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"Well I certainly owe you both several explanations," began Alaric rather flusteredly. "Myrrhdyn, you quite understandably wish to know how I seem to recognise you, when despite a possible vague familiarity you clearly do not recognise me. Well I can relate to that, after a certain number of centuries and different forms, people can become a bit of a blurr... But I am stalling. As I mentioned, we are related, umpteenth cousins umpteen times removed to be precise. I witnessed your birth, and had promised a certain mutual friend of ours that I would continue to take an interest in your career and wellbeing...." He paused, noticing that Myrrhdyn had distanced herself and that her attention appeared to have inexplicably wandered to a rather charming fawn that nevertheless filled him with a vague sense of unease...
Turning to Quatermass, he moved to some of the other questions: "With regard to both the Doctor and Koschei, who insists upon being called the Master whether people wish to acknowledge this mastery or not, the simple answer is that I have met both of them on sundry occasions." He paused to gauge Quatermass' reaction. "And I know of how the latter's folly annihilated Traken, Logopolis and many other worlds solely because of his insatiable ambition. If I had been estranged from him before (for I must own to my shame that we were once friends) we were mortal enemies ever after. My story? Rather a long one, and time grows short. But I should acknowledge to you that like Koschei my own folly has had serious repercussions. I have told you, Quatermass of this Ra'a Ruach. In a sense the latter's relation to me is like that of the Valleyard to the Doctor. I am responsible for It, for basically it came into being as a separate entity as an unintended result of profound contemplation on my part. Since then, Ra'a Ruach has emmassed considerable power, absorbing the energy of others until we now bear little resemblance to each other. I belatedly became aware of the extent of the peril and came to this world to seek greater knowledge of how to fight this being. Some signs indicate he may have drawn other evil minds desperate enough to contemplate sharing their power temporarily in the hope of later becoming dominant - what has happened to Myrrhdyn?"

Last edited by AlexandertheSolitary on 25 Mar 2007, 8:07 pm, edited 1 time in total.

((I'll wait for Graelwyn....))

Myrrhdyn heard a voice close by, but it seemed faint and somewhat fuzzy, as if coming from a different place...her legs were shaking from the strain of crouching but she seemed totally unable to move, as if paralysed and her breathing had become laboured and difficult; in fact, she was finding herself beginning to gasp, as if some sort of fine layer were coating her airways. And still, her eyes remained fixated on those of the fawn that had remained as motionless as herself but which seemed to be changing form before her eyes into something quite different...a winged being with fiery red eyes and claws as sharp as daggers... her peripheral vision was such that even though her eyes were locked to eyes, she could see the creature in it's entirety as it morphed. A part of her was screaming at her own self for being so utterly stupid, and she found herself mentally battling to break free while stray, panicked thoughts shot away and to anyone in the vicinity capable of understanding the subtle signals of telepathy, not that her current signals were especially subtle.

She tried to close her eyes, but to no avail. She tried to move but only succeeded in exhausting herself. Something was holding her in position and she was rapidly weakening from her efforts to break free. Usually, she would have been more than capable of getting past this situation, but for reasons she had not mentioned to anyone, her magical abilities were only at forty percent of what they usually would be...in other words, she was not currently the great Myrrhdyn that everyone seemed to believe her to be. Seconds seemed like hours and she finally gave up trying and did the only thing she could think of to protect herself...sent herself into a total shutdown and hoped that one of the two she vaguely recalled being closeby would be able to bring her out of it.

((Your turn, Quatermass, lol ))

"Over there!" yelled Quatermass. When Alaric had pointed out the absence of Myrrhdyn, after saying Ra'a Rauch was a valeyard (a name for a Gallifreyan prosecutor, but part of Quatermass' own private vocabulary as a synonym for a separate evil avatar of someone), Quatermass hadn't remembered anything but a fawn that Myrrhdyn was playing with. Both were gone, and the time-space signature left behind, along with the cirumstances, meant probably a raksha.

Rakshas could project a kind of hypnotic field, commonly known as glamour, to disguise themselves, luring in people with cuteness and beauty. The fact that, despite the fact Quatermass acted like a fool, he was actually often slightly knurd helped against such creatures.

"Damn! There it is, over there!" yelled Quatermass, as the fawn, which was shimmering between that form and the true form of the raksha, which was a fairly unimaginative demonic shape. Rakshas were parasitic entities, in that they parasitised people's imaginations in order to feed.

"Stand back, Alaric. And I mean it. I'll get this thing out of the way, you get Myrrhdyn out of here, and I'll catch up with you."

