In which Katana proves she cannot write action sequences, and also disproves that she can't continue anything ever.
...Except this was on a two-month hiatus. HUZZAH.
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“Does anybody have any idea where we’re going?”
The group came to a halt when Wayward proposed the question, finding themselves at the south corner of their block. TimeChaser and Japan looked up and sighed, their breath coming out as billows of vapor in the cold air, the former shivering slightly.
“Broadcasting station is near the Forum,” Nehsrizah answered, pointing diagonally to the left. “It’s going to be a bit of a hike, failed to mention that.”
“Oh you’re freakin’ kidding me!” TC snapped, squeezing his arms closer to his torso to retain warmth. “I’m going to die because of you. I could be watching Fires of Pompeii, you know, where they’re nice and warm –”
“In fiery volcanic death, yeah,” Katana sniped back at him, knocking him on the back, causing him to cough and stumble forward. “Calm down, you’re not going to die. Plus, this is good for you. It builds character.”
“You pay for the funeral then.”
“I’ll even make the invitations.”
“Maybe someone’s awake that we can go see?” Arch suggested meekly, trying to deviate the conversation away from death and funerals. “Like maybe James or Becky or Ace or Korey or Miss Anonymous or –”
“I think a few of those people are on the way,” Japan replied, tapping her chin as she once again stared off into the sky. “I know Missy is about two blocks that way.” She gave a vague gesture forward and everyone (sans TimeChaser, still shivering), nodded.
“You think she’s awake?”
“It’s Missy. She’s bound to be awake.”
Wayward whistled out a sigh, his inner child amused by the thin stream of vapor it created, before looking up and raising an eyebrow at his thoughts.
“You see an orthopedic Dalek or something?” Katana asked him, leaning forward to try and grab his attention. He shook his head.
“You telllin’ me we’ve got an orthopedic Dalek? No, it’s not that – kinda wish it was – but no, it’s not that. It’s just…I mean, think about it. Get right down the basics and what did we witness? Twilight, on our TV, on a broadcast stream from the city, overriding every other signal. That’s hardcore stuff, it doesn’t happen very often.”
Katana nodded, rolling her shoulders. “I still say it’s Adam.”
He shrugged. “Well, it probably is, and even though he’s Mayor ‘round these parts, it doesn’t change the fact that he screwed with my Donna time.”
“Your dedication astounds me.”
“You don’t mess with the super-temp, Kat.”
The goggled one laughed, prodding Wayward in the shoulder. “You’re turning into a nerd.”
“I’m afraid I’m already there…” He sighed, facepalming and shaking his head. “What has become of me…so shameful.” But before anybody could do anything, he shot his head up, grinning broadly. “Bah! It’s fu – oh hey, the others are rather far ahead.”
“DICKWEEDS!” Katana shouted as the two ran down half the block to catch up. TimeChaser looked over his shoulder, his hands stuck firmly in his coat pockets, before he smirked.
“That’s a swearword, Kat,” he shouted as the two drew closer. “Be considerate of Trip here, would ya?”
“H-hey…” the young girl squeaked out, her cheeks red not just from the cold. Within a few seconds, TC was regretting his words, as he was being barreled down by Katana, who had done a running leap and landed with her arms slamming into his neck and shoulders.
“DID YOU MISS ME TOKI?!” she shouted, gritting her teeth as she grinned ferociously. “I’M SURE YOU DID.”
“Kat – choking – off – me – please –”
Nehs raised an eyebrow, a sly little smile crossing her lips. "Do you have to do that in front of me?" she asked playfully, causing Wayward to double over in silent laughter. Japan raised her eyebrows, Trip was just plain confused, leaving TC and Katana to balk at her.
“…Behind you, actually,” the oldest of the group managed to recover, to which Nehszriah broke out in a grin.
“I like thy wit well, Toki-nii.”
Japan sniffed, seemingly fighting off a cold as she wiped the bottom of her nose, before looking up at the building on their left. “Hey – destination.”
The group collectively looked up to the windows, though TimeChaser in particular seemed rather pleased and began hopping slightly in his spot. After a moment’s silence of staring up at the illuminated window of Miss Anonymous’s apartment, Japan led the group up the front stairs and pressed the buzzer to call her.
Another moment’s silence. The longer the seconds ticked, the more the suspense grew, until finally, the front door clicked without the group even being asked. Japan looked back at the other five, her eyebrows raised, her eyes concerned and a bit worried.
“…Well come on!” Nehszriah announced, leaping up two stairs and yanking the door open, leading the way up the stairs in the front hallway of the building. It wasn’t a very large one, housing a total of maybe twelve tenants, but the object of their search just had to be on the top most floor – the fourth.
