1×1 Iwillneverchange & ambereyes {★} Doctor Who RP

[Iwillneverchange]

(I'm busy procrastinating all the time, don't worry XD I've got plenty of other RP's to busy myself with on tumblr anyway)

"Well, then. Allons-y!" He smiled, darting across the room and scanning a small computer screen that looked to have been much more recently installed, probably Cyberman technology. Retrieving the floor plans for the building, he quickly used the sonic screwdriver to open a couple of doors and locks, creating a quick path right up to the main room. From far away, he could hear the doors opening up above them, and he ran back to Mercy, grabbing her hand to snap her out of her trance and pulling her over to the stairs.

He looked around carefully, making sure they had brought the mallet and the cables with them-and almost ran right into a Cyberman who was looking the other way. Motioning for Mercy to step away in case she stepped on the broken piece of metal right in front of her foot, he pulled the sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and silently modified the setting. Just as the creature turned around, he pressed the button and a much higher-pitched shriek than usual emitted from the device, forcing the creature to cover its head. He had let out a sonic wave on the same frequency as the Cyberman's neuro-circuit, cancelling the blockage of neural flow out and forcing it to get a massive headache, which would leave it dead in a couple of moments. Not glancing back, he kept moving, only looking back when he realized Mercy wasn't following him.

"What is it?" Then he realized...
How inhumane of him it was to kill the aliens like this. Whatever they'd done to him, it probably didn't register in her mind, unlike the fact that he had just overloaded one's brain with horrifying, painful memories that would kill it, and crushed another one with giant magnets.

[ambereyes]

Mercy followed the Doctor up the stairs, not that she really had a choice. The Doctor's grip was surprisingly tight, and he was half dragging a rather reluctant to leave Mercy along. She would have liked to take some time to examine the Cyberman, take it apart, learn more about it...But she figured that was time they didn't have. You would have thought, with the time machine and all, that we'd have all the time in the world...I guess not, thought Mercy, deciding that the importance of stopping to pull apart a robot paled in comparison to stopping the Cybermen from killing off all of the fish-people of Ergen VIII.

The Cyberman effectively aroused Mercy's focus, and she bit her knuckle to keep herself from gasping loudly. Her grip tightened on the mallet, but more out of fear than her planning to use it. Mercy took a step back to avoid the metal, watching as the Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and made the Cyberman cover its head and fell to the floor, silently. The Doctor continued on his way, but Mercy stood still, her eyes fixed on the dying creature sprawled out in front of her. She glanced at the Doctor, a million things racing through her mind at once.

"It's...this. This is wrong, Doctor. All of it. Not even ten minutes ago, you said that you hated violence, and you've found two macabre ways to kill the Cybermen. You know more about them than I do, but...it's like you want to kill them in the most painful way possible. It's like you don't want to get rid of them as fast and soon as possible...almost as if you want their deaths to be as long and painful and completely miserable as possible...It's completely terrifying, Doctor. Your determination to cause so much pain. It's like you think it's good fun. Saving Ergen VIII isn't your first priority. You're holding a grudge, and you want revenge. You want to make them suffer. And if it doesn't end up in blowing this planet up, that's an extra bonus."

That's what Mercy wanted to say, screaming with tears streaming down her face, but she knew that was harsh, even if she felt it was true. And what good would yelling do, anyway? Instead, Mercy spoke with a calm and slightly shaky voice, as if she were struggling to not burst into tears. "Doctor, they were humans once. Before all these sick 'upgrades' or whatever. Just remember that. Don't crush their metal bodies to bits, don't drive them to insanity with pain, just...remember they weren't always like this. Remember that there was a time where they were living, breathing humans with husbands or wives or children or a million cats. Remember that there was a time where they felt more than just a desire to kill. Do that for me, okay?" Mercy strided over to the Doctor and held his hand, smiling a small smile. "Allons-y," she said, "That's French, isn't it? The French are horrible snobs*. Nevermind that. Let's go!"

