WhoLock (Doctor Who & Sherlock) Roleplay-OPEN

[nerdyteengirl]

>>Could I roleplay Rose?

((Sure! *so so so excited* Can Rose and Clara be friends? Sorry, I'll shut up now ))

{I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to quit this RP on account of being too busy and having too many RPs. Truly sorry!}

((Aww, I understand. It's a shame, and I shall miss you!))

((Ok, I will RP Mycroft out of his and Clara's conversation, then send him off somewhere to do important things until someone else wants him. Will post soon, just have to reply to another roleplay. Oh, and I officially claimed Eleven because I love him. <3))

[FLYBOY]

"I..."
The Dalek thought out her reply carefully. He seemed to think that she knew something. It was better to pretend she knew nothing than to openly admit it.
"I KNOW NOTHING OF WHAT HAPPENED HERE."
It was completely, one hundred percent true, but the Time Lord had no way of knowing that. Hopefully, he would naturally assume that the Dalek was lying. That was what usually happened when Daleks told the truth. In Spark's history, anyway.

The Master's doubt was clear on his face as he considered the Dalek's words. If it hadn't been coming from a Dalek, he would be more likely to believe it, since he himself knew nothing, but it wasn't as if Daleks made a habit of telling the truth. He glanced up and down the street, wanting more than anything to be away from here and this Dalek and search for the other TARDIS, but he wasn't sure how well that would work out for him. It would pull up some crazy, far-fetched reason to exterminate him- but reason didn't really matter, he'd still be dead. The Master wanted to be going as soon as possible, before the Doctor flew off again. He wasn't sure how long the other time lord had been here, but he tended not to stay long. This was an opportunity he could not afford to miss.

[one step c l o s e r]

>>Could I roleplay Rose?

((Sure! *so so so excited* Can Rose and Clara be friends? Sorry, I'll shut up now ))

{I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to quit this RP on account of being too busy and having too many RPs. Truly sorry!}

((Aww, I understand. It's a shame, and I shall miss you!))

((Ok, I will RP Mycroft out of his and Clara's conversation, then send him off somewhere to do important things until someone else wants him. Will post soon, just have to reply to another roleplay. Oh, and I officially claimed Eleven because I love him. <3))

>>'Course they can. Where can I toss Rose in?

[Jailor]

Dalek Spark didn't need his expression to know the Time Lord was doubtful; it was resonating from his body. Another question nagged at her; how had he gotten on Earth to begin with? She had asked the question, and this 'Master' had withheld the answer. He hadn't even mentioned it.
"I REPEAT MYSELF; HOW DID YOU GET HERE? WHAT SORT OF TRANSPORTATION DID YOU USE?"
The Dalek kept moving her eyestalk back and forth, attempting to read the Time Lord's face clearly.


(Rose could run into Dalek Spark and the Master)

[one step c l o s e r]

>>Okay! :3

Rose Tyler

I was walking, minding my own business, when I heard an angry voice yelling. It sounded like... It couldn't be. A Dalek. I ran closer, and my suspicions were confirmed. A man stood firm in front of the Dalek as it yelled. He didn't seem afraid. In fact, he seemed... Almost calm. I crouched, not wanting them to see me yet. Memories of the Doctor flashed through my head as I studied the Dalek. I knew how to handle the things, and didn't want to startle it, for fear of it getting angry.

[FLYBOY]

The Master hesitated for a moment. "There's no point in knowing," he said, still evasive, "It doesn't work now." He wasn't going to tell this Dalek about his TARDIS, not if he had any say in the matter. And he nearly always had some say in the matter. "How did you get here?" he countered. The Master didn't really care- as long as this Dalek didn't get in the way of his plans, which it was already doing, it didn't matter to him. He just wanted to get the TARDIS and get out of here. But still, it sounded good to have some sort of comeback.

(sorry, writer's block.)

[Jailor]

Dalek Spark felt rage rising up inside of her. She moved her laser around, and snapped in a threatening tone:
"I WISH TO KNOW HOW YOU CAME HERE, TIME-LORD! IF YOU DO NOT ANSWER ME, I WILL EX-TER-MI-NA-TE YOU!"
How dare the inferior Time Lord even ask how she had arrived on Earth! The audacity of the question was enough to make her want to just exterminate him right now. But no, Spark had to know why he was here, and what he was looking for. And, less importantly, his method of travel.

[Loch Ness]

(OMG ROSE YAY!!!! :3 )

Ten went to follow John, inspecting the random girl as John asked her where Sherlock was. He covertly scanned her with his sonic screwdriver, just to make sure she was not an alien in disguise or anything. "I'm the Doctor. So is he." he said, gesturing to Eleven. "We're here to help. Just in case you were living in a hole like this guy," he jerked his head towards John, "aliens have taken over the world and are using it as a farm. And before you say that aliens don't exist... Just don't. Drives me crazy after a while." He watched the girl for her response, curious as to what she was doing here. She didn't seem terribly imposing, or particularly like a person who would lock others in rooms alone. Maybe another prisoner? Or perhaps just a random bystander.

[FLYBOY]

"You said you weren't going to exterminate me," the Master pointed out, seeming as though he thought this whole business rather funny. "Don't tell me you've changed your mind now, I made plans around it and everything. Being exterminated now, that would be inconvenient. Dying tends to be that way, don't you think?" He said this as if genuinely interested in the Dalek's opinion.

((Blaaah too much writer's block, sorry.))

[nerdyteengirl]

John nodded. "Interesting is one way to put it. And I don't know! I told you, I've been kept here for a long time now, and I have no idea what's going on. And I tell you again, aliens DON'T exist!" He protested, walked toward the two men and toward the door. He stepped outside and looked down the hall. "He is probably being kept around here somewhere." He caught sight of a girl a few feet away. (Krystah) "Hey! Excuse me, do you know where Sherlock Holmes is being kept?"

Krystah lifted her head as she heard a voice, gripping the hammer in her hand tightly. She saw that the man didn't look like an official, so she walked over to him, though warily. "Who are you three, hm?" She asked hesitantly.

Eleven

"Well, we were wandering around looking for Clara because we have to leave a covert raid on 221B when we decided to take an improptu tour, came across this man here and then saw you. Have you seen her? Clara, I mean. She's on the shorter side, brown hair, has a habit of dying." His coat flapped as he strode past the small group and peered around the corner. His face lit up in an amusing but completely genuine smile. "Clara! Found you!" he laughed and came up to her, resting an arm on her shoulder.

Clara (and also Mycroft)

Just as Clara thought she might be getting somewhere with the uptight government man, Eleven called her name. Mycroft bowed slightly and made a quick, quiet exit before Clara could tie him to a chair until she got answers. With a quick sigh, she turned and smiled up at Eleven. "Made yourself some friends, did you Doctor?" she asked as the pair returned to the main group. "Oh, hello again!" she greeted Ten, then looked around at the others. "What are we all doing here?"