“Are you sure this warrants this kind of panic?” TC called from his position on the third floor landing, breathing in deeply as he watched the rest clamber up the stairs.
Wayward’s head whipped around the banister as the girls passed by him. “Oh come on, what kind of epic adventure would this be if not for the panic?”
TimeChaser closed his eyes, letting the storm in his head calm, before his adrenaline suddenly kicked into being. “Alright – alright, alright, fine. Fine. You guys win.” There came a sudden spark in his eyes as he grinned sharply. “ALLONS-Y!”
“That’s the spirit limey-wannabe!” Wayward called as he sped up the stairs. TC nearly tripped in his own climbing at the words, but shook it off and soon found himself on the fourth floor, nearly choking from his lack of breath but managing to join the rest as they stood in front of a boldly decorated red door.
Trip, Nehs, and Katana knocked on the door with various rhythms and beats. TimeChaser mumbled something about “he will knock four times”, receiving his own knock to the head by Japan. The three stopped, waited a few seconds, then knocked again in rapid sequence before the door suddenly creaked open.
Not only did Miss Anonymous stand in the doorway, but so did Sangome – the latter crouching low, the former standing on her toes up high. Both had an odd, manical look to their eyes – and that’s when they noticed it.
Normally, their eyes would’ve been brown, but now, they were black – even the whites. The three who had been knocking leapt backwards, though Trip stumbled in the maneuver and ending up scraping her chin on the floor
“Oh my God they’re Cybermen!” Katana shouted as she and Nehs yanked the fallen child from the ground, each taking an arm and helping her to her feet. Wayward and TC fell to their sides as Japan stood in the way of Miss Anonymous and Sangome, spreading her legs out and shooting her arms into the air.
“THE POWER OF RIFFING COMPELS YOU!” she shouted before TimeChaser grabbed her arm and dragged her to their group.
“That won’t work, you need to actually say a line, it seems,” he seethed through his teeth. “And it seems the only one obsessive enough in our group is –” His eyes widened when a thought suddenly came barreling into his head. Shooting his gaze at the two girls, he shouted, “I’m a metropire!”, his voice fluctuating in pitch.
A spark of recognition seemed to go off in Miss Anonymous’s eyes, causing her to stumble back in her step, clutching her forehead. Sangome, however, stepped into the hallway, a twisted and maniacal grin on her face.
“Edward?!” she asked, her voice unusually high-pitched. “Where are you, my beloved?”
“Oh my gawd,” Wayward gawked. “The riff – it didn’t –”
“What is going on,” Miss Anonymous’s voice said, her arms suddenly grappling Sangome from the back and under her armpits. “’gome?!’
“GIVE ME EDWARD! I NEED HIM, MY BELOVED!” the girl screamed, wrestling free from her confinement and grabbing onto Wayward’s shoulders.
“Hey baby, how’s it going?” he asked with a nervous grin, causing Nehszriah and Katana to simultaneously smack their foreheads. Sangome, even in her possessed state of mind, raised her eyebrows.
“…You’re not Edward,” she said sullenly.
“No…?”
“YOU’RE NOT MY BELOVED!” she screamed, throwing him to the side before she side-glanced at TimeChaser. He tensed in fear, but she snorted. “Not even close, pal.”
“Mind telling me what is going on?” Miss Anonymous repeated. There was a silence before Katana shot her gaze at her.
“Missay – you have a laptop?”
“Ye –”
“Get it to that YouTube of the Twilight RiffTrax, bring it out here, alright?!”
“Dude, Kat…only you would suggest that as a remedy.”
“I can’t help that my nerdy fandom is working on this, okay?”
While Miss Anonymous darted back inside her apartment, there was still the issue of Sangome to deal with. Japan and Nehszriah each took to clamping onto some part of her, leaving the other four to sit, stare, and wait.
“…You know what would be scarier than this?” TimeChaser mused, causing the rest to stare at him. “You know in Midnight, with that creature that replicates the movements of others – what?”
“Dude, Toki –”
“Dude, TC, keep doing that!” Wayward leapt excitedly as he noticed Sangome’s eyes starting to fade from the darkness. “Maybe it’s – just – saying something with Doctor Who!”’
TimeChaser’s eyebrows perked. “Uh – um – uh – err – OH!” He shot to his feet before cracking his knuckles and proceeding to walk around oddly. “Well – this is…different. Goodness me, I’m a man! So many parts – oooh, and hardly used…”
Sangome’s eyes shot open before the black vaporized away. She blinked a few times before staring at TimeChaser and laughing. “There are so many things I can say to that, you don't even -”
“Can it,” he replied flatly before Miss Anonymous re-appeared with her laptop.
“Okay I – oh for the love of crap, I missed it, didn’t I?”
“…Yeah. Yeah, you did.”
