the change in your face [when anger shows]

[didorothy]

[Have you, gentle reader, ever wanted to know what barely contained, borderline homocidal rage sounds like when delivered in John Simm's delightful Mancunian accent? Then here is your chance!]

There is a savannah. Outside of Manchester.

A savannah. Outside. Of Manchester.

Everywhere.

With cheetahs!

Gene Hunt, I am going to gut you, and when I'm done I'll have 'em prepared for your funeral so your Missus doesn't have to cook.

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[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Tries a few casual passes wither her sword.] Oh? Always heard they were small and whippy, not really the straight-out fighting sort.

[didorothy]

I highly doubt the average Mancunian stands half a chance against them anyway.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Mancunian? [She smiling at you, Sam, because she's amused at how many identitcal-looking people there are around here, and because she thinks you're rather cute. In a pat-it-on-the-head sort of way. Like Ianto.]

[didorothy]

Yeah, Mancunian. From Manchester. Probably doesn't exist in your world from the way you're looking at me. [irritated!Sam is irritated by what he considers condescension.

...and everything else, too]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Relax yourself, laddie. I would say it doesn't that I've heard of, but Tortall no doubt doesn't exist in yours. So we're on even ground, I'd warrant.

Aniki Forfrysning. Just Aniki, if you would.

[didorothy]

I guess I will. Sam. DI Sam Tyler.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Sam. DI--you're a Dog too, then. Serve under that Hunt fellow, yeah?

[didorothy]

Not when I'm done putting him in the grave.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Oh? What's he done?

[didorothy]

Gotten our planet merged with the cheetah-infested planet of a mass-murdering pychopath who probably tortures people as his equivalent to a day at the spa!

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Instaserious button has been pushed.] Well now. That doesn't seem like the sort of thing a Dog would do a-purpose.

[didorothy]

He didn't do it on purpose; he did it out of bloody-minded idiocy.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Of what sort?

[didorothy]

Of the, "No, Tyler, I will hang about the psychopathic mass-murderer, even if it might mean a reality merge" sort.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Mmm, I see. I've not had one of those yet. Not felt its effects, anyroad, though I wouldn't be surprised to have bits of the Doctor's world popping up about my own--him and that lad whose company he keeps. The one that looks a bit like you.

[didorothy]

[reflexive] He really doesn't look like me.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[A few more experimental slashes before she moves into a drill set.] No more he does. You're about as different as a pebble and a boulder and no, that's not a commentary on my opinion of either one of you.

[didorothy]

Right, then.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Must be strange as hell and cause no small problem for you.

[didorothy]

You don't know how many guns I've had pointed at my head because of him.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Leastwise it wasn't swords swung at your neck?

[didorothy]

I hear decapitation's quick, at least.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Bone damage can be hell and a half when it comes to maintaining a weapon's edge, though.

[didorothy]

I'm not going to ask how you know that.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[She laughs.] Dogs and their duties. No fear, I've not doused anyone here.