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Postby Quin » Sun Jun 01, 2008 8:17 am

Quin was almost bouncing in the driver's seat of the van. None of the other team members had yet joined him and he was beginning to worry.

He'd followed orders so far, but perhaps now was the time to start doing things his way. He'd never really been a follower, more a leader. He hadn't always been a team player either preferring to work alone where possible.

He jumped down out of the van and considered his options. Should he go back to see what had happened to Fred Black or should he go into the building and find Grace and Eric?

A spider thing scuttled past him and he took great delight in blowing it to bits using his own gun and not the one that Grace had left in the van. Quin made up his mind and made for the entrance to the building.

He stood in the doorway and looked in horror as the boy started his attack on Grace and Eric. He caught a quick glimpse of burning red eyes before he turned his own gaze away from what obviously wasn't a child.
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Postby Black Scar Ozzy » Sun Jun 01, 2008 12:02 pm

Fred let Quin head back, as he himself took a look over the wall. He was interested in what or where the spider thing was heading. It did look like a scrap yard, but there didn’t seem to be anything of interest local area. Or at least, not that Fred was able to see from his vantage point. He dropped back down and headed off after Quin.

Fred stopped by the door to the van, and looks at the front left tire of the car nearby. He shrugs as he opens the door, and finds Quin isn’t there. He slams the door shut, and looks around for someone, anyone. Nothing just great. He leans up against the van, before he realises that his ears are listening to something.

He looks around him, before looking upwards. In the distance he can just make out a Chinook, making its way towards them. The sound he was listening to was its chopper blades spinning round. It’s still a while out, about five to seven minutes Fred guesses. It’s strange really, Chinooks are rarely seen out here, but he shrugs it off. He just watches as it gets closer, while he waits for the others.

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Postby LrShadow » Mon Jun 02, 2008 7:46 am

Nathan was a flurry as he worked to save Derowen's life deep in the bowels of the Hub. He sensed Anteros at the edges of the room, agitated but not interfering. Her vitals were all over the place and it was hard to figure out what to treat first.

Exhaustion was also setting in, he hadn't had time to rest unlike the others. He had been non-stop since they got back to the hub.... When was that, some small part of his mind wondered as he injected Derowen with another stabilizing agent.

Nathans mind fogged as he worked, a numbness flowing down his shoulders into his limbs. For a moment his legs stopped working as he turned, or tried to turn, and stumbled falling on his right side. The needle falling to the floor and shattering.

"Stupid stupid stupid." he raged at himself as he slapped his palm on the floor, the remnants of Fire waking him up. "Fool locked your legs. Im getting to old for this." he muttered as he rose to his feet. Once more he rinsed his hands as well as splashing cold water in his face. He felt better now that he wasn't in a fog.....

"Thats it.... it has to help." Nathan muttered as he ran over to another cabinet and glanced over the labels of drugs. Selecting one he found another sterile needle and drew at length on the precious bottle. Returning it to its place Nathan closed the door as he hurried back over to Derowens still form.

"Time for you to be awake my dear." Nathan said as he injected the drug directly into her neck. It was near instantaneous as Derowen took a huge breath as if she had been drowning. Her eyes wide open and awake. Nathan glanced at the monitors as the beeping slowed until it became steady once more.

"Good morning boss lady." Nathan said with a tired smile, "Don't try to get up, it will only make things worse."

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Postby MattW » Tue Jun 03, 2008 7:24 pm

On the train, Rick was dying. His breathing became more and more shallow and his skin gained a bluish tinge.

At the cellular level, Rick's body was fighting ruthlessly. Blood was diverted from all non-essential parts of his anatomy - including the higher brain functions. Autonomous functions began pumping lactic acid to the cardiac muscles and the diaphragm- but Torchwood's drug paralysed Rick's muscles.

Rick's diaphragm slowed. .

Soon, Rick stopped breathing. His skin was now almost white and his lips were pale blue. Every cell of his body began to die from oxygen starvation, each one fighting against the inevitable.

Rick began to dream, to remember, to hallucinate. Neurons fired randomly as his brain died.

He remembered pain, threats, confinement... but then he 'saw' a light. No. A pattern of lights. No. A beautiful, elegant, peaceful constellation of lights....

There was a message from the lights. An offer. It promised a choice: Rick could have eternal peace of mind...No more pain. No more fear. No more confinement. Or he could have the answers to all his questions...