(*note to anyone who is French and reading this; All opinions expressed in this post are not necessarily shared by me. I personally have nothing against French people, so don't send me hate PMs. Just saying that so I don't accidentally offend all of the French Chicken-Smoothians.)

[Iwillneverchange]

"I'm sorry."

The Doctor stopped in his tracks, spoke, and looked back at the Cyberman. "I know. I know they were human. And I shouldn't hold this grudge, but...you say they had people they loved. Well, I had someone that I loved too, and they TOOK HER FROM ME!" He shouted, tears welling up in his eyes again.
"It's not FAIR, Mercy. I know I said I would be kind to everything. My title in itself means 'the man who makes people better', not the man who hurts things. But I lost the girl I loved because of these stupid metal shells, and when I found her again, it took no more than a couple days for her to go back home. She didn't stay with me. If she'd asked I would have let her, but these stupid Cybermen pulled her across a void in time and space and now I'll never see her again. Don't you think I have a right to hold a grudge?" His face went red with anger as tears threatened to spill out of his eyes, his hands shaking.

"Don't you hold a grudge against the man who killed Ezra? Wouldn't you want to hurt him if you could? Wouldn't you want him dead, in pain, because he took someone you loved away from you and there was nothing you could do?" He growled, his whole body shaking now. It took a few moments for him to realize what he'd just said. To realize how cruel it was to remind her of something like that. His own pain shouldn't be forced upon others, that was one of the many promises he'd made...and look how many times he'd broken it. Maybe if he hadn't been stupid enough to run away from Gallifrey in a stolen TARDIS as a child, none of this would have happened.

The dim lights that were constantly on in the factory became blinding as his eyes filled with tears and a few rolled down his cheeks. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. But we need to go. You're right...I shouldn't be this way." He pulled out the sonic screwdriver, modified the setting once more, and stopped the neural flow of the Cyberman that was still in pain. He knelt down next to it and used the sonic screwdriver to open the metal shell...nothing to show that it was even human anymore. Even the brain looked like white strands of goo instead of what it had once been, a human being. There was nothing left of the creature. Pain wasn't even properly registered-it was an automatic response. He'd never realized this. These beings couldn't feel pain. They'd already been reduced to nothing but a metal shell with basic bodily functions controlled by the messy strands of what used to be a brain.

"They're nothing. They really are just metal shells. No heart, not even a proper brain now. Nothing. And someday...someday, whether we managed to get our idiotic selves converted or not, that's what we'll be, Mercy. Nothing. Nothing, to no one. No one to remember us and no one to miss us. That's what we turn into." He shook his head at the sight before him.

"That's what I already am."

(Oh hey look at what I did. I made it depressing AGAIN. Yep. I'm a horrible person.)

[ambereyes]

Mercy's smile completely vanished, like the sun setting behind the horizion, as the Doctor's voice rose. Startled and slightly confused, she watched as tears filled the Doctor's eyes. Suddenly, Mercy realized what was going on, and she had to force herself to remain calm, so she didn't start yelling again. But when the Doctor mentioned Ezra, all her efforts went to waste.

"S-shut up, Doctor," said Mercy, her voice rising shakily. "Shut up! My life is torture, Doctor, every moment is full of pain because of that miserable day, Doctor. Every day, I think, 'Could it have been different?' But I've NEVER had ANY desire to kill the man who killed Ezra, because I'M NOT A MONSTER!" Mercy's free hand balled up into a fist, her nails digging into her palm as she continued shouting. "You're so caught up in the past that you're completely unaware of what's happening right now. A whole planet is in danger, and you're too busy being reminiscent to save them! Think about the people who'll be lost right now if we don't do something about it!"

Mercy's breath was raggedy, and her cheeks were wet with tears. She wiped them from her face, sighing. "Save the planet. Then you can hold a grudge. Against the Cybermen, against me, I don't care."

She turned her head away as the metal shell of the Cyberman popped open, but curiosity got the best of her, and she looked at the stringy-glob-of-a-brain. She now felt sadness and compassion, much different than the rage and pain that filled her just a few moments ago.

