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[hiken]

Who: The Spade Pirates
Where: Nuevo Empieza, an unnamed Military Base
When: 11/29 - 12/1
What: The Spade Pirates fall into a trap
Warnings: V for Violence, R for possible gore
Style: Action!
Status: Closed to Spade Pirates and anyone on Nuevo Empieza

The comments below are going to represent focal points during this plot!

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[lonelygod]

The soldier's jaws drop even further and they take off towards the offices while the Time Lord just keeps walking. The gates are no obstacle, and once outside, he reaches back and clicks off the device, his grip on Selphie loosening slightly. Swords, nails, torches, hinges, screws, pots, pans, and all manner of metal objects caught in his trap fall to the ground with a clattering din, throwing up sparks and catching a bale of hay on fire.

Down the path he goes, confident as you please, all the way to where the getaway skiff is resting. Setting Selphie down, he looks back at the burning fort, a scowl on his face. It takes a minute for him to tear his eyes away, but he does, though his face is still somewhat haunted as he looks down at her. Forcing a smile, he brushes some hair out of her face and pulls out the sonic.

"Right. Now, let's get that lip and eye looked at."

[booyaka_boom]

The loud noise frightens her, and she gives a hard kick of her legs, like she's trying get away from something. The metal clash reminded too much of some of the torture she'd received, the heavy blows that cracked her ribs. In her fright she lets out a tired scream of fear, and when she realises her mistake she holds onto the Doctor even tighter, nails digging for security.

Being put down, careful as it was, hurts too, and she looks like a woman beyond tired with being hurt. When she sees the tool, she starts, flinching away from it. "Wh - what is that?"

[lonelygod]

He looks down with a tired smile, reaching out a hand to hers, offering a squeeze.

"It's called a sonic screwdriver. It's a tool I use to fix things, make things, and heal things. It won't hurt, I promise. Just relax. Trust me."

And then he ever so slowly brings it nearer, a faint whirring sound issuing from it. It, as promised, doesn't hurt, and the cut on her lip seals up almost immediately. Several other small injuries on her face begin to recede as well, and the pain with them. It's not a substitute for time, but it's a start.

[booyaka_boom]

Just in case, she screws her eyes tight shut, though she does trust that he wouldn't hurt her, the idea of having less pain seems almost farfetched now. Along with the unusual sound, comes a slow release of pain. Her face has been hurting badly for days, but now she's actually able to look at him with both eyes. She touches her eye and her mouth gently with her fingers, seemingly pleased with the bad swelling gone. "How...do I look?" And she's serious with the question, remembering the taunts of the soldiers, who messed up her face then were cruel about how it disfigured her.

[lonelygod]

The confusion is normal, he thinks, and he gives her a weak smile. "You look a little bedraggled, but nothing a bath, some good tea, and a warm meal wouldn't fix. You'll be alright, nothing permanent. Still lovely as always."

He pauses, running the screwdriver down a little bit further checking for more serious injuries.

"Sorry I couldn't get here sooner. Had to set all that up."

[booyaka_boom]

The very thought of a bath, and tea, and food, it's all enough to make her eyes swell up with tears, and she nods, agreeing that these things will help. For his efforts, she does manage a small smile for him, exhausted as she is.

"N-no. It's okay. It's good." She watches at he moves the little wand thing, not sure what he's doing, but there's broken ribs and some cuts that might scar down her inner thigh.

[lonelygod]

The Time Lord frowns at the screwdriver as it tells him about the state of her injuries. The scars in particular draw a near growl from him and he looks back up at the fort. Smoke billows up from it, cinders raining down around it in a hellish cloud. He doesn't pick up any internal damage down below, though, which is a relief. That would be cause for him to go back up there and break that vow against killing, probably. No reason to bring it up unless she does though.

"Two broken ribs and some cuts that'll need attention. You'll be alright dear. I can have you back to bouncing around in a few days time. Doesn't look like you were drugged either, which is good. All we've got to worry about now is triage and making sure you don't get an infection."

He rises and pulls a blanket and pillow out from a chest, setting her head down and covering her up so she can watch the fire.

"They'll remember this day. And if they have any common sense, they'll never, ever, so much as think your name again. This will not ever happen to you again. I swear it."

[booyaka_boom]

"B-broken?" Selphie's eyes widen at that piece of news - she'd assumed they were just badly bruised. She looks down at the screwdriver, and back up at him. In better health she'd be squealing about the seemingly magic wand, asking how it works, all sorts of things. But that'll have to wait for later.

Covered with the blanket, she watches the fire with an intense interest. She hopes the others are safe, but would happily watch that entire crew burn to cinders if she could. Her attention is drawn back to him when he speaks, and she hitches a breath to stop herself from crying, "D-Doctor? Th-thank you..." And that would be another thing she would have to do properly another time.

[lonelygod]

"It's alright. Just rest now. Get some sleep."

He nods once, a bit of his usual congenial demeanor returning. One hand reaches up to gently stroke her hair, and he releases a bit of psychic energy. It's not something he does often, but she needs the rest. The last thing she'll hear before she drifts off is a faint humming, an old Gallifreyan lullaby.