Somehow, the muscles on Rick's face twitched into something resembling a smile.

The last thought to ever exist in the brain of Richard Stowell was a single word

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Postby Tavey » Tue Jun 03, 2008 9:57 pm

"Good morning boss lady." Nathan said with a tired smile, "Don't try to get up, it will only make things worse."

TAG Derowen, and anyone else who might show up

Derowen stared at Nathan, trying to figure out what was going on. She hurt. No, make that hurt. Her eyes suddenly wide as the reality of just how much pain was ricocheting through her body sank in.

“Nathan. Talk to me.” She demanded. “Where is everyone?”

TAG - Nathan.

It took a moment for her to comprehend that she was holding something too. She opened her fist, and gasped a little when she saw the ring. Thinking, she slid it onto the index finger of her left hand. John would see it. Strangely enough, it steadied her a little to have it around. She had never done anything with her piece of the Black. Though it came with her whenever she went into the last room of her quarters.

The last room. “Nathan. It’s late.” She panicked then, trying to sit up. “I have to go..”

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Postby Tavey » Tue Jun 03, 2008 9:57 pm

The radio in the SUV crackled into life.
“Torchwood. This is RAF Shewbury. Come in please. Torchwood. Dammit.” the speaker obviously turned away to talk to somebody else.

“Try the emergency numbers. We have to get hold of somebody down there.” There was a muffled “Sir. “ even further away, and then the speaker returned to trying to raise someone from Torchwood at Bedlam Forge.

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Within 10 - 15 seconds of each other, a cacophony of cell phones began ringing, as every member of Torchwood Ten received an incoming call. Even at the hub, cells began to ring.

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“This is RAF Shewbury. Flight Sergeant Bartholomew speaking. We have an incoming chopper to your location. Please advise best area to set down. You will be getting immediate airlift to the roof of the Trocadero, London.”

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The sound of the massive dark blue Chinook became louder as it headed towards them.

The boy flung himself directly at Eric, arms and legs flailing in an attempt to get in at least one good thump before he could get away.

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Postby Tavey » Tue Jun 03, 2008 10:01 pm

Derowen stopped just as they were about to step though the final door and return. She looked back down the train towards the compartment that Rick was in.

"It's already happened hasn't it?" She said softly. Then bowed her head in respect.

She turned back to the doorway and walked through, carrying with her the memory of another member of Torchwood to add to the wall.
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Postby LrShadow » Wed Jun 04, 2008 7:38 am

Derowen stared at Nathan, trying to figure out what was going on. She hurt. No, make that hurt. Her eyes suddenly wide as the reality of just how much pain was ricocheting through her body sank in.

“Nathan. Talk to me.” She demanded. “Where is everyone?”

"They are on their way back to the hub now." Nathan said as he made sure she remained flat on her back. "You were..." he paused reforming his words before speaking them, "you are badly injured."

It took a moment for her to comprehend that she was holding something too. She opened her fist, and gasped a little when she saw the ring. Thinking, she slid it onto the index finger of her left hand. John would see it. Strangely enough, it steadied her a little to have it around. She had never done anything with her piece of the Black. Though it came with her whenever she went into the last room of her quarters.

The last room. “Nathan. It’s late.” She panicked then, trying to sit up. “I have to go..”

"No you don't." he said easily holding her down, "If you try to purge now it will kill you. The sword is slowly eating away at you now, can you not feel it?" he knew she could, which is probably why she looked so worried.

Tag Derowen

"We have allot of work to do and I need you to listen carefully." Nathan said as he quickly explained what needed to happen. The others were already, or so he hoped, on their way and soon to arrive. Her life was held in balance by the sheer power of her conscious mind.

TAG Derowen

"Its the only way, and it can be done." he said trying to sound reassuring.

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"It's already happened hasn't it?" She said softly. Then bowed her head in respect.

"Yes," Nathan said mentally kicking himself for not taking the poisoned tooth from Ricks mouth, "he made his choice. Its the only way this could have happened."

Derowens look was confused but he patted her shoulder gently.

"The past had already happened and we never heard another word from Rick." he explained a little to used to how this worked. "Everything unfolded as it was suppose to have. Another member is already on its way to Torchwood." Nathan glanced at his PDA, it was a new one the other smashed into a wall. His eyes sad and old, he felt so very old and tired.

