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Post by masterdoctor on Mar 6, 2021 14:32:12 GMT
Clara stared at the Doctor mouth agape; and as Clara began to speak, The Doctor began flickering between all his past and future incarnations, as one moment, he was himself, but in a multicoloured coat, the next a blonde woman from the North in a long scarf and hat.
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Post by Jeedai on Mar 7, 2021 9:00:18 GMT
The Tardis's console room transformed in conjunction with the Time Lord it was psychically bound to; from the shelf-strewn multi-level room that Clara knew so well, to a darkened crystalline chamber followed by a cramped space made up of pale walls marked by deep circles.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2021 11:14:22 GMT
A manic, frenzied world pulling its Escher pilot and frightened impossibility down further and further in gulps of architecture -- Euclid would have had a seizure -- gnawed by the transdimensional mire.
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Post by whiskeybrewer on Mar 7, 2021 11:55:58 GMT
Clara's mind couldnt keep up with the constantly changing world around her, so he scrunched up her eyes and tried to settle herself, hoping that would help The Doctor to.
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Post by muckypup on Mar 7, 2021 13:12:15 GMT
the doctor, bent and gathered his friends broken remains and slowly walked back to the tardis, thinking even when we succeed we lose....
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Post by timegirl on Mar 7, 2021 13:19:59 GMT
Then suddenly the Doctor let out a loud almost explosive sneeze that turned them back into 12 and miraculously healed Clara, only something was still different about 12 than before, his hair was dark and his skin was smooth.
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Post by timegirl on Mar 8, 2021 12:24:27 GMT
The now much younger 12, nudged Clara awake and said “Its okay now Clara”.
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Post by masterdoctor on Mar 8, 2021 13:12:12 GMT
Clara woke up, grey haired and much older than before.
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Post by timegirl on Mar 9, 2021 12:55:00 GMT
The now elderly Clara, stared in shock at the young (not to mention very attractive) 12, and 12, concerned asks “What’s the matter, Clara?”
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Post by fitzoliverj on Mar 9, 2021 17:57:36 GMT
In the Doctor's mind, the chairman's ever-shifting gestalt appearance was giving his past, future and alternative incarnations headaches, so they elected to send Muldwych out for some paracetemol, but as he was passing bv the eyes he happened to look out and suddenly saw with horror just what it was that was now happening to Clara.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2021 1:36:10 GMT
It was he, after all, who recognised more than any other incarnation the thin wedge of reality that the TARDIS balanced upon; the danger was obvious, resolute and terrifying -- Clara had borrowed the Time Lord's age, the Doctor had borrowed the Ship's biomechanical life and the TARDIS, her humanoid passenger's perspectives, all to survive being swept out on the tides of the Void.
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Post by timegirl on Mar 10, 2021 13:00:59 GMT
Clara gasping and using all the energy she had in her elderly body said to 12,”Doctor I think I might be fading fast.”, all the various incarnations inside the Doctor’s head panicked, then suddenly 12 had an idea, concentrating hard 12 reached down to Clara and kissed her transferring just enough regenerative energy to heal Clara, back to normal Clara asked “Did we just-“ and 12 exhausted brushing back a dark curl said “Yes”.
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Post by The Brigadier on Mar 10, 2021 16:32:33 GMT
...and then she slapped him hard across the face whilst her own twisted from a look of affection to one of pure vitriol. "Typical" she hissed, "always changing the narrative of the story to that of your own choosing" ...and as she spoke Clara's form began to change, becoming taller, her skin darker, her clothing morphing into something he recognised....in his head he heard his first incarnation mutter an exclamation of surprise and all he could do was agree. As quickly as it began the transformation was over and an unfamiliar woman in an all too familiar Mandarin's outfit stood before him...."your stories are so dull....Doctor" said the woman, her voice dripping with cold malice. "Shall we play a game instead?"
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Post by sherlock on Mar 10, 2021 18:17:35 GMT
The world around the Doctor and the woman shifted; the TARDIS interior giving way to a total void in which a chess board sat on a simple wooden table. “I thought we’d start with a classic,” the woman said smiling.
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Post by masterdoctor on Mar 10, 2021 18:37:56 GMT
The Celestial Toymaker, in her new guise, sat down and smiled a toothy grin.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2021 20:05:06 GMT
"Looks like my Giuoco Piano opening's paid off, the queen has been drawn out prematurely," the Doctor's finger rested on his long-nosed bishop with a wicked smile, "Face it, we were both getting tired of Skarosian roulette anyway. Too much pressure on the knees. My go?"
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Post by timegirl on Mar 11, 2021 7:49:08 GMT
“Yes, but first Doctor I will show you the prize you are playing for” the Celestial Toymaker said and grinning she pulled out a porcelain doll, the real Clara; “Change her back now!” 12 demanded in shock, “Doctor is that really you? Your so young,” the real Clara said in tiny voice.
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Post by whiskeybrewer on Mar 11, 2021 11:55:06 GMT
"But what are games without stakes, Doctor", the Toymaker said with a sly smile.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Mar 11, 2021 19:13:54 GMT
The Doctors were bring Number Seven piles of chess books from their collective memory, and he was desperately leafing through them, determined to find the moves that would allow their current persona confound the Toymaker.
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Post by sherlock on Mar 11, 2021 22:10:01 GMT
As the Doctors contemplated their next move, the Toymaker interrupted their train of thought: “They’re not usually so active are they, your past selves. A side effect of my little pocket of unreality perhaps, or maybe things are just getting out of hand inside that old head of yours?”
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