07 September 2010 @ 09:48 pm
[Emil and Marta appear on the Plane again, this time sans bags upon bags of souvenirs. Emil looks particularly tense and brooding, but he isn't saying anything, just crossing his arms and standing off to the side.]

[Marta is quiet as well, out of worry. She may sometimes get frustrated, maybe even a little angry at his hiding things from her, but all of that just fades every time she looks at him... And it takes her a long moment, but she gets the courage to take a step closer, hand gently held out toward him.]

Emil...


[He glances over at her. His voice is a bit rough, but it's strangely soft when directed at Marta.] ... Stop looking at me like that. I'm fine.

I'm just worried! [She looks away.] I mean, with everything that's been happening, and the things people are saying... ["And the way you look when they say it..."]

I won't let anything get in the way of my promise to you. [He pauses.] ... Unless you want me to turn back.

[ooc: Hey look, another dual-post. No threading order this time though, everyone gets their own thread with Evil Teddy Bear Emil. Also, as of this post, we are officially at Chapter 6 (of 8). Awesome.]
 
 
07 September 2010 @ 09:49 pm
 
[A Lord of Time in the Astral Bar? How shocking! A rather intoxicated (though he has yet to realise it) Damon is mixing himself drinks again, this time with the help of a very useful book he borrowed from the Doctor. The thick, heavy manual is titled "Mixology," and features most classic and popular drinks found anywhere in the Second Great and Bountiful Human Empire. Damon laughs as he flips through the pages.]

A screwdriver? I wonder if the Doctor's made a sonic version. He's clever enough to figure it out. That's what I love about him, you know, he's very clever. All of him! But he's very stupid, too. Regenerates too much, it's not...not good. Bad Doctor.

[a thoughtful pause] Not as stupid as Maxil, though. Nobody's as stupid as Maxil. I hate his face. [oh, if only he knew...]