Derowen raised his chin meeting his eyes and seeing the weight that knowing brought. His eyes watered just a little as he saw her pity and he shuddered.

"We have to get back Wen, or we will be missed." Nathan said holding the door open to the other car.
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Postby Saint » Thu Jun 05, 2008 7:25 am

The boy flung himself directly at Eric, arms and legs flailing in an attempt to get in at least one good thump before he could get away.


Eric took a good couple of hits from the boy, with one of the hits knocking away his sunglasses. He decided enough was enough. Eric rared back and head butted the kid right on the chin.

All he could hear was a demonic. "MOMMY! THE YANK IS HURTING ME!" Eric then put his foot under the kid's stomach and pushed him off as hard as he could. He could hear the boy hit the wall hard.

Of course, his eyes were closed. "Go away, ya little demonic brat! Before I really put a whuppin' on ya!"

The boy simply peeled himself off the wall and gave a demonic hiss. Eric was holding above his eye, which was starting to show a "potato" near the eyelid.

"RAF chinooks are 'ere! We best get a move on. Now!" He tapped on his communicator. "Barty... It's Armitage. I'm glad to hear you. Let me get the crew gathered up and we'll get you a cold zone to touch down."

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Postby Quin » Thu Jun 05, 2008 8:12 am

"I don't think that thing likes you mate," Quin quipped as the boy hissed at them. "Can't you throw salt on it or something, or holy water?"

Quin looked down at the ground, those red eyes had been hypnotic he had the feeling that he had only just managed to avoid being transfixed by them.

The news that helicopters were coming for them was unexpected. He would have to make sure that the van was well and truly locked. Brock probably had some sort of contingency plan for getting it back to HQ.
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Postby Foxy » Fri Jun 06, 2008 6:47 am

As the kid hit the wall, Grace suddenly realised she couldn’t recall what had happened since she had glanced around the corner. Cursing herself for an idiot, she must have looked directly at him, albeit fleetingly. She shook her head to clear it. Damn that kid and damn his eyes. She’d been bog all help to Eric while she’d been fuguing. Time to stop that. She pulled a flash pellet from a pocket.

“Duck and cover, boys!” she yelled and threw it at the kid’s feet as she turned and covered her own eyes. Teach him to stare at her – make his damn red eyes water…

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She ushered Eric and Quin out, before the kid could recover.

“Last call,” she transmitted. “Everyone out. Meet at the van, but don’t get in – we have other transport. Grab any belongings you want for the journey, but keep it light.”

She directed Eric to guide the chopper down as she did a quick headcount of those present, while retrieving a few items from the van. Relieved to find everyone there and intact, she directed them all on board.
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Postby Tavey » Sun Jun 08, 2008 5:43 pm

The Chinook thudded it’s way across the sky, covering in less than an hour what had previously taken nearly three. The pilot joked most of the way with Eric, once he found the common military background.

“Okay folks, and now on your magical mystery tour, the City of London. Coming up in just a few minutes, the smallest landing pad I have ever set this baby down upon. Mind the step when you leave, it’s about 10 stories high.” He laughed into the headsets that they were all wearing against the intense noise of the rotors.

The helicopter swung around to get the best angle to land, then settled with a tiny thump. The pilot grinned at Eric again. “Touch down. And the crowd goes... even more silent. Pleasure to be doing business with you all.”

There was not a lot of space to maneuver around the Chinook, and it actually took off again before they were completely clear so that they could reach the doorway leading downstairs.

“Welcome home.” Said Brock from a speaker near the doorway. “I see you...” Ahead of them, a light blinked slowly as if to catch their attention. “Behind door number one, is the private elevator leading home. Come on down.”

TAG - All.

As they entered The Hub, they were not greeted as usual by Anteros. Brock looked over from his desk, waving over the bank of monitors.

Evelyn poked her head around from her desk as well. “Hello hello. Nathan is down in medical arguing with Wen. John Smith is drunk. I have no idea where Torchwood is. That’s our update.”

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Postby Quin » Sun Jun 08, 2008 7:06 pm

The Chinook thudded it’s way across the sky, covering in less than an hour what had previously taken nearly three. The pilot joked most of the way with Eric, once he found the common military background.