Mercy's sapphire blue eyes were now fixed on the Doctor, truly seeing for the first time. Right in front of the girl was the most important, brilliant and utterly complicated man she had ever met. He was the bravest man, who traveled around the world saving people, like a super hero. He was the wisest man, and he seemed to have learned everything there was to learn in the universe. Twice. But there was also pain. So much pain, that it nearly brought Mercy to tears. He was the saddest man, losing everyone he had ever loved. He was the angriest man, fueled by rage and sadness. And he was absolutely wonderful. So when the Doctor seemed convinced that he would end up becoming 'nothing...' Well, Mercy had to object.

"Correction, Doctor," said Mercy, her voice the complete opposite of what it had been just a few minutes ago, "I'll be nothing. Just some thief who didn't do much except waste valuable space on this planet for nineteen years. When I die, no one'll care. I doubt they'd even notice I'm gone...But you...You, Doctor, are a different story. I'm scared to think about what happens after the universe's doctor dies. The whole universe, everyone you've ever known, mourning. So distraught that it would take millions and millions of years for them to stop mourning. And after the final tear is shed...just imagine the stories! Of all the people you saved, all the things you did, all the clever ways you escaped death again and again....And maybe, if I do good enough, I'll be in one of those stories. Just one legend. Imagine that. A thief from the 1800s and the best there ever was saving lives for an eternity. Two heroic idiots saving planets for as long as people pass down stories."

[ambereyes]

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[Iwillneverchange]

The Doctor looked up and met Mercy's eyes as she implied that he was a monster for wanting to kill the Cybermen. Surely, though, wanting to eradicate something that caused so many problems couldn't be considered bad? His eyes were welling with tears and still more were running freely down his face, anger and pain and misery in his eyes as flashbacks of that terrible moment in time filled his mind, that moment where she was taken away from him.

Then he heard her say she wasn't important.

He wiped the tears away from his eyes, a fiery look in them now as he corrected her. "Mercy, there is no one on this planet or any other planet who is more important than you. Everyone is important. I never met a single person who wasn't, though I've met a lot of people who didn't think they were. And I bet to someone, you are or will be the single most important person in their entire lives. So don't you dare tell me you're not important, because I've seen how thinking like that destroys people and it is painful to watch, Mercy, it is PAINFUL. They hate themselves. And you don't need to hate yourself." The Doctor stopped for breath, sighing as he did so. Thinking they were nothing really did destroy people in the end.

"Mercy, I promise you that you have done well, at least in my eyes if not in the eyes of everyone on this planet that we're gonna save. And you will be remembered for centuries by the people who you've helped, trust me. The man and girl in a blue box who came to save the day from the metal men, that's how they'll remember us. But I'm not doing it to be remembered, and if you are, you'd best get off that train of thought, because we do this when it needs to be done. I do this to save people, not to glorify myself...
And please don't call me a monster again. You have no idea how much it hurts to hear that."

[ambereyes]

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"I'm not looking for recognition. I never said I-" Mercy stopped herself, nipping a potential argument in the bud. "No, y'know what, forget it. I'm fine. Can we just-I don't like it here. I feel...vulnerable. Could we please continue on?"

Mercy was beginning to feel sick of all the arguing and sadness and crying. She wanted to escape that. She wanted to put that behind her. She wanted to prove to the Doctor, and most of all, herself, that she wasn't a coward. Mercy wanted to prove Miss Pepper wrong. She wanted to prove that an everyday thief could become something great.

A shiver raced down Mercy's spine, and she sniffled, wiping away the rest of her tears. She scanned the area, unable to shake the feeling that she was being watched by someone or something. "Doctor? Please?"

Mercy adjusted her grip on the mallot, which was literally her only means of defense in a factory full of who-knows-how-many walking metal death machines. Joy.

(This post is bad. And I feel bad. XD
Just allow my muse fluids to warm up. And then you'll be drowning in lengthy posts and monolouge.)

[ambereyes]

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