OC: Is fine bro :3 we guessed that you were busy and had some sorta stuff going on~

 I don't know why but I have the strangest urge to stick more stuff in my post hurr. But I'll wait >->

OOC: Brah, it's cool ^^ I hope the application goes well. And all this moving out business. I've never moved house or anything like that but I've heard it can be pretty hectic. Hectic as a hippo on heels.

and as for you Nias

OoC: PONIES!

My mum came back from Swansea today and I HAVE A MLP t-shirt >:D it's one of the ponies from second gen, I think., Firefly bro :D She's like old school Rainbow Dash~ Only not haha

OOC: Doctor, do yow' thang! ;o

Eh, I could have gotten Plants completely wrong, but... Imma just... pretend to know everything about their biology for a bit. I've never read anything as specific as their blood system anywhere.

Humming away all around him was the gentle ebb of the Tardis' life force. Curious and worried and calm all at once. Under here he was the closest he could get to its raw, living, beating, thinking essence. Almost like having a massive parrot underneath the control panel of the ship. A very quiet and obscure parrot. But it was still in its own sort of... cage. Watching everything from the inside.

"Plasma... plasma-plasma-plasma..." he started to mutter. "Finicky plasma, would you work for Knives? Or would he just reject you? I know he's awkward and disobliging but would the twit take it that far?"

 First things first. He opened his mouth, raised his hand, and licked the blood with an eager slap of his tongue. Dabbed his lips together in thought, kept his tone to a reserved purr. "Haemoglobin is iron-based. Plenty of albumin. Seems familiar enough." 

The Doctor dropped down to his knees and opened up a hatch and started pulling out tubes and rubbery strands which formed into rings around his arms like stiffened, transparent pythons - one of which had a rubbery mask hanging on one end. Then he bounced away to another hatch and opened it, only to be greeted by a chilly sigh. He gathered the crackling bags of plasma out and slammed the freezer shut with one hand - oh, ohhh crikey, were they cold against his chest, scantily protected by this thin shirt - and darted away to another compartment to fish out the needles. Clean, never used before, encased in sturdy little bags lined with some disinfectant or other. 

The Doctor returned to the Plants from the same hole as before - resorting to carrying a few loads in his mouth - and carefully set the lot down. Then he dashed back and made another journey to retrieve a large, heavy metal canister with a dial - the canister that would act as Knives' spare lung - and a transparent, boxlike device with a pump inside. Suddenly he realised Vash would probably want a review of what was to come. Of what was going to happen to his twin. Quite understandable.

"I'm assuming you Plants have a similar biology to humans," he began gently, reassuringly, but he started to quicken after a while, using his hands to elaborate his speech a little. "When we go with the basics, it's red, it clots, it's salty. And yes, I did have a taste, don't be disgusted. That's the fundamental way to go about deciding which creatures have what in their blood, especially when you happen to be me, having to mend all sorts of things all the time. You've certainly got a lot of simple plasma in there. Reliably recognisable. Go on, say that five times- actually please don't."  

He reached out, attached the breathing-mask to the canister, then reached out and gingerly strapped it around Knives' head and lower jaw, moving with 900-years' worth of care and precision. He attached the two to the pump. A few aching seconds later, the pump was beginning to fold and unfold, coaxing air into the Plant. Then he paused, hesitant all of a sudden. Most of Knives was shiny, sticky crimson; there seemed to be little part of him that wasn't stuck fast with the leakages of his gunshot wound. 

"Here," he said, carefully brandishing the needle-tipped tube to Vash, linked to one of the bags of plasma. "Find a place for this. Somewhere where the blood vessels are close to the skin. I can go and get more blood, but... I'm not wholly sure how his body will react to it.

These are just acting like boosters for when I... well, when I have to start thinking of getting the bullet out, whether we go to these generators or not. I'd have to turn this place into a surgery to do something that complicated." He could probably even use the Tardis as another source of power. But it was just so old and so powerful, not to mention it had its own consciousness. A stone formed in the Doctor's gut at the thought of the Tardis unlocking its way into Knives' mind, fondling every memory and thought, turning him inside out. On a whim the Tardis could, and probably would, decide not to help him. After all, wouldn't have been the first time she passed judgement on something. All she needed was a few seconds to get into that Slitheen's head and turn her back into an egg. 

Although, admittedly, it would've made things far more interesting if Knives became a child again.