“Okay folks, and now on your magical mystery tour, the City of London. Coming up in just a few minutes, the smallest landing pad I have ever set this baby down upon. Mind the step when you leave, it’s about 10 stories high.” He laughed into the headsets that they were all wearing against the intense noise of the rotors.

The RAF pilot was a bit of a joker. Quin wondered at the man's lack of curiosity. It couldn't be every day that he picked up such an odd group of people. Quin looked at the aerial view of London with interest. He'd never seen the City from the air before.

The helicopter swung around to get the best angle to land, then settled with a tiny thump. The pilot grinned at Eric again. “Touch down. And the crowd goes... even more silent. Pleasure to be doing business with you all.”

There was not a lot of space to maneuver around the Chinook, and it actually took off again before they were completely clear so that they could reach the doorway leading downstairs.

“Welcome home.” Said Brock from a speaker near the doorway. “I see you...” Ahead of them, a light blinked slowly as if to catch their attention. “Behind door number one, is the private elevator leading home. Come on down.”

There was no floor number display in the lift. They could have travelled ten stories or twenty before there was a gentle bump and the doors opened. Quin mentally stored the knowledge of another entrance to Torchwood. He stepped out into the Hub. Quin was about to give the usual greeting to Torchwood but something felt different this time.

As they entered The Hub, they were not greeted as usual by Anteros. Brock looked over from his desk, waving over the bank of monitors.

Evelyn poked her head around from her desk as well. “Hello hello. Nathan is down in medical arguing with Wen. John Smith is drunk. I have no idea where Torchwood is. That’s our update.”

"Nathan's arguing with Derowen?" Quin queried. "Wasn't she dying? Not that I want her to die," he continued quickly, "but how did she survive those injuries?"
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Postby Jake Sjet » Mon Jun 09, 2008 7:05 am

“I’m not drunk...” came the drawl of Torchwood Three’s resident caretaker. He had a empty bottle held up to the light, its contents long since fallen into the bottomless pit of pity that was he. He tossed the bottle, letting it skitter and chortle to itself as it skidded along the wall.

Didn’t smash mind you, good bottles never smash.

“If I was drunk...which I’m not because you’re supply of sweet tasting ambrosia’s and liquors have evaporated like the mist from a Pyroviles arm pit, I assure you I’d make a lot more sense.” He smiled to himself, shaking his head “Helps keep that little voice of a conscience quiet and subdued. Wouldn’t do to have it running around, whispering its wicked ways.”

Of course he wasn’t being totally honest. Yes he could drown his own conscience, keep it strapped down with belt’s and sharp pins like a delicate and tormented butterfly...but that didn’t stop all the voices. Sometimes, reaching consensus was a long and tortuous route.

And now the song had returned, the unending note radiating from the shard of dark ebony crystal. It had taken too much, some would say, to break that note, to smash it and cause it to sing in silence...but now it had returned, and like the songs of birds in the rising sun it promised something new in the day. Whether or not it was something good, or something bad...well, that really was up to the song bird to decide.

He sighed, shaking his head and made his way down towards the medical centre. It was time to see the song bird lose, if only for a short time, her wings and sharp steel and fiery temper.

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Postby LrShadow » Mon Jun 09, 2008 8:59 am

Nathan looked around as the others entered the medical area. Dark circles were now visible under his bloodshot eyes. He was looking rather tired and, dare it be said, old.

Derowen lay on the bed, comfortably strapped down, her own pale pallor told them all she wasnt going to be jumping up and getting back to work anytime soon. Although the fire in her eyes told them all she still could spark if the need arose.

Before anyone could speak Nathan raised his hand sighing heavily. I could use a drink, he thought to himself as he looked each of them in the eyes weighing who might step up first. He had little doubt of what he was about to ask them to do, he only wished he could be the one.... but he couldnt, not even for a moment could he do this for her.

"Derowen's ok for now, but not for much longer." Nathan began, "Im not sure how much you all know about our fearless leader here, but she carries within her a magical sword. Well, due to her condition and the fact that she doesn't truly believe she should live its killing her."

TAG All/Derowen esp.

"Don't argue with me!" he snapped at Derowen giving her a withering gaze. "I know what Im talking about.... Ive been there often enough myself."

He took another deep breath unsure of how much they needed to know, or how much Smith was willing to allow to be revealed. He nodded to her knowing he was right about most of it.

