Post by leah aiyanna clearwater on Oct 10, 2009 9:56:23 GMT -5
They are the watchers; forever in the dark, forever watching. They live in the spaces between realities making sure that everything goes smoothly, making sure that there are no cross overs. What happens when they're the ones in need of help though? When realities get jumbled? - you're in separate realities for a reason; you aren't supposed to cross over, they stop that from happened. Now they're the ones in need of help, so they've pulled people who can help into their realm - They need your help, will you give it?
This is a multi-fandom RP, meaning you can take any canon character from any fandom (non-cartoon) and throw them into the mix. Please note that if there is already a character from that fandom you will have to stick to the time-line they have set.
The TARDIS landed with a heavy thump than usual, the Doctor looked down at the control panel and sighed. He strode down to the door and pulled it open.
A light breeze blew sand across the landscape, obscuring the distance. Although even with the sand the building all looked deserted. He gazed across the landscape, taking in the abandoned buildings. “While this place has charm, it’s not for me.” He said to himself before walking back into the TARDIS. He flicked a few switches, and then stared puzzled at the console. Nothing happened.
The alarm grill then crackled into life. “I’m sorry Doctor, but you can’t leave. We need your help.” He stared at the grill, willing it to speak again. “Please join us in the building behind you all will be explained.” And with that the TARDIS lurched again, and The Doctor knew it had been moved again. He pushed open the door, seeing banks of consoles in front of him.
He looked out at the banks of consoles. Each showed a separate part of town. One screen showed a fountain and covered market; another looked like a housing area. A third screen showed what looked like banks of warehouses look and another showed an oasis. The Doctor pulled open a covering on the console in front and stared down at the works, a mixture of wires crystals and what looked like an organic gel seemed to pulse within. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and started to probe inside the machine, before a cloud of smoke puffed out and sparks showered from the screen beside him.
He stood up. Looked at the consoles and said quietly to himself “What built you?” A fizz caused the Doctor to stare upwards. A shaft of light came down and a figure appeared within the light. He stared at it; the thing was about 5 foot tall, robed in a rough monk’s style habit. Its knees seemed to be joined the wrong way. The hood was pulled so that it completely covered its face in shadow; the only visible feature was a pair of piecing red eyes. A voice seemed to echo from everywhere at once.
“We are the Watchers in the Dark. We are the protectors of reality; we care for those realities that have sentient life?” The Doctor stared at the projection “What? What?”
“We live in the space between realities, you know it as the void Doctor. We dwell here and prevent massive collapses of reality.” The Doctor stared dumbfounded. “We have worked so long, but now our systems are beginning to crash, our people are all in stasis and this monitoring station is running on auto, but starting to fail. That’s why we need you Doctor.” He glanced back at the open panel, and the unusual systems within. “I’m gonna need help!” The Doctor said aloud to himself. Just at the shaft of light disappeared he heard the voice say. “We shall arrange it.”
The doctor then heard a series of pops of displaced air and the empty monitors were now full of people looking around dumbstruck.
