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torchwoodteaboy) wrote2010-01-16 10:46 pm
torchwoodteaboy) wrote2010-01-16 10:46 pm
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[RL WITH AKIHIKO]
Ianto sat at his computer down in his personal room in the archives--the bowels of the Hub, the closest thing to a domain that Ianto figured he would ever get. He sat back and pinched his nose, frowning against the headache that the fog was causing him. It seemed to be ever-present no matter what he did, and that annoyed him as he tried to work around it. They had to be on top of things--mistakes cost a person dearly in a job such as Torchwood. Ianto had full intentions of going through the archives with Akihiko looking for weapons that might prove useful in fighting against the Shadows regardless of whatever ridiculous headache he had. He stood from the computer to go down to the correct archive section and get ready to let Akihiko in before going through the archives they had with him. For a second, his headache got really intense, and he started to bring a hand to his forehead. And then he changed.
"That's better," Ianto said. And yet it wasn't Ianto. This Ianto had casual clothes, a silver chain around his neck with a Welsh dragon on it, and a five o'clock shadow--like a Ianto that had lived on the streets for a while. But he undeniably looked exactly like the other man.
It seemed that the room changed with him, and in fact the whole archives changed. No longer were they Ianto's archives at all, instead changed to look like a room in an abandoned warehouse, much like the one that they had tried to rescue the whale alien from what seemed like ages ago. It was a place that was very familiar to Ianto; he'd spent many a day as a misguided youth hiding from his life and his responsibilities in this building, in this large open room. He moved to sit on a crate by the wall, grabbing a dirty magazine from the floor and casually flipping through it.
"That's better," Ianto said. And yet it wasn't Ianto. This Ianto had casual clothes, a silver chain around his neck with a Welsh dragon on it, and a five o'clock shadow--like a Ianto that had lived on the streets for a while. But he undeniably looked exactly like the other man.
It seemed that the room changed with him, and in fact the whole archives changed. No longer were they Ianto's archives at all, instead changed to look like a room in an abandoned warehouse, much like the one that they had tried to rescue the whale alien from what seemed like ages ago. It was a place that was very familiar to Ianto; he'd spent many a day as a misguided youth hiding from his life and his responsibilities in this building, in this large open room. He moved to sit on a crate by the wall, grabbing a dirty magazine from the floor and casually flipping through it.
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"Hey there," the shadow replied. It knew it had one advantage over Akihiko and it wanted to make use of it before it was too late. "We're friends, right?" it asked. Akihiko nodded, his eyes still glazed by the charm.
"Well then," the shadow said, chancing a step closer to Akihiko. "Since we're good friends, you don't need that, do you?" it asked, pointing at the ring on Akihiko's finger, the only thing keeping him from a sure victory over the younger man.
((I was hoping you would, so that I could get a chance to do this. :P))
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He brought his hands up and started to turn the ring, starting to pull it off.
But wait...something felt a little odd about it.
He frowned, blinked, shook his head. "I need this ring," he said. "It's special."
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"And you'll have it," the shadow said. "I'll keep it for you. We wouldn't want to lose it when we go upstairs to confront the captain. He's going to take some more persuading to be friends with us, after all."
The spell was going to wear off soon, and the shadow was starting to get desperate. This was its only chance and it was quickly coming to an end. It stepped up level with the fake Akihiko, towering over the two of them. "Just Hand it over, Akihiko, it'll all be fine."
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Then he looked up at the shadow. "No, I don't think so," he said.
And he drew back and punched the shadow right in the solar plexus as hard as he could.
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"You'll regret that!" it yelled. The health of both itself and the shadow child was failing, but it was in its nature to fight back. With a snarl, little shadow Akihiko threw himself at the real Akihiko, fists flying as sure as Akihiko's own would.
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He knew that Ianto's shadow was the target. And if he knew shadows, he knew that if he killed the duplicate, he'd only see it summon a fresh one. He had to concentrate on the main target and try to ignore the weaker one.
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Leaving the little Akihiko shadow to stand back and watch, the shadow clapped its hands to its chest and blow a strong ice spell at Akihiko. True, Akihiko still had the ring on, so the attack wouldn't be as devastating an attack as it would have liked, but as long as the spell hit its target, it would at least do some damage.