OOC: This RP is probably just going to dissolve into an RP in which Rory continues on his streak of punching everyone.

I swear to God, according to this RP he just punched an archangel.

That adds archangel to the list of things he’s punched, which includes a Nazi, HItler, and the Doctor.

All in all, I approve.

Rescue Completed.

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Rory coughed again, wincing at the grit in his throat. He didn’t move from the bed whenever Balthazar pushed him down. He needs to thank the angel later on, when he can move freely.

He lightly pressed around his head, feeling the tender areas around his temples and at the back of his neck.

Amy nodded at Gabriel. “Thanks for helping me save him,” she said, not even shyly. It was upfront and straight because she was simply grateful. She turned and gently opened the door, slipping into the room and shutting it behind her.

Put bluntly, Rory was a mess. The angels had healed him a bit, well, quite a bit, but he still had some injuries. Not wanting to get him too excited, she left the sword leaning against a chair in the corner and moved over to his bedside. “Hey,” she smiled down at him, trying to remain as steady as possible for him. She reached down, gripped his hand but not too hard. Honestly she didn’t know the full extent of his injures. “How’re you feeling?”

Alright, Gabriel said to himself as Amy shut the door behind her. All done. Time to go. No more helping people. But he didn’t move. What was he waiting for? It’s not like there was any reason to stay any longer than he absolutely had to. He had done what the Doctor wanted him to do; he had saved the stupid Roman, even though it wasn’t like he had thrown him in there in the first place. No reason for anyone to throw a hissy fit about it anymore. So why hadn’t he left yet?

The Trickster sighed. He was going soft, that’s why. He’d need to do some good old-fashioned bloody murders when this was over, so he could wash the goody-two-shoes off him. He knocked on the bedroom door, and went in without waiting for an answer. “Thought you might want another dose of mojo before I skedaddled,” said Gabriel. He crossed to the side of the bed opposite Amy and touched Rory’s forehead.

Rory’s heart lifted when he saw that familiar head of red hair. He smiled, “Hi, Amy.” He laced his fingers with hers, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. “I feel like a truck hit me,” he said bluntly, voice still rough.

He perked up when the door opened, then his mouth turned into a fine line when Gabriel stepped through. He blinked at the rush of energy from the simple touch on his forehead, lifting his hand and clenching and unclenching his free hand.

He looked up. “Gabriel.” When the Angel looked toward him, he balled his free hand into a fist and swung, hitting the Archangel straight in the jaw with a loud ‘smack’. The force made his hand ache. “Thank you. Don’t ever touch my wife.” He tightened his grip on Amy’s hand for emphasis.

It was wonderful to see Rory smile. Amy grinned a little maniacally back, immediately happy. It was wonderful to see him speaking, even just moving a little. He gripped her hand and she couldn’t stop grinning. God, it was just… She had expected the worst, had worried so much, and here he was, miraculously alive practically by sheer force of will. “Yeah, well, you look the part,” she said, but a smile still played across her lips. A bit of teasing couldn’t hurt.

Once Gabriel stepped in the whole demeanor of the room changed. It wasn’t quite that Rory glared at him, but the temperature in the room immediately dropped several degrees. Of course, once Rory punched Gabriel, she understood exactly why. He obviously hadn’t forgotten any of the comments.

“Despite what my husband said,” Amy told Gabriel, “I’m pretty sure he’s a bit thankful for, you know, saving his life. Just a bit, of course.” She glances back down at Rory and winks, a playful wink. Nothing can truly express her relief right now.

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He was warm, in a comfortable haze.

His throat hurt. Amy? Where’s Amy?

Rory’s eyes hurt as he squinted them against the blinding light. A surge of panic gripped his heart. Am I still-?

He calmed down drastically when he realized it was the sunlight, coming from the bedroom window. He exhaled softly.

Rory winced in pain as he slowly sat up from his bed. He coughed slightly as he rubbed his forehead. His head was killing him.