OoC: So I've kind of been thinking about it for the past couple months like huh thatd be kind of entertaining to do but now all of a sudden I really really omg want to rewrite some old posts.
Not to edit and replace them or anything just for the sake of rewriting.
Like. Gosh dang they were awful. But some of them actually had some pretty good ideas behind them and I'd love to go back and play with those ideas again and try to do them more justice.........

"Fine, fine, don't get your stupid fancy tie in a wad. God, Sneakers, not like the door's been open for the past fifteen minutes while you guys were gettin' your asses beat anyway, right? Right Needlen- uh."

Well that was sure as hell the most depressing face he'd ever looked at. That spiky head musta weighed thirty pounds, the way Vash just barely held it up in his hands. Like he might drop dead on the spot. But the guy never really stopped looking just about ready to die, did he? Always drownin' under all the downright crap that came his way and blaming himself for it. Wolfwood grumbled a sigh and crept off back toward the door and all that cold it was letting in. Jeez, what a downer. Stupid cactus-headed nutcase only turned up again just a few hours ago and already he'd made a giant-ass mess of everything. It was gonna take the poor guy a week just to get all that blood off his hands. Prob'ly a hell of a lot longer to get it off his mind.

Business as usual for Vash the Stampede.

Arright, anyway. A quick shove and the door was closed. That was that. Now.. where in July was that kitchen?
 Not like there was anything better to do around here than dig around in there. Definitely sounded better than sitting in there with Dead and Deader, waitin' for some eccentric to come back and play doctor. God, all these immortal jerks. Gettin' their asses twisted up over everything. Lord save us, a bulletwound! Gotta help 'em, quick! Like
there was any way a guy like Knives was gonna let a little bit a' lead get him down. Like there was any way a guy like Knives deserved help in the first place. The world would be a hell of a lot better off if he'd have took that shot between the eyes. If both of 'em did. Coupla' demons is-

Oh dammit. There was that stupid catgirl again. With some creepy-as-hell friend of hers, to boot. 'Course, he couldn't really complain about creepy after working with the Guns - and at least it probably meant he found the kitchen, right? Goddamn finally. Stupid place was a maze. Wolfwood eyed the two of 'em as he strode in the room, shoulders hunched and thumbs in his pockets and the taste of a cigarette hangin' in the air like always. "Evenin', ladies.."

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blah blah dramatic vash stuff

OoC: Oh god the old posts. I cringe at mine T^T It was just... overly ridiculous and Shade was... also overly ridiculous. Wolfeh and I were talking about them the other day though xD How funny it was when Barney appeared on that rooftop that we seemed to be on for... months xD

And then there was that mass army of Cybermen and Daleks. I don't remember how that ended though.

And I'll post something soon, I'm in the middle of trying to draw Shade. Damned thing keeps changing all the time T^T WHY DOES HER FACE KEEP CHANGING AND HER BEWBS KEEP DEFLATING AND GROWING. GEESE.

OOC: Arrghrghr old styles! 8( I can't stand what I did to Ces back then. And the SPECTRE - god, what was I thinking. I like to read back sometimes and read you guys' stuff - but never mine. It's a bit impossible. 

I remember Ces turning into a chocobo and giving someone a lift when the Cybermen were after them. c:

Goose boobs? Honk honk. ;3

... Yeahhhh I should probably remove that last bit.

OOC: Of course it worked. You're you <3 

hugs

I was wondering, why don't we do a time-skip at somepoint? Send all the wretched, weary, worn-out warriors to bed and fast-forward things until they wake up and storm off to Theslern? I was hoping to do something like that with Ces. Just have her wake up somewhere else and... gradually introduce her to my other Harans. 

And then 

out of the blue

FRIENDS.

REVENGE-HUNGRY FRIENDS.

OOC: Except for Wolfwood. He just needs sleep.

And maybe the Doctor. Apparently he doesn't sleep.

OOC: ... I know Doctor Who isn't meant to contain swearing but I sometimes wonder if the Doctor lets slip something rude when he's not being watched by thousands of young children.

"Bloody-!"

The feathers were back. The Doctor had glared at them for a moment, like he was hoping they'd creep back away if he stayed still long enough, but when the beginnings of them started to turn Knives' face into a prickled stretch of vicious nubs he just collapsed to his knees again. He was in too much dread to react any other way. Even Vash seemed helpless, gibbering away in a panic. The two most experienced, probably the most efficient healers in the team stumped. Stumped and terrified.

