realityshifted

[Oliver has clearly not been having a good time of it lately. by the look of him, he's recently been in a fight. with what, exactly, is anyone's guess, considering what the Plane is like at the moment. in any case, he has bruises under both eyes, with scratches and contusions on his cheeks and forehead. actually, any later Doctors might find his exact injuries uncannily familiar. they are, in fact, the very same injuries he had when the Doctor found him in an alley after he was unknowingly possessed by a particularly nasty brain worm known as the Puppeteer]

[at the moment, Oliver is wandering the edge of the forest. his hair is wild, and so are his eyes. his clothing is rumpled and streaked with dirt, and he has a very stormy expression on his face. he's glancing around as he walks, his eyes flicking from one direction to the next, muttering quietly to himself]

I thought I could--no, he thought he could escape. Or even fight me again. Hah! [laughs darkly] Like he could do that, broken as he is now. Idealistic fool. He lost before he even started. And now... [grins] Oh now, I just have to find someone, and it'll be worth every minute in this pathetic human body. [chuckles to himself, but the sound is callous, his face twisted into a very un-Oliver-like sneer] People are out here somewhere...

[ooc: Posting again because I have free time this weekend, and ~~Farrah is persuasive~~ I couldn't resist the hallucination plot! Unfortunately, Oliver's hallucinations have been too immersive for him. While he isn't physically possessed by the Puppeteer, he has experienced a hallucination of being possessed (complete with getting a little beat up, oops), and at the moment, he fully believes he is. He's even hearing its voice in his head. This means that, though he lacks the accompanying super-human strength and speed of an actual possession, he is currently unstable and ready to start killing. Be warned that he will attack others--in his clumsy, human way]

[Also, if Oliver hasn't already interacted with your character since his choice last week, please still leave contact info so I can ask a question!]

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[stares at him for a moment

and laughs, harsh and mocking]

You think you're the first parasite I've dealt with? Please.

[sneers angrily] And just what do you think you can do about me?

[smirk] Knock him out and start experimenting?

If you're a demon, some of the more general rituals ought to do it. Aliens are less my thing, but I know a few Doctors who I'm sure would help me out.

Or we could just do this the easy way, with you leaving, and actually surviving.

[actually looks afraid at that] No! You can't stop me! I'll attack them if you bring them! [renews his struggling, fighting more violently against her now]

[oh, now she's smug] Oh, so that's it. Well, won't be hard to drag you to one of them.

[desperate] You wouldn't manage it. I'll...I'll stop you!

[but he lapses in his struggling, his eyes darting around as he looks for an escape route. he sighs and, after a long pause, asks:]

If I left, I would live?

[her expression says all she thinks of THAT; then she smiles, just slightly]

Sure. You leave, and you don't come back.

Fine! Leave me be!

[abruptly, Oliver goes limp. as the possession was a figment of his imagination, however, no physical brain worm leaves his body. instead, his nose simply begins to bleed the black blood of the Plane. he groans, cringing, then opens his eyes blearily]

[her hold lightens, becoming more supporting than restraining; as she gently lowers him to the Plane floor, she scrutinises him for signs of anything leaving, but focuses on Oliver when he opens his eyes]

Hey there.

[her voice is much different, now; quiet, soothing]

[confused] Hey...

[but then his mind catches up with him, and his eyes widen. he clutches at Kate's arm] The Puppeteer! Where is it!?

[shakes her head] Don't know. I didn't see anything leave you - and if this was an alien possession... [now that she's attempting to be calm, she can't stop her muscles from tensing, almost can't stop her eyes darting this way and that]

I'm thinking maybe it wasn't really there. We're all seeing things that aren't real, lately.

But it... [puts a hand to his nose, dabbing at the blood] I thought... I saw it! But it should've been dead already. [shakes his head, but winces at the motion] I-I'm sorry. If I did all that and it wasn't even here... I don't know what happened.

Careful. [stern shake of her head] You don't need to apologise. If I'm right, you still weren't in control, not really.

...Can you sit up all right? [relaxes her grip] I have some pain killers in my pack.

But how? [sighs, closing his eyes] It was like it happened all over again. Just like before.

Huh? Oh, yeah. I think so. [shifts, supporting himself in a sitting position. thankfully she only injured his knee and wrist, and since the Puppeteer couldn't push his body past its limits, it only gave him a headache] Hey...I didn't catch your name. Thanks for all this.

[as she shifts off the back pack]

Minds are powerful, and so is this place.

[with a faint smile] No problem, it's kind of what I do. I'm Kate.

[makes a face] Good point.

So you stop monsters for a living? Nice to meet you, Kate. I'm Oliver.

[wry grin as she unzips a large pocket] Aside from the part where I'm paid, yeah. Nice to meet you too, Oliver, circumstances aside.

[pulls out a small bottle marked Paracetamol] Here - this will relieve the pain without drowsiness. Last thing we need in this place.

What sort of job is that?

Ohh, cheers! [accepts the bottle eagerly, opening it. winces as he tilts his head so he can take one] Good idea.

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...oh god that didn't sound so dirty in my head

XD

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