"Derowen needs a few friends to help her heal, I dont think she believes she has any, but I know she has at least one in me." Nathan leaned against counter, his legs growing tired of standing. "What she also needs is a proxy for a couple of days, maybe more maybe less."

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"What I mean by proxy is she needs someone to take the sword from her so that her bodies natural healing can take place." Nathan rushed on, "I have found her diary and found that it can be done safely, but its not a permanent solution. Derowen is the keeper of the sword and they are tied together so it will need to be returned to her when she is healed enough."

Looking out over each of them he let the words sink in a moment. The room grew cold as the vents kicked in and the silence stretched.

"We need a volunteer for the sword to be passed to." he said, "And it must be a WILLING volunteer, no one can be forced to take it. And it wont be easy for that person as the sword has a .... violent edge to it right now."

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Postby Tavey » Mon Jun 09, 2008 9:25 am

"Derowen's ok for now, but not for much longer." Nathan began, "Im not sure how much you all know about our fearless leader here, but she carries within her a magical sword. Well, due to her condition and the fact that she doesn't truly believe she should live its killing her."

Derowen glared at Nathan. “It’s just going to take time.” she snapped. “Get me to my room and that will help. The sword isn’t magical. It’s just... there. It’s attached.. and alive and... And I never said anything about wanting to die. Rest maybe. Die? Not like anyone is going to let me.” Her voice dripped bitterness.

"Don't argue with me!" he snapped at Derowen giving her a withering gaze. "I know what Im talking about.... I’ve been there often enough myself."

She didn’t reply, just turned towards the team. Looking for and finding John Smith, she raised her hand and wiggled the fingers slightly. The ring catching the lights overhead.

She was about to say something, when she suddenly paled, closed her eyes and sagged against the pillows, her hands digging into the mattress against some kind of internal pain.


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Postby Quin » Mon Jun 09, 2008 10:23 am

Nathan looked around as the others entered the medical area. Dark circles were now visible under his bloodshot eyes. He was looking rather tired and, dare it be said, old.

Derowen lay on the bed, comfortably strapped down, her own pale pallor told them all she wasnt going to be jumping up and getting back to work anytime soon. Although the fire in her eyes told them all she still could spark if the need arose.

Before anyone could speak Nathan raised his hand sighing heavily. I could use a drink, he thought to himself as he looked each of them in the eyes weighing who might step up first. He had little doubt of what he was about to ask them to do, he only wished he could be the one.... but he couldnt, not even for a moment could he do this for her.

"Derowen's ok for now, but not for much longer." Nathan began, "Im not sure how much you all know about our fearless leader here, but she carries within her a magical sword. Well, due to her condition and the fact that she doesn't truly believe she should live its killing her."

TAG All/Derowen esp.

"Don't argue with me!" he snapped at Derowen giving her a withering gaze. "I know what Im talking about.... Ive been there often enough myself."

He took another deep breath unsure of how much they needed to know, or how much Smith was willing to allow to be revealed. He nodded to her knowing he was right about most of it.

"Derowen needs a few friends to help her heal, I dont think she believes she has any, but I know she has at least one in me." Nathan leaned against counter, his legs growing tired of standing. "What she also needs is a proxy for a couple of days, maybe more maybe less."

All Quin could do was stare at Nathan. Things just got weirder by the day. He almost pinched himself, afraid he was dreaming and that any minute he would wake up back in solitary.

"What I mean by proxy is she needs someone to take the sword from her so that her bodies natural healing can take place." Nathan rushed on, "I have found her diary and found that it can be done safely, but its not a permanent solution. Derowen is the keeper of the sword and they are tied together so it will need to be returned to her when she is healed enough."

Looking out over each of them he let the words sink in a moment. The room grew cold as the vents kicked in and the silence stretched.

"We need a volunteer for the sword to be passed to." he said, "And it must be a WILLING volunteer, no one can be forced to take it. And it wont be easy for that person as the sword has a .... violent edge to it right now."

"My mum's friend, the one that was in the Navy told me never to volunteer." Quin's mouth quirked in the hint of a smile. "I reckon that's a load of cobblers. I don't know if I'm suitable or not, I've got no special skills or anything, but if I can do it then I'm willing."

He hadn't even really thought about it. Derowen had given him a chance at a new life and if he could help her he would.
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Postby Foxy » Mon Jun 09, 2008 2:08 pm

"We need a volunteer for the sword to be passed to." he said, "And it must be a WILLING volunteer, no one can be forced to take it. And it wont be easy for that person as the sword has a .... violent edge to it right now."

