by livingvirus.exe » Thu Apr 16, 2015 9:21 am
((Alright.))
Amy rubbed her head, groaning as she lay on the ground. What had happened? She was just... what was she doing? She cracked her eye open, immediately regretting that decision and closing her eye again, laying still for a moment. Finally, building her courage, she cracked her both eyes open once again, hardly at all, but a start. Raising her hand to cover her eyes, she slowly opened them all the way, a headache pounding in her head. Was this some stupid doing of the Doctor's? Slowly moving, to make sure every limb was in tact, she shifted, until she was sitting up, and slowly took her hand off of her eyes, exposing them to the sunlight. She winced, but slowly adjusted, and began working her way to standing up. Looking around, she wondered where she was. "Hello!? Rory!?" She called, but so far, all she heard was her voice echoing back to herself. Where was she?
The Mistress had her eyes closed, but she didn't feel anything. She expected to be destroyed, evaporated. But no, she felt fine. She was even still standing. Slowly opening her eyes, she discovered she was gone, whatever that meant. The whole scene she had just been in was simply... gone. The Doctor, the Cybermen, the cemetery, it simply vanished. Or maybe, she vanished, and they were still there. But she hadn't finished her teleporter, and even if she had, she would have calibrated it. What happened? Shaking her head, she picked up her umbrella, and her multi-purpose device, looking around. Wandering off, she looked around as she noticed trees fallen, and two people in the middle of it. "Who are you?" She inquired, wondering if they were behind all this.
Lucille growled, shifting and rolling her shoulders. The sunlight shone on her closed eyelids. Okay, so she moved. She felt like she teleported, but it definitely wasn't her doing.Was she summoned? No, being summoned didn't feel like someone was trying to punch you, and she wasn't a Crossroader. Opening her eyes, she narrowed them slightly, sitting up. Okay, she definitely moved. Rolling her neck, she looked around. She was on a beach... so she had gone from a town in Wyoming to an Beach? Standing up, she looked around, glancing at her hair and realizing there was sand through it. Pulling it out of its bun, she started running her fingers through it, meticulously picking the sand out of her hair in annoyance as she surveyed her surroundings.
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