(Happy Mother’s Day everybody!)
(I’ll be offline today spending time with my ma.
Enjoy your day and come visit the doctor tomorrow~
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You Could Call Me Doctor Love
Yeah. Hey. I'm Owen Harper, doctor for Torchwood Three. If you're looking for a good time, you're in the right place.
((Independent RP blog.
Open to RPing with anyone. Can be NSFW.
Alrighty. Hey there guys. I have decided to get back into this RPing business so bare with me if I seem a bit rusty, but feel free to start RPing with me.))
“Paging Dr. Harper, paging Dr. Harper.”
The Master smiled and stood up, walking over to Diane. “You see your friend here? We came across each other, both lost in time. I found my way back here, after an encounter with a different kind of Doctor. I can’t fight him like this. I need a proper form. But, oh we Time Lords have good memories. I offered her a chance, to get her out of the horrid void. All she had to do was help me. She agreed.” Diane’s eyes flashed blue again, as she stood motionless as he walked around her.
“These noble men and women of council, swore an oath to protect their city. I told them that I would lay waste to it, lest they help me get one person here, so I may talk to them. They agreed.” He smiled, as each and every member followed him with their eyes as if in a trance. He dropped down so he was standing over Owen, who was kneeling before him forcefully.
“Now I am making you an offer Dr. Harper. Help me, I will leave this tiny little place, I have a fight with a man of medicine, that man however is not you. All I ask is that you help me get what I need, and I will give you what you need.” Diane walked behind Owen, shooing away the hands of the councilmen kissing along his neckline. “I am trying to be nice, I am putting this in your hands Owen, I need your permission to take control. Just know if I don’t get it from you, I will move on to another. Ianto. Gwen. Tosh. If I have to face the Captain himself again I will do it.”
Diane worked her hands into Owen’s front pocket while the Master knelt down to Owen’s level. “What you have to ask yourself is, how many people have to die for me to get what I want? If you say yes, and all goes well, only one person. And you heard him die. I have fought the Doctor many times here, he has homefield advantage, I don’t like that.” Diane’s hands began to tug at Owen’s belt, as she nibbled on his ear. “So tell me Dr. Harper, are you going to help me? Or do I have to go make a cup of coffee?”
His entire body shuddered and tensed at the loving touches of Diane. He’s mentally strong, but this kind of torture wears on him the most. He feels like a trained dog; the treat is right there in front of him, beckoning to him to take it, but he knows that the decision to give in would prove the worse decision he could ever make.
Owen shook his head and peered up at the Master, “No and you’ll have even worse luck trying to convince the others to let you in. I’m the weakest mentally of them all.” He grinned, “And if you can’t successfully get me to agree with you, well then you’re a pretty horrible vilian.”
“Paging Dr. Harper, paging Dr. Harper.”
Owen glared at the insane time lord, his body was aching from being thrown across the room and he couldn’t yet stand on his own because of the aftershocks of his slight electrocution. He snarled at the Master, “Fuck off.” He knew that nothing good could come from this encounter so Owen figured that he could at least keep the satisfaction of a reply to the other man’s question from him.
The Master frowned at him, “aw Owen, now this game is not gonna happen if you don’t play along. You see I have this issue.” He put his fingertip underneath Owens chin, pulling him intimately close to his face. “I am in a constant state of death, that’s why I can shoot all these cool stuff and what not! But the problem is, that by doing this I am draining my own life energy. What I need is a stable source of life, that will keep me from dying. A simple blood sample will do. And I happen to know one person who very annoyingly will not die. And as Prime Minister I know it is policy to keep a sample of blood so what I am asking is, pretty please help me get into Torchwood?”
Owen got a disgusted look on his face at this request. “You have got to be kidding me. No. I will NEVER help you get into Torchwood.” He spat in the face of the other man, “Now would you kindly bugger off? I have plenty of better things to do than listen to your drabble.”
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Well, hello there. Who might you be beautiful?
Hm, keep it in your pants love boy. My name is Doctor River Song.
Oh, someone’s a bit spicy, aren’t they?