Grace scanned the team, assessing each. If the sword could influence feelings, then either it needed someone totally in control of theirs, or at least someone who could be reasonably easily restrained if they didn't. She and Eric were probably out on both counts, given their recent display of susceptibility... Fred and Brock wouldn't be easy to hold back either, if it came to that. As for Nathan - being the medic put him out of the equation. He would be needed to put everything back later and patch anyone up if it went wrong. And John... well, goodness only knew who or what he was and she wasn't about to trust it to such an unknown quantity.

That didn't leave many to pick from...

"My mum's friend, the one that was in the Navy told me never to volunteer." Quin's mouth quirked in the hint of a smile. "I reckon that's a load of cobblers. I don't know if I'm suitable or not, I've got no special skills or anything, but if I can do it then I'm willing."

Grace nodded. OK, he was wiry, sneaky, probably a decent scrapper, but she reckoned she'd have a chance of stopping him if she had to. Eric certainly could. Yup, Quin would do fine.
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Postby Tavey » Tue Jun 10, 2008 9:19 am

Derowen opened her eyes and looked at Quin. “Come here.” Her voice was low, but it cut across Medical. She watched him walk across the tiles to stand beside her.

“Thank you.” She said simply. There were any number of things that she could say, none of which would help Quin. “I think we should get a move on, don’t you?”

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She took Quin’s hand and patted it. Tears began to slide down her face. Someone had stepped forward. She only hoped that he too wouldn’t hate her when this was done. The rest of them just watched. That she did deserve. Her mistake had lost them one member of the team, created a situation where they were under attack and had lost parts of The Eye in the Sky. When they knew it all, she expected them to despise her.

“Okay Nathan. Let’s do this.”

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Postby LrShadow » Tue Jun 10, 2008 10:36 am

OOC: Sorry folks, this is going to be a bit long.

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Nathan nodded as Derowen slowly passed out.

"Quin, please roll to her quarters quickly. With her unconcious its harder for her to stay alive." Nathan said as he pulled off his scrubs as Quin rushed her away. He turned waving the others to stay a moment, making sure Quin was out of ear shot. His eyes fell on Grace and he knew she knew what he was about to say.

"This is not going to be pretty, but I may need a couple of you to help restrain Quin after the sword passes to him." Nathan began pulling out some restraining belts used to strap people to the beds. "Stun gun, anything is fine just dont hurt him."

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"Im not really sure whats going to happen, I just know that this is going to be very painful for Quin." he said quickly, as there wasnt much time. "After its over he may become violent. Don't take anything he says or does as personal, it wont be all him... it will be the sword."

Nathan hurried up to Derowens room where he led Quin and anyone else following down the hall and into the very last room. A stone floor with a circle carved into it was there waiting for them along with a glowing crystal. A small statue of Anteros was sitting to one side appeared to be the only adornment.

The room seemed to be waiting for them all, or so it felt. Nathan left the rolling bed outside the room and helped Quin carry Derowen into the room. A soft sigh brushed over and through everyone present, Nathan ignored it.

"Grace, could you please take Derowen's clothes off." Nathan said turning to Quin, "You too, you both have to be naked for this." Nathan lit candles sconces on the walls as they undressed.

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"Ok, everyone but us three out of the circle." Nathan directed helping Quin with Derowen. "Wen, you have to wake up now, it wont be long." he said lightly tapping her face. Pulling out the straps he handed them to Quin while turning them back to back. "Hold your arms down and I will adjust these." Derowen stood, but just barely, the sword knowing what was going on was already giving off a soft pearly glow from Wens back.

"Now if only we were all a bit healthier this could be allot more fun." Nathan quipped as he strapped the two of them together. He turned and walked the circle etched into the floor, as he passed it started to glow behind him. "Thank you." he said to the crystal in the center, its glow highlighting the wires and metal attached to it.

As the circle of light ended where it began Nathan strolled to stand in front of Quin, a serious look on his face.

"This is going to hurt my friend, allot Im afraid." Nathan said softly placing his caloused hand onto Quins shoulder. "I recommend you find something to hold on to, something to focus on to help you through it. Pick a happy time, or some important goal and keep it crystal clear in your mind."