“Don’t move too much, Roman.” Balthazar spoke up from where he was sitting in the corner of the room. “We may be powerful, but even an angel couldn’t fully heal everything that happened to you.”

Balthazar stood up, walking towards the door.

“I’ll go tell your wife you’re awake.” He said, turning the door knob. “I was only supposed to be keeping watch until you woke up anyway.”

Balthazar pushed Rory back with his power as the Roman tried to get up again.

“Uh, uh, uh. No. You can’t get up yet.” Balthazar sighed. “I guess it’s time for me to go back and save Martha.”

He took a step out of the door, before remembering something and turning back.

“Oh, and your wife has your angel blade.”

Amy tended not to worry about things too much. However, when her husband was bedridden, and even though she had been assured that yes, he was recovering, and yes, he was going to perfectly fine, she couldn’t help but hover. She paced back and forth right outside his door.

She had felt a little guilty, standing around looking worried, and didn’t want to worry Rory whenever he dragged himself out of unconsciousness.

So instead she stood just outside, the angel blade still clutched in her hand. The point wasn’t that the danger was over. The point was that not only did he make her feel a touch more secure, but it also was probably a good idea to keep the blade well away from Rory until they were sure he wouldn’t go after Gabriel.

She breathed, waiting, swallowing the nervousness rising in her throat. It was going to be fine.

Gabriel was leaning against the wall, watching Amy pace back and forth in front of the bedroom door. “He’s awake, you know,” he said, raising his eyebrows at anxiousness. Well, at the anxiousness mixed with the fact that she was still clutching the angel blade. Not a great combo. “You can go in and see him.  You should, actually, now that Balthy’s gone. Just don’t excite him too much just yet.”

The Trickster wondered how much Rory actually remembered from his ordeal, but he hoped it wouldn’t be much, considering the number of psychic death threats the Roman had shouted at him.

“Go on, he definitely wants to see you more than me.”

Rory coughed again, wincing at the grit in his throat. He didn’t move from the bed whenever Balthazar pushed him down. He needs to thank the angel later on, when he can move freely.

He lightly pressed around his head, feeling the tender areas around his temples and at the back of his neck.

Amy nodded at Gabriel. “Thanks for helping me save him,” she said, not even shyly. It was upfront and straight because she was simply grateful. She turned and gently opened the door, slipping into the room and shutting it behind her.

Put bluntly, Rory was a mess. The angels had healed him a bit, well, quite a bit, but he still had some injuries. Not wanting to get him too excited, she left the sword leaning against a chair in the corner and moved over to his bedside. “Hey,” she smiled down at him, trying to remain as steady as possible for him. She reached down, gripped his hand but not too hard. Honestly she didn’t know the full extent of his injures. “How’re you feeling?”

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Rescue Completed.

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He was warm, in a comfortable haze.

His throat hurt. Amy? Where’s Amy?

Rory’s eyes hurt as he squinted them against the blinding light. A surge of panic gripped his heart. Am I still-?

He calmed down drastically when he realized it was the sunlight, coming from the bedroom window. He exhaled softly.

Rory winced in pain as he slowly sat up from his bed. He coughed slightly as he rubbed his forehead. His head was killing him.

“Don’t move too much, Roman.” Balthazar spoke up from where he was sitting in the corner of the room. “We may be powerful, but even an angel couldn’t fully heal everything that happened to you.”

Balthazar stood up, walking towards the door.

“I’ll go tell your wife you’re awake.” He said, turning the door knob. “I was only supposed to be keeping watch until you woke up anyway.”

Balthazar pushed Rory back with his power as the Roman tried to get up again.

“Uh, uh, uh. No. You can’t get up yet.” Balthazar sighed. “I guess it’s time for me to go back and save Martha.”

He took a step out of the door, before remembering something and turning back.

“Oh, and your wife has your angel blade.”