And then they subdued, like a gentle tide. But the tide had a tendency to swing back in after a retreat, and this time, the water had only just missed their toes. Dismay clung onto him like the fast, furious grip of a kelp plant. Stretching onward forever, knotting and tangling in places like lost rope, so that it blocked out the sun's dance on the face of the sea, strangling him. There was nothing but darkness.

"... hell."

The Doctor only let loose the air in his lungs after Vash had, only realized he'd been holding his breath until the only other person in the room started talking again. Heh. Even the little air molecules around them were scared of Knives, cowering en masse in the protective lungs of his medics. 

The Doctor wiped his brow with his forearm, where the highest streaks of blood on his hands didn't risk painting his face. This felt... beyond him. He'd never had to try and extract a bullet from a humanoid death machine that was probably capable of reaching the furthest expanses of the Tardis with one big single explosion. Even if Knives couldn't be stopped and he was charging up to become a raging tsunami they'd probably have to dump him outside and scarper somewhere safe as fast as was damned possible. Would they manage it in time, with everyone starving and on the brink of collapsing into comas? And even then, would Knives still be... restorable? When they dug up whatever form he was in from a poisonous landscape of angry, jagged sand and black dust?

He just listened to Vash talk. By now he would have lashed out at Vash to shut up and stop trying to sound helpful. But he couldn't. Behind the flaring panic, the indecision, the confusion and fear, the itch to get angry, he always kept a grip on memory. Memory and sympathy.  If it wasn't for him-

Wait.

"Out on it's own?" the Doctor repeated. He didn't assess the way it came out starting as a low crackle and ending in a broken whisper. "You mean there's a way it can be removed without all this?" He looked around. At the breathing apparatus, the bags, all of it. It all just arrived then. Like one of those bottled messages, sparkling with bubbles on the brown, cool sand. A solution, an answer, an equation. The Doctor looked up, alit. "Is Knives' problem just an energy deprivation sort of thing? I've got soluble energy packs somewhere. Pretty much liquid food. But if you're after something a lot... flashier..."

He sat up, turned around almost all the way, to look at the core of his ship. She carried on humming away. But she'd already read his thoughts. 

"There's always her."

OoC: I can imagine Tennantfaise swearing what with being Scottish and whatnot. Tennantfaise desuuuuuuu~

Also, I'd probably write something up sooner but alas, there's nothing I can push along here, just have Shade mess around in the kitchen and get all hissy with Woofwood.

I was thinking of having something done involving Lucy and knives at some point cause.. Lucy being one of the guns could be... interesting to say the least xD

And if my memory serves me right I'm sure we dabbled around with that idea before >->

Anyways I'll come up with some kitchen destroying post soon :3 

Shade had her head buried in one of the kitchen cupboards when she heard Wolfwood's voice. She jumped, immediately throwing her head against the top of the cupboard, in true Shade-like fashion. Some stray tins with rather odd labels rolled out along the kitchen floor, baked beans made up the majority of them.

"Ow ow ow ow ow." She muttered, rubbing her matted hair. It felt, disgustingly greasy and tangled.

Shade looked from her rather grubby looking hand to Wolfwood, back at her hand and then to Wolfwood again. She remained sat on the floor the entire time, not really saying much just looking quite dishevelled. She felt like telling him off and blaming him for hitting her head. For once, she thought about things and decided against that approach.

"Hallo." She muttered, slowly. Her tone of voice wasn't exactly friendly, but it wasn't hostile either.

Halm had just stood there the entire time seemingly paying no attention to either person in the room. She wasn't lost in her own trail of thought, she never was. Halm was always just sorta, there. She never stood out as being overly important, just an obscure being who wasn't really given much thought. It didn't bother her of course, not many things did.

Slowly she moved her creaky, ragged, frame to lean against the counter top. The way she moved was eerie and almost unnerving. (Blah blah rambling cause more deions of Halm, creepy blighter.) It was almost like watching a member of the dead rise again to walk. Her skin seemed to hug her bones, blood vessels showing. Half the time Halm looked almost like a frail old woman, though that was hardly the case. One set of her rather beat-up wings twitched, as if aching to unfold. Halm stretched, her back cracked in multiple places as she did so, her wings unfolded slightly, all six one right after the other. Halm left them hanging limp for a while, propping herself up against the counter once more.