The sword mark on Derowens back flared white hot, literally seeming to melt through her back. Nathan stepped to the side of them and held them together as the room seemed to turn into a steaming inferno without the visible flame.

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Only a few moments passed but it seemed much longer with the screaming echoing through the room. As the sword melted into Quins back the straps broke, burned apart from the heat. Nathan was tossed back into the far wall with an audible crunch. Derowen's back was unmarred while Quins back now had what looked like a tattoo of a sword. Nathan felt anger wash over him as he was tossed, until he hit the wall, then he felt the cool stone embrace him... then he blacked out.



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Postby Tavey » Tue Jun 10, 2008 1:02 pm

Deep inside Derowen, something shifted. She twisted in the straps that held her against Quin. She resented this thing that had taken over her world, made her a killer, made her something wrong.

At the same time, she craved it.

With an immense rush of heat and light, the sword literally melted from her nerves and her spine and ignited along her spine. The scream that ripped from her throat lacerated her vocal cords. She reached forward with her hands, hunting for something to hold onto. Anything that would anchor her.

Eric took an involuntary step forward. His instinct to help her warring with the instructions he had been given.

One endless moment later, it was over. The straps that held her upright had long since burnt away. She swayed for a moment on her feet, mouth moving as she tried to catch her breath. Then fell.

That was too much. Eric reached Derowen a moment before she crashed into the ground. “I got you sugah” He said in a quiet voice. “You rest. Get bettah an’ come on back to us.”

She looked up for a moment into his face and said, in a voice that was soft and wondering, “I feel...” Her body relaxed for the first time since Whyte had forced the sword into her. “... calm.” A smile it her face as her eyes fluttered and closed. A soft sigh echoing around for a moment as she lost consciousness.

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Postby Quin » Tue Jun 10, 2008 6:13 pm

As he took Derowen to her quarters Quin wondered exactly what he'd let himself in for. No backing down now, he couldn't do that, he'd be the willing lamb to the slaughter. Anything else would probably kill them both.

Nathan hadn't exactly been forthcoming and this was definitely going to be one of those times when ignorance was bliss.


Nathan hurried up to Derowens room where he led Quin and anyone else following down the hall and into the very last room. A stone floor with a circle carved into it was there waiting for them along with a glowing crystal. A small statue of Anteros was sitting to one side appeared to be the only adornment.

The room seemed to be waiting for them all, or so it felt. Nathan left the rolling bed outside the room and helped Quin carry Derowen into the room. A soft sigh brushed over and through everyone present, Nathan ignored it.

"Grace, could you please take Derowen's clothes off." Nathan said turning to Quin, "You too, you both have to be naked for this." Nathan lit candles sconces on the walls as they undressed.

Quin shrugged and undressed slowly. He discarded his clothes and stood unselfconsciously in front of the rest of the team. No room for false modesty in prison.

"Ok, everyone but us three out of the circle." Nathan directed helping Quin with Derowen. "Wen, you have to wake up now, it wont be long." he said lightly tapping her face. Pulling out the straps he handed them to Quin while turning them back to back. "Hold your arms down and I will adjust these." Derowen stood, but just barely, the sword knowing what was going on was already giving off a soft pearly glow from Wens back.

"Now if only we were all a bit healthier this could be allot more fun." Nathan quipped as he strapped the two of them together. He turned and walked the circle etched into the floor, as he passed it started to glow behind him. "Thank you." he said to the crystal in the center, its glow highlighting the wires and metal attached to it.

As the circle of light ended where it began Nathan strolled to stand in front of Quin, a serious look on his face.

"This is going to hurt my friend, allot Im afraid." Nathan said softly placing his caloused hand onto Quins shoulder. "I recommend you find something to hold on to, something to focus on to help you through it. Pick a happy time, or some important goal and keep it crystal clear in your mind."

Quin swallowed hard and nodded. "Now you tell me," he joked. "Couldn't have said that before I opened my big mouth." He tried to visualise Lucy's face. Remembering her as he'd left her only a few hours before.

The sword mark on Derowens back flared white hot, literally seeming to melt through her back. Nathan stepped to the side of them and held them together as the room seemed to turn into a steaming inferno without the visible flame.

Quin had never before felt pain like it. He'd been beaten severely as a child, he'd been in plenty of fights as an adult, he'd been shot, but nothing came close to the agony caused by the sword. He writhed against the straps knowing that he was screaming but unable to stop.

