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[Cy appears, hissing and spitting at something that isn't there. It's a shade, a shadow, and then it moves and looks like a faint gray twist of something, a fragment of some whole, a mirrored eye shining in the dark.

The reek of ammonia, rotting meat and mud fills the air around it, heaving in and out like breaths from a rotting carcass.]

Cy.

[It's voice is crooning, almost loving. She hisses furiously, fluffed up to nearly twice her size.]

Don't go ringin' that dingadong bell, that's my chimer, poisonponce.

Cyyyyypher.

[It rolls in a circle around her, the movement of its smell the only real clue to its change in position. It laughs and it sounds like rust on a swinging gate.]

Cy Cy Cyyyyypher...

[SO. Uh. Cy has brought a vagus to the Plane. The Time Lords and others who can sense such things will be able to tell that it's, basically, a moment in life or an experience that got broken away from the Wild Roads when the roads changed course (they do that on occasion--some fading out, others shifting to follow the journeys of cats in a changing landscape) and now exists as its own entity. It is, essentially, a lost bit of time. It has no conscious will, and exists only to perpetuate its experience--that is to say, a memory of the hunt will hunt, a memory of the kill will kill, and presumably a memory of a nap will nap, but a vagus so benign has never been mentioned. XD

SO ANYWAY, long story short, this thing can do damage, too--this particular vagus is a memory of cornering and killing prey, and the damage it can do is directly related to the memory it's spawned from. Have fun~]

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[It is indeed quite possible. Cy, meanwhile, is having oozing red lines opened over the length of her stocky body. Fur blasts into the air; it takes a strike across the face to finally dislodge her. She thumps, rolls, and slides over the plane in a thin smear of blood and torn fur--which culminates in a small, dizzy housecat staggering to its feet and attempting to face off with the vagus once again.]

[that doesn't look like running to the Doctor. He pulls off his jacket and tosses it in the direction of the vagus in a somewhat pathetic attempt to blind it, before rushing past Cypher and trying to scoop the housecat in his arms as he runs]

[The vagus roars after them silently; Cy scrambles and flails in the Doctor's arms] Can't fight yourself and win! Can't do it, Thete!

[run run run!]

Stop scrambling and just hold on. If it's a moment in time then being away from whatever's feeding it should make it go back to the moment it was in and watch your claws! Bloody cat!

[Sorry Doc. She sinks her teeth into his shoulder for a moment before flailing again.] Doesn't work that way!

[oh, he couldn't hate her more, but he tries to scruff her as he runs to keep her off]

It doesn't matter, you'll die if you go back there!

[spins around and with free arm tries to disrupt the creature with a sonic wavelength]

[ldjkldsfd She makes a gagging, hissing sound. The vagus seems to brace itself against the plane, absorb the warble of the sonic screwdriver and return it as a furious shriek.]

[the shriek startles the Doctor and he stumbles forward, curling to make sure he doesn't a) drop Cypher or b) crush the housecat when he falls]

What is that?

[Shuddering in his grip] It's us, us, as we live and breathe!

[The vagus rolls forward again, though more cautiously than before.]

So how do we defeat it? You can't fight yourself!

[and if anyone knows that, it's the Doctor]

Ace knows. Ace knows. [Shudders some more and then subsides, watching the thing. It's stopped a short distance away, crooning and rolling in a circle around them.]

Who is Ace? Cypher! Who is Ace??

[this may be panic in the Doctor's voice]

The highway cat! The watcher, the finder, my sky-pilot, Ace! [The vagus is humming to itself, taking its time and winding slowly around them.]

Ace isn't here!

[what to do??]

Cypher, get off the Plane. Go find your watcher, figure out what to do. I'll---distract!

[he does have a water pistol, after all]

It's a hunter. It'll hunt, it'll-- [She freezes.]

It's a hunter.

[She bolts forward, size and shape changing as she moves--light gathers around her in waves. She slams into the thing, wrapping her paws around it in a bear hug and snarling like thunder. It certainly feels like thunder; concussive sound rolls across the plane.]

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[and witness the Doctor in a variable state of helplessness. Anything he might run off the Plane to get would only hurt Cypher in this instance]

Cypher, don't!

[She's not attacking it, really; not fighting it at all. Just holding on, light flaring in a nimbus around her.

And it's working.

If it doesn't have anything to hunt--]

Your head in my mouth! [It's fragmenting, pulsing, trapped in confusion at its loss of purpose.]