Oh, sure, that's what you were doing then? Walking in on purpose."

She nods in thanks. Good! She could keep her work going, under a somewhat decent cover, and manage to keep the little apartment she'd had her eye on. It was a bit run of the mill, but sometimes a little bit of normal was needed. Her normal at least.

"Aggressive? Good."

"Exactly. And I don't mean, get the scoop at whatever cost and fight for the little guy while standing up to the man... I mean flinging the paper so hard he breaks windows and often concusses people. I haven't had it happen to me yet which is a pity but I'm looking forward to it."

That does make her wrinkle her nose, though it's mainly in amusement, before she quirks an eyebrow at him. "I do like that yet. I give it about two months or so."

Of course he'd be looking forward to it. She patted his cheek idly, "Just don't get back into the habit of gettin' knocked about. You're still too big for me to carry."

"Nah, we haven't done that in quite a while. Not since a few faces ago anyway." Not that they don't get knocked out, it's just that it's not a habit. "We've changed a lot since what you're used to."

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