I’m doctor Owen Harper and it is a pleasure to meet you Miss Song.
Spicy? Hm, I guess you could use that term on me. And the pleasure is all mine Dr.Harper. Now, I have been getting some rift activity here in Cardiff. Are my findings correct?
Oh, you are more than just a pretty face, aren’t you dear?
You would be correct, but I’m sure that you already knew that.
“Paging Dr. Harper, paging Dr. Harper.”
Owen was making his way to the Hub to hide out as he said he would when he heard the horrible screech of the PA system blare through the streets of Cardiff. He shivered and went to go down into the Hub despite the demands the Master was yelling until he heard the screams of a man. This scream in pain set him running in the direction of Downing Street.
He ran through the now paniced streets of the city, winding through back alleyways and backstreets to cut down on time until he reached the scene the Master had set up. He froze when he saw Diane, “H-how?” he muttered, out of breath from running across town.
A blast of bioelectrcity hit Owen, sending him flying into a bookcase across the room. “You are stupid aren’t you?” The Master said, almost as an afterthought, before hopping ontop of the table, offering his hand to Diane, she took it and gracefully they began to waltz on the table. With a snap of his fingers The Master had the Spongebob Squarepants themesong playing, which they danced to appropriately. Two of the old councilmen walked over to Owen and picked him by the arms dragging him over to the table. “What do you say Owen? You like to waltz? Or do you like stuff a little bit more, intimate?” The Master said, springing Diane down like they were tangoing. Opening his mouth a councilwoman threw a rose into his mouth. “That’s not why I brought you here though.” He spat out the rose and dropped Diane unceremoniously. He sat with his legs hanging over the table and stared at Owen, he just smiled at him.
“And how is the doctor today?” He quimed as if enjoying a private joke.
Owen glared at the insane time lord, his body was aching from being thrown across the room and he couldn’t yet stand on his own because of the aftershocks of his slight electrocution. He snarled at the Master, “Fuck off.” He knew that nothing good could come from this encounter so Owen figured that he could at least keep the satisfaction of a reply to the other man’s question from him.
Well, hello there. Who might you be beautiful?
Hm, keep it in your pants love boy. My name is Doctor River Song.
Oh, someone’s a bit spicy, aren’t they?
I’m doctor Owen Harper and it is a pleasure to meet you Miss Song.
“Paging Dr. Harper, paging Dr. Harper.”
“Please come to Downing Street.” The Master spoke over the PA system, for all of Cardiff to hear. He walked slowly, back and forth around the table. Various people of grand influence in Cardiff were gathered around. At the had of the table, a Caucasian woman sat at the head, humiliatingly admonished with a sickly antenna. The Master could only grin at Diane Holmes. He hopped up on the table and sat across from her, “oh darling I am so sorry you had to come all the way from 1953, but really I do need your help with this. His eyes flashed, and something blue and mysterious behind her eyes flashed as well. The Master smiled, before turning and hopping off the table and grabbing the intercom again.
“Dr. Harper! Your patients are waiting!” He said as he put his hand on a councilmen, electrocuting him to death as his death screams blared over the system.
Owen was making his way to the Hub to hide out as he said he would when he heard the horrible screech of the PA system blare through the streets of Cardiff. He shivered and went to go down into the Hub despite the demands the Master was yelling until he heard the screams of a man. This scream in pain set him running in the direction of Downing Street.
He ran through the now paniced streets of the city, winding through back alleyways and backstreets to cut down on time until he reached the scene the Master had set up. He froze when he saw Diane, “H-how?” he muttered, out of breath from running across town.
Q
Owen, he has tortured Jack successfully before. I want you to hide. Alright? Go to the Hub and keep yourself off the radar.
A
Well, alright. I’ll head that way. You stay safe too Gwen. Who knows what that lunatic will do.
You Could Call Me Doctor Love: almostnotquitethedoctor: doctorofthree: almostnotquitethedoctor:…
Portsmouth? You…
I’m a… spy.
A what?
Are you serious?
Yes, I’m a spy. Why do you want me to prove it?
Well if you’re offering, sure. Go ahead.
