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The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004
March 15th, 2004 17:08
Bond stared at the box in his hand.
He had been debating whether or not to use it for the past two hours since he got home. It wasn't that he didn't believe M; he had been working with her for a while now, and knew that she wouldn't have told him this if she wasn't convinced about it. It was more that some part of him didn't want to believe it. If he used this box, and it worked, than that would be almost a lifetime's principles thrown out of the window. Science fiction would no longer be fiction, but fact... Horror and supernatural would be genuinely there, not just something he read of in books...
Could he do this? Could he actually lead a team whose members included a wizard and a vampire without slipping up? For all he knew, some of them wouldn't take kindly to taking orders from him, like the vampire- he was over two centuries old, why would he follow a man several decades his junior?
On the other hand, he couldn't deny he'd need help. He may be good at his job, but he couldn't handle undead monsters all by himself. He'd need some people with experience with them, and he'd need other fighters capable of fighting the vampires on their own terms.
He needed the other members of the League.
His mind made up, Bond raised the box to his mouth. No need to do anything else to it, he recalled from the instructions he'd been given in the files. He just needed to speak to it.
"Doctor?" he said, feeling a little foolish; this thing didn't even vaguely resemble a radio. "We need your help. We need to recruit your aid in a team of unique men like yourself. Arrive as soon as you get this." He waited a minute or two, and then shrugged before putting it down on a nearby table.
As soon as the box left his hand, a wheezing, groaning sound was heard from outside Bond's room. Peeking out of his door to see what it was, Bond saw a tall blue box being to materialise in his hallway. It was a couple of feet taller than he was, with a small light flashing on the top. There were two small windows on the front of it, set inside its doors. There were similar windows on the other three sides of the box, and there was a small hatch in one of the doors. On the top of the box was written the words: POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX.
The doors opened and a man came walking out.
The man wouldn't exactly blend into a crowd. He was a tall man, maybe a couple of inches taller than Bond, with curly brown hair. He also looked very capable of handling himself in a fight, although his clothes looked like they would be a bit of a cumbrance there; he was wearing a floppy hat, a long brown coat reaching down to below his knees, grey trousers, a white shirt, and a long multicoloured scarf that wound round his neck twice and still touched the ground.
"Well, this isn't one of the fancier locations I've visited," the man commented to himself, looking around. "I wonder who called me here?"
"I did, Doctor," Bond replied, walking out of the door to greet them. "My name is James Bond; I'm an agent of Her Majesty's Government."
"Ah, I see," the Doctor said, looking Bond up and down. "So, you'd be the one interested in...enlisting my services?"
"Correct," Bond replied. "Mysterious assassins are stalking the planet. They're targeting all kinds of major figures in the world. We need your scientific advice in a team of unique men like yourself, led by me."
"Really?" the Doctor said, sounding intrigued. Then, his face hardened. "Just one condition."
"Which is?" Bond asked.
"That I am not expected to wield a gun," the Doctor stated.
"Unless there is no other option, you do not need to wield one," Bond assured him. "So, does that mean you'll accept?"
The Doctor appeared to be considering the offer for a few minutes. Then he smiled and nodded at Bond.
"I will," he replied, holding out his right hand. Bond took it and shook it. "Just promise you'll listen to my suggestions when I give them to you. Would you like a jelly baby, by the way?" he asked, breaking the handshake and pulling a paper bag out of his pocket.
Bond reached into the bag and pulled out a small sweet. He stared at it for a second or two, and then popped it into his mouth and ate it.
"Thank you," he said, uncertain what else to say to his strange new... friend, for lack of a better term.
"You're welcome. So, who else will be on this team?" the Doctor asked inquiringly. "Well, you're the first one I've recruited, but the next one is fairly near here," Bond replied. "He's a wizard, currently residing in a large flat a couple of miles away. Shall we contact him now?"
The Doctor nodded in agreement. "Just one request; can I see the file on him?"
"Of course," Bond replied, passing the requested file over to the Doctor.
After a couple of minutes flicking through the file, the Doctor looked up at the spy and nodded. "He'll be perfect," the Doctor said to Bond.
"What makes you so sure?" Bond asked.
"His branch of magic," the Doctor explained. "There are several kinds of magic, you see, and I know of one kind that has the annoying tendency to use its wielder as much as he or she uses it, until they can't live without it. This one doesn't wield that kind, so he should be more reliable."
"Good," Bond said, as he opened his door and walked out, followed by the Doctor. "Oh, before we leave, don't forget to have my TARDIS transferred to whatever it is we'll be travelling in," the Doctor said, looking back at Bond.
"TARDIS?" Bond asked, looking back at the Doctor.
"The Police Box," the Doctor said, indicating it with his thumb. "I always feel better having it available."
"Very well," Bond said, as he pulled out his mobile phone and sent a quick text to the office.
Next stop, recruiting a wizard.