Quatermass rushed towards the raksha and kicked it into the air. As demonic as it was, a good kick accelerated through space did wonders to rearrange some of its minor organs, as well as its position and state in space (ie, instead of being on the ground and ready to feast on Myrrhdyn, it was against the broken remains of a tree and really annoyed).

"RUN!" yelled Quatermass at Alaric, who picked up Myrrhdyn. Without turning to see whether Alaric had run away, Quatermass turned to face the raksha, which was snarling. Energy fizzled in his hands, and coalesced.

"You ever hear about the book John Milton wrote about you, raksha? It's called Parasite Lost!"

The creature leapt at him. Quatermass, in response, unleashed hell.

"15% EON BLAST!! !"

An area about 20 metres in diameter simply vanished in white light, flecked with green, blue and black.....

((I ain't dead, but I didn't want to interfere with posts. I hope you actually got out of there, Alexander.... ))

((Oh, and in case you're wondering what an "EON Blast" looks like, well, I thought it looked like a Kamehameha or an 8-Bit Theater Black-Mage-Style Hadoken, but after playing Final Fantasy XII, I feel it looks like Basch's Quickening, Fulminating Darkness. A compilation of Quickening animations can be found here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPhIgwIJHQQ. The move I'm referring to occurs about one minute and 40 seconds into the video...))

"It's an old habit," Nyx called back down. "I'm too lazy to break it."
She rushed to the phone and managed to catch it just before the fourth ring; after that it would have gone to the message machine.
"Hello?"
There was no answer. Not again, Nyx thought.
"Look, if you're not going to answer you can take this telephone and shove it up your --" A dial tone abruptly sounded. With a sigh, she replaced the phone onto the cradle. She hated people who called and hung up. Hopefully it was just some stupid kids this time...
She slid back down the staircase and asked Garnet, "So, what do you want to do?"

Alaric indeed did not hesitate to rush Myrrhdyn out and himself out of peril; belatedly sensing the nature of the raksha, he concurred with Qautermass's judgement, judging that the latter was rather better equipped to deal with this particular peril. He let Myrrhdyn down upon a relatively comfortable green mound beneath the shadow of an ancient tree as soon as he judged the distance was sufficient. He apologised to Myrrhdyn for any discomfort she might have experienced during their flight; he also quickly undid the remnants of the effects of the raksha's mesmerisation of Myrrhdyn.

A blackened figure staggered out of the forest towards Alaric and Myrrhdyn, sizzling humorously according to Universal Comic Law. Quatermass blinked at the two, then staggered a bit drunkenly, an impressive feat for someone who hadn't had alcohol for decades, perhaps centuries. Then, just before he keeled over unconscious near the other two adventurers, something forced its way through his head and moved his lips, tongue and vocal cords:

"I am the Clown with the Tear-Away Face,
Here in a flash, and gone without a trace..."

THUD! And down he went. Soon, the woods echoed to the tune of ashen snoring....

((Myrrhdyn cannot do anything yet as although released from the effects of the raksha's mesmerisation, she deliberately shut down her consciousness in some way))

((OK, up to me to move this along.))

"Uuurrgghhhh..." commented Quatermass as he recovered consciousness. When he took power naps, we're talking very short ones, like about 10 seconds. He got to his feet, a bit uncertainly at first, then looked at Alaric.

"OK, let us take stock. We have one disintegrated raksha, one unconscious Myrrhdyn, one of you, Alaric, in fairly good condition, and a fairly tired and niggly me."

Quatermass walked fairly unsteadily.

"Damn, that backwash from the EON Blast plays merry hell with my time sense. Well, it plays merry hell with my other senses, doesn't it?"

((Argh, someone bring me back to life, for chrisakes LOL, I should never have shut myself down *starts giggling insanely and debates dragging Alexander into the thread from wherever he might be*. One of you has to do some amazingly technical thing to reverse my shutdown before I can engage again. Now stop wobbling about and being a wuss and do something )

((If Alexander doesn't do it in the next few hours, I'll do it with the magical equivalent of defibrillators pushed beyond the normal safe voltage! You ever see Bottom: 2001, An Arse Oddity? What Eddie (Adrian Edmondson) did to that parrot with the home-made defibrillators? "Increasing thea vea-oltage to-a 3000 veolts!"))

((OH gawd help me... Alexander, get here quickly *Shoves Myrrhdyn's prostate form into a kneeling position* ))

((Alexander the Solitary has about 4 hours from now, or until about 2 pm my time. Have you actually seen that Bottom stage show?))

((Nope, but I don't need to to get some idea, lol... I have watched the programme on tv a few times and find Rik Mayall very funny.))

(( *Coughs* It has been over 6 hours now... ))