fracturedrp | It's a Wild Wild Life

Current Location: Central Park, New York City
Current Music: Wild, Wild Life - Talking Heads

It's a Wild Wild Life

When: After a trip to California
Where: Central Park, New York.
Who: OTA

What:

The Rift has been active once again and Jack has taken a small group with him to of all places Central Park. It was nice to have localized activity above the HUB it was easier to find but it made the immortal uneasy.

Jack turned around with his Webley in one hand. He listened to his cheerleader under the HUB giving him and the others directions. The energy signal is a strange one that is leading him closer towards the Central Park zoo. It's a bright sunny day with families and tourists flocking over to see the exhibits.

"Hey, is anyone feeling a little strange?" Jack turns his head around and with an influx of people in the area he reholsters the gun. "Please, let's try not to cause anyone to panic." He tells the people with him and with a motion of his hand he gives a silent order to put the guns away. He pushes himself through the turn-style and he begins to make his way through the mass of people who are enjoying the warm weather.

'Careful Jack, you're getting closer to it's location. It's located in a far corner of the zoo grounds.' Toshiko says, through the commlink to everyone on the surface.

"I promise someone that we can do some guns a wavin," Jack jokes, but the matter is far from one as his hand slides into the pocket of his greatcoat when he pushes through a group of onlookers near a group of flamingos.

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"If he isss a supposse three headsss are better than two." He makes whatever the serpentine version of a shrug is and absently tastes the air. "Thisss way, I think."

The Master growled softly, facing in the direction his self indicated. He hunched down, ready to spring into a run, but then stopped, looking over. He realized there was no way his other self would be able to keep up. The Master went over and crouched down next to the other Master.

"Crawl up. You'll have to ride," he instructed.

The Master slithers onto his younger self's back, curling around him like a belt.

"Thisss feels really sstrange."

"Yes, but it will be faster. Hang on tight!" he warned, then sprang into a run, causing nearby Humans to scatter, their terrified screams sounding in his ear.

The Master ignored them, though his instincts howled at ignoring such soft, easy prey. He ran, but not at full speed, trying to keep to a steady lope. He knew cheetahs generally ran extremely fast for very short periods, but that wouldn't do for his purpose.

"You'll have to help. I need your sense of smell!"

"Don't cheetahsss have a good ssensse of ssmell?" He sighs. "There are sseveral of them here . . . try a left."

"No, but they have excellent vision," the younger Master explained. "Left, yes."

(ooc:

bluesuit_handy is going to join us, first, then we're going to try and pull in

best_temp and her Doctor, if that's okay?)

"It'sss been too long ssince I wasss you, I can't remember the virus well anymore."

Andrew has finally retrieved Märet, who isn't handling the situation well at all. After some cajoling, he's gotten the meta-meta to climb onto him and hold on, so at least he's no longer worried about the little blond mouse getting stepped on or lost.

He hears some fresh screaming and lifts his head to sniff the air, his instincts screaming at him to run. They've been screaming that for a while, though.

The Master kept going. His sense of smell wasn't the best, but he was still part Time Lord, mentally, at least. Something, at least, screamed Doctor to him, when he saw the capybara running loose.

"The Doctor," the Master growled, still purring.

Running faster, he pounced, aiming for the smaller animal.

"Don't hurt them, that'll jusst make thingsss worsse.

"Which onesss are you, than?"

Andrew let out a load, hoarse bark of dismay as he saw the cheetah coming. He didn't have the same Time Lord senses, but he could guess who it might be.

"Don't - don't! It's me!" He turned and ran, but unfortunately his capybara body was not built for speed or agility.

The Master collided into the capybara, rolling them both. His cheetah body was making a strange stuttering sound, as he attempted to laugh. He heard the capybara's protest and the voice seemed familiar. Letting them come to a stop, he half-lay over his prey.

"Andrew?" he asked.