Amy tended not to worry about things too much. However, when her husband was bedridden, and even though she had been assured that yes, he was recovering, and yes, he was going to perfectly fine, she couldn’t help but hover. She paced back and forth right outside his door.

She had felt a little guilty, standing around looking worried, and didn’t want to worry Rory whenever he dragged himself out of unconsciousness.

So instead she stood just outside, the angel blade still clutched in her hand. The point wasn’t that the danger was over. The point was that not only did he make her feel a touch more secure, but it also was probably a good idea to keep the blade well away from Rory until they were sure he wouldn’t go after Gabriel.

She breathed, waiting, swallowing the nervousness rising in her throat. It was going to be fine.

The Rescue Mission cont.

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Through the haze of unconsciousness, Balthazar felt as something shifted. The balance of power wasn’t the same as it was before. Distantly he hoped that it meant something good for their side.

Gabriel was nearly forced to his knees. Amy was now feeling very, very vulnerable and very, very worried. She aimed the sword at whatever the thing was, not quite swinging, afraid of injuring Rory. With a nod she took Gabriel’s hand, the buzzing fading even more. That was a relief. She exhaled, not moving her gaze from the thing. It almost felt like fighting the Weeping Angels or the Silence - move, blink, look away, and something terrible was going to happen.

Somehow the only other person in the group still left standing somehow found the strength to taunt the thing a little. As he asked for Rory, Amy could feel warmth in her chest, hope filling her. He had to be in there. But then the thing spoke again, still using Rory except it wasn’t Rory in front of her. She had to remind herself of that constantly.

And suddenly Rory… broke through? Managed to take some control? Who knew. “Rory?” she called, wondering if he could hear her. He had to. No matter what happened the two of them could always hear each other. Always. “Rory, is that you? Are… you still in… there?” She tried not to let too much hope color her tone. She didn’t want to get too excited only to be disappointed.

And besides, the fear crawling up her spine wasn’t helping either.

“He is definitely still in there,” said Gabriel, raising his eyebrows in surprise. The fact that Rory had been able to interrupt the thing inside him was impressive enough, but the things he was threatening to do to Gabriel through the tiny mental link were a bit alarming. Hopefully, he wouldn’t try to follow through with any of it once they got him out of here.

The Entity was still poking at Gabriel with its power, trying to find a weak point, and the Trickster didn’t want to give it time to find one. There was only one thing he could think of that might have an effect on it, or at least enough of an effect to get Rory away from it.  He would have to act fast, and Rory would have to be strong for just a little longer, but somehow he knew the Roman could handle it. “Amy,” he said, drawing his archangel blade. “Do me a favor and don’t try to kill me for what I’m about to do. Just trust me.”

“And Rory!” Gabriel called out, stepping forward. His skin tingled with the Entity’s power, but he kept moving forward until he was within reach of the Roman. “I’ve got some fun costumes picked out for her already, so you’d better stay mad!”

Without waiting for any further response, Gabriel stabbed his blade into Rory’s chest, missing his heart by a few inches and hoping it would be enough.

The blade sinking into his chest was a dull pain. But the taunt he heard made his mind scream.

His eyes and mouth opened wide as he roared, bright light pouring from each pore of his skin.

“GET. OUT. OF. MY. BODY.” Rory bellowed, forcing the Being out, feeling like he was falling and being stabbed by multiple needles.

Rory went to his knees, blood dripping from his nose and eyes as he was blinded by the light. He felt one last prod being ripped away before he blacked out.

He felt Gabriel’s worry and fear through their mental link, and that was enough to have him fighting through the haze. He wouldn’t lose another brother today. Not one he cared about. 

It was difficult, like drowning and trying to swim back to the surface, only not knowing which was up or down or sideways. Eventually, though, he neared the edge of the haze, rudimentary senses coming back to him. He felt a great burst of power and that was enough to have him finally pushing through. With a strangled gasp he woke up, to find himself lying on the floor.

With an unconscious Roman mere feet away from him. 