~~

In the TARDIS's control room, Lucy began to move around a bit more. Curious about the man on the couch, she edged around a bit in order to get a better view on things. She studied his face for a good couple minutes before believing she recognised him.
"Nyuu!" She yelled, throwing her arms into the air in excitement. "Nyuu nyuu nyuuuu"
She was grinning as she turned to look at Asinth, bouncing rather excitedly while pointing towards Knives.

Asinth stood rather awkwardly against one of the pillars, this girl wasn't exactly acting appropriately given the current atmosphere in the room. He fiddled with the collar on his jacket, deciding to take it off. He did so, all the while keeping half an eye on the bouncing girl. His ears twitched and he turned to look at Lupe. She just simply nodded towards the girl as if asking him to calm her down.

Asinth breathed out a heavy sigh, why couldn't she be quiet like she was before. He edged awkwardly towards the girl, what the hell was her name anyway? All she could say was 'nyuu'. Why did he even bring her along? Oh well, she was here now anyway. He stood, towering over the bubblegum haired girl, looking down at her in a rather quizzical manner.
"Shh." He said, lifting one finger to his lips.
She at least seemed to understand this, she stopped bouncing and pointing opting instead to cling to Asinth's leg. Asinth tried to take a step back and free his leg, but failed in doing so and fell over in the process. He hit the floor with a rather loud thud, he hissed, rubbing his head.

Lucy seemed to be quite happy about all this as she threw herself forwards, burring her face into Asinth's hair and tugging on one of his ears. The fur was so soft between her fingers. She sat smiling to herself and hugged him tighter.

Asinth just lay there doing nothing, with a rather vacant ex
pression on his face.
((oh mah gawsh what is happening okay I've forgotten how to roleplay everything is terrible but siuhojlfkm I'm gonna ear some rice now.))

OOC: Get back to the top you.

"Her?"

Vash glanced up at the Doctor, eyes brightening a tiny bit. "What do- who-" He paused. Sighed. Get it together, stupid. He could almost hear Wolfwood say it. What, a legendary guy like you lettin' a little tired get to him? We ain't got time for naptime, you big goddamn baby. Yeah, yeah. Even when Wolfwood wasn't insulting him he was still insulting him. Kind of.

He shook his head. Followed the Doctor's face up to the glowy.. column thing. Seemed like the power source for the ship, probably. "That? You mean- you really think it could- I, ah.. she... could help?" It was an idea. It was definitely an idea. He watched the column. Stared into it. Her. They just- they just needed an answer. A solution. There had to be something... right? There was always a way. That was what Rem said. There had to be a way to save everyone.

 But... well, damn. The Doctor knew what he was doing. Of course he did. But something just didn't seem right about it. This ship was alive.  Always humming and purring and whispering right down into Vash's bones. It made him.. uneasy. Well. Maybe it wasn't the only thing that made him uneasy. He looked down to the hand clutched between his fingers. Limp. Lifeless. Exactly like his own. Knives was quiet again - well, quiet as a guy with a hole in his chest can be - but there was no telling with him. Never was. Touchy. Unpredictable. Any second he might snap.

It left Vash's skin crawling. Left every bit of him jumpy. On edge. Itching to get up and put a little distance between them. Even if a few feels weren't exactly going to get rid of the awful agitated electrical feeling jumping off Knives like swarms of beetles. It'd still be better than sitting right next to the guy. Vash set the hand down slow, careful as he could. Slid off the edge of the couch. Slipped away, glancing over his shoulder as he went. Fingers anxious. Hair on end. Well. More on end than usual.

"I-" He laughed again, sounding nervous this time. Uncertain. He paced around in jagged circles. "I'm not- not too sure 'bout that, Doc. I think I've had.. plenty of flashy in the past couple days. Less flashy the better. I- god, I don't know if the other thing'll help, I mean we're kind of made to hold a crapload of energy, why would he be short but- but maybe you're right, it's definitely worth a try..."

Really anything was worth a try. Anything that might get that bullet out and get them off Gunsmoke and after Ces' kidnappers. This time as he finished another circle the column caught his eye again. He stopped. There had to be a way. There had to be a way. It was there. It was always there. All you had to do was look for it. Open your eyes.

Look.

Loo- OH GOD WHAT WAS THAT SUDDENLY CATS FALLING OVER ON HIM HE WHIPPED HIS REVOLVER OUT AND PRACTICALLY JUMPED ON THE CEILING UNTil he realised who it was. He stood there in a half-crouch for a second before he lowered his piece. "Jeez you guys, are you trying to give me a heart-attack? Holy crap."

OOC: editty-eddits :x