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]

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.

[didorothy]

You gonna explain why you're calling me a 'dog' any time now?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Well, it's what you are, isn't it laddie. Servants of my Lord Provost, enforcers of the king's justice. Though I suppose you think Provost is a name and not a title too?

[didorothy]

We actually have a Lord Provost where I'm from, but he isn't in charge of the police.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Oh? What does he do, then, mind the king's menagerie?

[didorothy]

He's the head of a city in Scotland. Not all the cities, just the major ones. A... mayor or, whatever you'd have.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

A bit funny, isn't it. That names like that would carry over but the jobs they do wouldn't.