He struggled to get into a standing position. 

“So, what did I miss?”

She blinked at Gabriel. Okay. So maybe saving Rory had been unlikely from the beginning, and this was definitely the last straw. To hell with it. She was going to do whatever she could to save Rory, and not bother with restrictions or limitations. She was Amelia Pond, after all, and a force to be reckoned with once she got going.

Of course, then Gabriel did something that nearly caused Amy to leap forward and drag him away. He lunged forward with his own blade and stabbed Rory, just missing his heart. Her breath caught in her chest and she couldn’t even bring herself to yell. This was what shock felt like. Her heart thudded in her chest and there was an enormous flash of light. She barely looked away in time, the light still blinding her for several seconds.

By the time she recovered, Rory was already unconscious on the ground. Not even bothering to check on Gabriel or Balthazar, she ran over to his body and let the angel blade clatter to the ground next to him, falling to her knees next to Rory. She didn’t shake him but instead lifted him up a little. He wasn’t covered in blood although definitely bleeding. “He’s going to be okay, right?” she directed her question back at the two angels.

Of course, her statement was actually a plea. Please tell me he’s going to be okay.

The Rescue Mission cont.

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Amy grimaced and hefted the sword, still glancing around. This Enochian, whatever it is, didn’t sound like something that she would understand. Perhaps the Doctor would but she most definitely didn’t. It was worse, knowing that something could be going on around here and she didn’t even know, then just standing there and wondering what the noise was. Paranoia crawled up her spine and she almost spun around, checking for movement.

Any sort of movement. It was all very conducive to insanity. Amy took a deep breath and shut her eyes for a moment, focusing. Rory. She was here, and she was not going to listen to whatever Enochian was. She didn’t really want to know if it was deadly or not. All she knew was that it was likely a trap, and she really, really wished the Doctor was here right now, as there weren’t very many people she trusted here.

Then again, trust was relative when you were fighting for your husband. She couldn’t get the nagging buzzing out of her head though, and it was starting to become a little painful again. That was probably bad.

Suddenly Balthazar screamed, a sound of utter torture and pain and agony. Amy stepped away from him, half out of fear and half out of surprise. He fell to his knees and she immediately raised the blade a little, spreading and securing her feet. More on edge then ever. He fell forward, still screaming, losing conciousness. “Oh my God,” she whispered, not sure what was going on at all. For a moment Amy almost threw herself forward to make sure nothing happened to Balthazar, but then there was a voice.

It was Rory but at the same time it wasn’t. “You shouldn’t be here.”

To hell she shouldn’t. Amy slowly turned to face her husband, the blade gripped securely in her hands, trying to ignore the building buzzing in the base of her skull.

Obviously things had just gotten a lot more complicated.

The force hit Gabriel at the same time it hit Balthazar, but luckily what could incapacitate an angel didn’t have the same effect on an archangel. It did, however, have an effect. Gabriel was nearly forced to his knees with the pain of it, and even when it was over, he could feel it, like it was touching him all over, trying to gauge how much more it would take to get rid of him.  He held one hand out to Amy, reinforcing the barrier Balthazar had put on her mind, and kept his Grace carefully tucked away while extending only the barest tendril toward his brother.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I have a nagging suspicion that I really don’t care,” Gabriel retorted. He was scared of this thing, honestly scared, but it didn’t have to know that. It was best to keep it distracted while he checked on Balthazar anyway. “You shouldn’t have that body.”

Balthazar was alive—very very weak, but alive. Good enough for now. Now for Rory. “You still in there, Rory?” Gabriel asked. “Because you and I both know what’s going to happen if you’ve given up.”

He sent Rory a message then, through the same link that he had followed to find the Roman, the same link he had been sending messages through all this time, to keep the Last Centurion fighting.

The Being didn’t move, a smokey substance flowing from It’s eyes and mouth as It studied the group impassively.

“You shouldn’t be h- GABRIEL DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER.”