Only a few moments passed but it seemed much longer with the screaming echoing through the room. As the sword melted into Quins back the straps broke, burned apart from the heat. Nathan was tossed back into the far wall with an audible crunch. Derowen's back was unmarred while Quins back now had what looked like a tattoo of a sword. Nathan felt anger wash over him as he was tossed, until he hit the wall, then he felt the cool stone embrace him... then he blacked out.

Quin felt the sword become part of him, burning its way into his body. With that came knowledge and an immense feeling of rage. He looked round at the others, seeing them differently somehow.

Quin's eyes were cold, he literally snarled at the rest of the team. He knew he had to fight the rush of emotion that he was feeling. If he couldn't control it he would be a danger to everyone.

Was this what Derowen lived with every day. Would she want the sword back once her body had healed?

He took a step towards his team mates. He could see Nathan lying against the wall unconscious. Quin barely glanced at him. He bent to pick up his clothes but made no move to put them back on.

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Postby Black Scar Ozzy » Wed Jun 11, 2008 8:03 am

Fred walked into the medical area behind the rest off the team. He felt a slight jolt up his spine as his eyes laid upon Derowen, and saw that she was awake. He tore his eyes away and looked to Nathan and listened intently, as he spoke.

"We need a volunteer for the sword to be passed to." he said, "And it must be a WILLING volunteer, no one can be forced to take it. And it wont be easy for that person as the sword has a .... violent edge to it right now.”

Fred had to beat down the urge to burst forward and accept. As he composed himself, before stepping forward as an English gentleman should when offering to save a ladies life, Quin spoke up. Fred clenched his fists, feeling anger set in towards Quin. He sighed to himself and turned around, leaning his head against the wall behind him.

He heard Derowen’s voice, and felt a pang of pain in his chest as she said “Thank You” to Quin. He steeled himself as Derowen passed out and Nathan took charge once more. This wasn’t to be his battle, but there would be others, of that he had a gut feeling about.

He stepped to one side a Quin rushed past him with Derowen. He stood there as Nathan filled them in quickly. Fred waited for Nathan and the others to file out, before falling in behind them. Fred had never been in Derowen’s quarters before, and slowed his step as he took in his surroundings, before ending up with the others.

As he heard Nathan tell Quin to strip himself and Derowen, Fred’s eyes opened in shock, before he spun round. His Mother had raised him properly, and he wouldn’t be caught staring at Derowen when she was at her weakest. He shoved his hands in his pockets and started to very carefully take in every detail on the wall.

He half listened to Nathan as he spoke, but when the room steamed up, he spun round as Derowen and Quin started to scream. Every fibre in his body shook with Derowen’s scream, and only his solid resolve stopped him from moving. He watched Nathan fly across the room and into the far wall.

He started to make a move to check Nathan was alright, as Eric moved in for Derowen. He stopped as Quin snarled, and he watched his carefully as he moved forward to grab his cloths. Fred took a step forward as well. He may off been angry at Quin for taking on the burden of the sword from Derowen, but he also respected him.

They’d spent a lot of time working side by side, and Fred had hoped they’d started to become good friends. Now though, Fred’s face was stone cold, and his stance clearly said, ‘Beware!’. As long as Quin didn’t try anything stupid, Fred wouldn’t come down on him like a ton of bricks.

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Postby Jake Sjet » Wed Jun 11, 2008 2:00 pm

“Well...that was a ton of fun.” John said, taking a gulp of air now tainted by the bitter sweet scent of burnt ozone. Like some ancient rite of passage, and in this case that wasn’t too far from truth, the sword was now in the possession of someone else.

Someone new and someone who didn’t know exactly what to expect of the damned thing, in other words things were working out in favour of John. He smiled at Quinn, making sure he was in sight of a exit in case all that pent up psychotic rage that came along with a centuries old weapon came to the surface.

“So Quinn...how does it feel?” he smiled, scratching behind one ear “I’d imagine it feels...quite alien, as sensations go. I’d imagine you’re counting down the seconds until you can give it back up, hand it over to someone else.”

He then looked at the unconscious Wen.

“I sincerely hope that is the case Quinn, because I assure...” he turned to look back at the man how keeper of the sword, a living weapon system without control and without a master “I’ll do what I have to do to keep that thing away from her, now she’s free of her clutches.”

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