Feedback: Much appreciated
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004
March 15th, 2004 17:08
Bond stared at the box in his hand.
He had been debating whether or not to use it for the past two hours since he got home. It wasn't that he didn't believe M; he had been working with her for a while now, and knew that she wouldn't have told him this if she wasn't convinced about it. It was more that some part of him didn't want to believe it. If he used this box, and it worked, than that would be almost a lifetime's principles thrown out of the window. Science fiction would no longer be fiction, but fact... Horror and supernatural would be genuinely there, not just something he read of in books...
Could he do this? Could he actually lead a team whose members included a wizard and a vampire without slipping up? For all he knew, some of them wouldn't take kindly to taking orders from him, like the vampire- he was over two centuries old, why would he follow a man several decades his junior?
On the other hand, he couldn't deny he'd need help. He may be good at his job, but he couldn't handle undead monsters all by himself. He'd need some people with experience with them, and he'd need other fighters capable of fighting the vampires on their own terms.
He needed the other members of the League.
His mind made up, Bond raised the box to his mouth. No need to do anything else to it, he recalled from the instructions he'd been given in the files. He just needed to speak to it.
"Doctor?" he said, feeling a little foolish; this thing didn't even vaguely resemble a radio. "We need your help. We need to recruit your aid in a team of unique men like yourself. Arrive as soon as you get this." He waited a minute or two, and then shrugged before putting it down on a nearby table.
As soon as the box left his hand, a wheezing, groaning sound was heard from outside Bond's room. Peeking out of his door to see what it was, Bond saw a tall blue box being to materialise in his hallway. It was a couple of feet taller than he was, with a small light flashing on the top. There were two small windows on the front of it, set inside its doors. There were similar windows on the other three sides of the box, and there was a small hatch in one of the doors. On the top of the box was written the words: POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX.
The doors opened and a man came walking out.
The man wouldn't exactly blend into a crowd. He was a tall man, maybe a couple of inches taller than Bond, with curly brown hair. He also looked very capable of handling himself in a fight, although his clothes looked like they would be a bit of a cumbrance there; he was wearing a floppy hat, a long brown coat reaching down to below his knees, grey trousers, a white shirt, and a long multicoloured scarf that wound round his neck twice and still touched the ground.
"Well, this isn't one of the fancier locations I've visited," the man commented to himself, looking around. "I wonder who called me here?"
"I did, Doctor," Bond replied, walking out of the door to greet them. "My name is James Bond; I'm an agent of Her Majesty's Government."
"Ah, I see," the Doctor said, looking Bond up and down. "So, you'd be the one interested in...enlisting my services?"
"Correct," Bond replied. "Mysterious assassins are stalking the planet. They're targeting all kinds of major figures in the world. We need your scientific advice in a team of unique men like yourself, led by me."
"Really?" the Doctor said, sounding intrigued. Then, his face hardened. "Just one condition."
"Which is?" Bond asked.
"That I am not expected to wield a gun," the Doctor stated.
"Unless there is no other option, you do not need to wield one," Bond assured him. "So, does that mean you'll accept?"
The Doctor appeared to be considering the offer for a few minutes. Then he smiled and nodded at Bond.
"I will," he replied, holding out his right hand. Bond took it and shook it. "Just promise you'll listen to my suggestions when I give them to you. Would you like a jelly baby, by the way?" he asked, breaking the handshake and pulling a paper bag out of his pocket.
Bond reached into the bag and pulled out a small sweet. He stared at it for a second or two, and then popped it into his mouth and ate it.
"Thank you," he said, uncertain what else to say to his strange new... friend, for lack of a better term.
"You're welcome. So, who else will be on this team?" the Doctor asked inquiringly. "Well, you're the first one I've recruited, but the next one is fairly near here," Bond replied. "He's a wizard, currently residing in a large flat a couple of miles away. Shall we contact him now?"
The Doctor nodded in agreement. "Just one request; can I see the file on him?"
"Of course," Bond replied, passing the requested file over to the Doctor.
After a couple of minutes flicking through the file, the Doctor looked up at the spy and nodded. "He'll be perfect," the Doctor said to Bond.
"What makes you so sure?" Bond asked.
"His branch of magic," the Doctor explained. "There are several kinds of magic, you see, and I know of one kind that has the annoying tendency to use its wielder as much as he or she uses it, until they can't live without it. This one doesn't wield that kind, so he should be more reliable."
"Good," Bond said, as he opened his door and walked out, followed by the Doctor. "Oh, before we leave, don't forget to have my TARDIS transferred to whatever it is we'll be travelling in," the Doctor said, looking back at Bond.
"TARDIS?" Bond asked, looking back at the Doctor.
"The Police Box," the Doctor said, indicating it with his thumb. "I always feel better having it available."
"Very well," Bond said, as he pulled out his mobile phone and sent a quick text to the office.
Next stop, recruiting a wizard.