Biogenetic Fusions-Futuristic MachineClone 1x1 with Cynical

[Zitface]

Numb was about to make a witty remark, but a horrific screeching erupted from the sky. There were children in the sky, looking like they were around ten or eleven. but there were massive wings on the backs of each child. Each time they screeched, their faces seemed to rip open, revealing row after row of razor sharp jagged teeth, and a flailing, poisonois black, whiplike tongue. Numb, who had an increased sense of smell, turned and vomited hard. TARDIS, whom's was above average, a bit farther up actuall but still lesser than Numb, allso did the same, silently bidding goodebye to his tacos. The children reeked, like rot and death and hate and...sorrow? They reeked of agony and pain and suffering.

(Yay! More clone-hunting genetic monstrousities! Oh joy. Lets poke em with a stick! *poke*)

[Cynical]

OOC; Yay! XD /Poke poke

R2 tilted his head slightly, wondering why they where suddenly ejecting their tacos (and potentially other foods) out onto the ground. He heard the screech, but didn't realize what was going on until a few moments passed. He didn't have that great ability with his smell senses, but these 'children' put out a horrible stench. The shadows seen on the ground where enough to make him feel nauseas. He took the risk to look up at the creatures, but couldn't handle much more than that. Almost immediately after, R2 bent over and heaved out his entire taco onto the ground.

[Zitface]

The vendor souted to them, yelling at them to move, and eventually attempted to shove TARDIS, the eldest looking one, but stood frozen when black wings erupted out of TARDIS's back. "TARDIS! You cant go one on one in a DOGFIGHT with them! there's too many, and their tongues! The poison!" Numb cried out, but he was already gone, with the pole from the umbrella of the taco stand. He willed the end to melt into a point and sharpen, then hardened, and beging the battle. "What's with your brother?" the vendor said in awe.

[Cynical]

R2's eyes widened as he watched TARDIS, then fixed his gaze to the vendor, then Numb. "What are we supposed to do?" he whispered in awe, or shock. It was hard to tell which. "Do we go help him?"

[Zitface]

"You explain exerything to the vendor, me, I'm taking this extra pole." Numb said, launching off. She was part starship, afterall. She did the same with the pole and began fighting off the children. They somehow eminated waves of guilt, and it became hard to fight them for Numb. She herself was strong, but her shields were weak. The Doctor however had strong shields and extended them, but couldnt without uncloaking himself.

[Cynical]

R2 panicked. He turned to the vendor, about ready to spill everything that was on his mind, but he was too distracted by Numb and TARDIS. He mumbled strange things under his breath. He was no good under pressure, and this, unfortunately, was one of those times where it could of came in handy. "Please," he said to himself. "Please, don't die."

[Zitface]

Numb finally clenched her pole in her hand, then dropped it and curled her knees to her chest and clutched hands over her ears in midair. TARDIS looked at her, and saw the children wavering. They understood her pain, and one put out a hand to her shoulder, and Numb, only looking up, not removing her hands, looked at the hand and saw that it was severly disformed and twisted. She hesitantly lowered one hand, then the other, and held them out, caressing one child's hands, then the other's, and the lashing tongues calmed, and the rip of a mouth closed. TARDIS's eyes widened, and felt true guilt, not influenced, as he looked at the dead children on the ground. "They only wanted to be loved..." he shiwpered, and noticed the hands Numb had stroked had glowed a bit and become human child hands, jubilant and healthy.

[Cynical]

R2's eyes widened even more, if it was possible. A sudden feeling of guilt hit him square in the stomach. He watched Numb and TARDIS battling the demon-like children. Those hands. They looked so...real and human like. Is that what those children actually where? Real children, and not some horrible monster? His hair brushed gently against his forehead as a small wave of wind cruised by, but the rest of him stayed motionless. Out of fear, worry, angst, or pain, it was hard to tell.

[Zitface]

"They... They're children. Their DNA is unstable, tampered with. God...TARDIS, we have to stop this! Now" Numb shouted, and the children stayed where they were, and TARDIS hugged one, wrapping his arms around one in apology, an apology for felling his brother. The child's wings became angelesque, not batlike. The child became completely human and had skin that glowed with health. TARDIS release the child and drifted to the ground, and the children followed. In hours, each one was healed from the damage the Institute had inflicted upon them, and stood, smiling shyly, or looking down at the ground like busted kindergardeners.

[Cynical]

R2 stood there, watching TARDIS and Numb embracing the children. He stayed silent, watching the demons turn back into innocent little kids. He was tempted to go up to one, but he was too nervous. His eyes darted from one to another, still unsure of what to do. It was an awkward situation. He shuffled his feet nervously and clasped his hands together behind his back.