"I think it isss, yesss." The Master flicks out his tongue. "Ssmelltasstesss like him.

"I do hope we can change back soon, the ssnake'sss insstinctsss are going crazy."

They really were very unevenly matched - Andrew flailed and attempted to scramble away as the Master hit him, but was sent tumbling end over end with the oversized cat instead. He barked again, and again, unable to stop doing it for several seconds once he'd started.

"Oi, yes, Andrew! Get off!" The voice confirmed his suspicions, though he was surprised to see that the cheetah was accompanied by a strangely familiar snake. A snake...suddenly he squirmed, trying to get out from under the Master. "Märet! Where's Märet?!"

The Master withdrew, letting him up. He searched around, looking for any animal that looked like it should be caged. It occurred to him, though, that they wouldn't all necessarily turn into zoo animals.

"What did he transform into?"

"Sstill holding on to you, if I'm correct in thinking he'sss the mousse."

Andrew scrambled to his feet, looking around quickly and calling for the meta-meta again.

"He's a mouse - oh!"

Hearing the snake!Master's comment, he turned his head and shoulders to try to look at his own back, only to waddle in a circle in place. Something moved in his fur, and he was relieved to see the meta-meta crawl into view.

"Don't scare me like that! Speak up next time!"

Now that Maret was found, the Master lay down in the grass, no longer purring or growling. He studied Andrew and Maret in amusement. How oddly appropriate, that the meatcrisis had turned into prey, while he and the other Master had turned into predators! He was sure that said something, but he didn't much care what. He was a bit surprised that Maret was a mouse, but he didn't choose to reflect on that much.

"A capybara, Andrew? Really?"

"I ssuggesst we get Maret ssomewhere ssafe, a mousse won't be able to do much and it'sss too dangerousss out here for him."

"Is that what I am?" He actually hadn't been quite sure - he was short, brown, and probably prey, but he'd been a bit confused by the barking thing.

"We should get somewhere he won't get eaten by someone," he agreed. "Or stepped on." Andrew had rather hoped everyone had turned into something relatively harmless. Of course the Master would be a cat, though. That Master especially -

"Ha!" He turned to look at the cheetah sprawled out on the grass and suddenly laughed, though it came out as a thoroughly undignified chitter. "Having a little relapse, are we, Master?"

The Master got onto all four paws and crouched low. He growled, deep in the back of his throat. Slowly, he began stalking towards Andrew, inch by inch.

The chittering stopped, and Andrew could feel Märet moving to get a tighter grip on the fur of his back. He drew himself up to his full - if inconsiderable - height, and tried hard not to start barking again.

"Now, Master - no need for that. You can, ah - you can stop that. Any time." He started backing away slowly, trying to keep the Master from getting any closer in his stalking.

The Master pounced, but instead of colliding with Andrew, he went sailing over, landing behind him. Once there, the Master butted Andrew with his head, trying to knock him over.

"Why, Andrew, you seem almost afraid," the Master exclaimed, giving the chuffing sound that, for now, passed as his laugh. "This isn't the cheetah virus and I, at least, transformed into something with dignity!"

"No, don't -!" Andrew tensed to bolt as the Master pounced. The fact that the Time Lord went sailing over his head, though, caused him to abort the motion, and he gave a confused stumble. With his portly little body already off-balance, the Master's headbutt succeeded in knocking his hind end out from under him. He fell heavily, pride even more bruised now than his poor hindquarters.

"I'm not afraid of you!" he lied. "I was just concerned you'd hurt Märet!"

He wasn't about to touch the dignity issue.

"Of course, Andrew, of course," the Master chuffed, purring, now, as he lay back down in the grass. "I still retain my intellect, you know. You're in no danger from me...well, no more than usual!"

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So, you have a Doctor for us?

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Then they can step in whenever they want

predators, meet giant rodent and little rodent

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Oh great :D

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Got to go, more in the morning. Feel free to write around me.

aww <3

G'night! :D

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