It stopped, blank eyes wide. That was Rory’s voice. The Being’s forehead creased. It opened it’s mouth…

“I WILL RIP YOU APART, YOU CHAUVINISTIC BIRDBRAIN.”

Through the haze of unconsciousness, Balthazar felt as something shifted. The balance of power wasn’t the same as it was before. Distantly he hoped that it meant something good for their side.

Gabriel was nearly forced to his knees. Amy was now feeling very, very vulnerable and very, very worried. She aimed the sword at whatever the thing was, not quite swinging, afraid of injuring Rory. With a nod she took Gabriel’s hand, the buzzing fading even more. That was a relief. She exhaled, not moving her gaze from the thing. It almost felt like fighting the Weeping Angels or the Silence - move, blink, look away, and something terrible was going to happen.

Somehow the only other person in the group still left standing somehow found the strength to taunt the thing a little. As he asked for Rory, Amy could feel warmth in her chest, hope filling her. He had to be in there. But then the thing spoke again, still using Rory except it wasn’t Rory in front of her. She had to remind herself of that constantly.

And suddenly Rory… broke through? Managed to take some control? Who knew. “Rory?” she called, wondering if he could hear her. He had to. No matter what happened the two of them could always hear each other. Always. “Rory, is that you? Are… you still in… there?” She tried not to let too much hope color her tone. She didn’t want to get too excited only to be disappointed.

And besides, the fear crawling up her spine wasn’t helping either.

weshouldhaveangrysex asked: Good luck. Get hi- them back safely. Including yourself.

Thanks. I’ll try.

It’s not.. looking too good, though.

But I’m going to hope for the best.

weshouldhaveangrysex asked: Hello, Amy. Have you found Rory yet? I'm worrying about all of you... is Balthazar alright? I mean, not that I care about Balthazar... at all... are you alright? Is Rory? Is Gabe? I'm sorry, I'm just nervous. Hm. That's unusual.

Um.

Well.

Balthazar’s sort of… incapacitated. Something about some sort of weird power and Enochian, whatever that is.

Rory is… Well. Sort of possessed. Not sure. He’s still in there, though.

And Gabe’s fine so far…. 

God, I feel like I really don’t know what to do.

ooc: Is anyone even online or…?

ooc: I’m on and irrationally giggling over Rory’s use of ‘you chauvinistic birdbrain’. No big deal.

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The Rescue Mission cont.

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It didn’t hurt anymore. It felt like a cold buzz, at the base of his brain. Like the feel of Novocaine from the Dentist.

He didn’t need to breathe, didn’t need to blink.

Rory’s fingers twitched, feeling a weight behind his eyes.

someone is here someone not wanted

Balthazar looked questioningly at Gabriel, noticing him wince. 

“If it’s getting too loud for you, you can just cut it off.” He raised an eyebrow, then, smirking. “Or do you want me to do that for you too?”

I really should take my own advice, he thought. Closing his eyes to focus on his grace and reaching up to touch his temples, he felt more than saw the flash of energy as the sound was muffled from his ears as well. He began lowering his hands, testing to see if it had worked.

And gave a start when he finally heard what had been around them the whole time.

“Gabriel!” He hissed, turning to look at his brother, a stricken look upon his face. “Gabriel, do it now! And listen!”

He looked over at the girls before looking back to his brother. 

“The humming. It’s Enochian.”

The closer they got to Rory, the less safe Amy felt. The part of her who was used to traveling with the Doctor half-expected an ambush or a battle. Because that was what seemed to happen to be her. Half of the time she hadn’t even caused it - the Doctor offended someone or had some old enemy who took it out on him and everyone traveling with him. There was a certain feeling, a certain tension that always came about whenever something like that happened.

She was getting that feeling and it was making her tense up, her fingers curling around the blade of the sword.

She forced herself to loosen. “Enochian?” she asked curiously, glancing at Balthazar. “That some sort of angel language or something?” 

Gabriel immediately muffled the noise in his own mind, and instantly, he could hear the Enochian clear as day. He knew it had sounded familiar, and he felt like kicking himself for not recognizing it right away. He didn’t even have the excuse of being out of practice with Enochian, because the language of the angels is not something an archangel just forgets, even after a few thousand years of disuse.

“It’s the angel language,” he said to Amy absently. He could barely hear Rory now underneath it. Glancing back at Balthazar, he said what he knew must be on his brother’s mind. “How the hell can it be Enochian?”

How, though, was not the question to be asking, Gabriel realized as soon as he said it. What they should be asking was What was speaking Enochian.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. His mind was in a frenzy.

Run! Run, get away from me, don’t come near me!

His mouth wouldn’t move.

Rory’s eyes blinked and he knew he was lost.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“You know, it might surprise you, but I don’t actually know the answer to everything.” 

Balthazar knew that getting annoyed right now wouldn’t help anybody. Especially getting annoyed at Gabriel, who had done nothing wrong. For human centuries now he had been running away from a mere whisper of Enochian. He was supposed to be dead, after all. It wasn’t conducive to that identity if he was spotted on Earth by his brothers. And now he was supposed to just walk straight into something he had no idea about? It could be a trap. It could be anything.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He wasn’t on the run anymore. He didn’t have to run anymore. He was fighting, alongside his brother, to stop a civil war. He’d known that he’d never be able to avoid his family for long. This was just a stranger way then he’d expected to face up to his brothers. No big deal. 

Balthazar focused on his Grace, extending and stretching it as far as he could reach to try and get a better picture of what they were walking into. The power in this world was far different to any other he’d felt, making it difficult to tell apart what was normal from what was not. 

“Gabriel, I can’t feel an-“

Balthazar screamed and fell to his knees, raising his hands to cover his ears. Pain wracked through his entirety - Through his vessel, through his Grace, through his consciousness; Through every single part of him, and it did not stop. A torture like none other he’d ever felt before, and he’d had his Grace ripped piece by piece from his consciousness. 

He had never felt a power, felt an energy so powerful. Merely brushing against it had caused him so much pain, was continuing to cause him so much pain. Distantly, he observed a high wailing, far off and overrun by the pain he was feeling. With a start he realized that it was his own scream, still being ripped violently from his body. 

As his existence began to flicker in and out, he heard one last thing before blacking out.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Amy grimaced and hefted the sword, still glancing around. This Enochian, whatever it is, didn’t sound like something that she would understand. Perhaps the Doctor would but she most definitely didn’t. It was worse, knowing that something could be going on around here and she didn’t even know, then just standing there and wondering what the noise was. Paranoia crawled up her spine and she almost spun around, checking for movement.

Any sort of movement. It was all very conducive to insanity. Amy took a deep breath and shut her eyes for a moment, focusing. Rory. She was here, and she was not going to listen to whatever Enochian was. She didn’t really want to know if it was deadly or not. All she knew was that it was likely a trap, and she really, really wished the Doctor was here right now, as there weren’t very many people she trusted here.

Then again, trust was relative when you were fighting for your husband. She couldn’t get the nagging buzzing out of her head though, and it was starting to become a little painful again. That was probably bad.

Suddenly Balthazar screamed, a sound of utter torture and pain and agony. Amy stepped away from him, half out of fear and half out of surprise. He fell to his knees and she immediately raised the blade a little, spreading and securing her feet. More on edge then ever. He fell forward, still screaming, losing conciousness. “Oh my God,” she whispered, not sure what was going on at all. For a moment Amy almost threw herself forward to make sure nothing happened to Balthazar, but then there was a voice.

It was Rory but at the same time it wasn’t. “You shouldn’t be here.”

To hell she shouldn’t. Amy slowly turned to face her husband, the blade gripped securely in her hands, trying to ignore the building buzzing in the base of her skull.

Obviously things had just gotten a lot more complicated.