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Arya peeked outside through the window while letting the janitor ramble and complain, not paying any mind to his words, most of which she couldn't understand anyway. She felt the boxes start to shake a little bit when the man started climbing on top, making her look back inside to look at him. "Careful!" she called out to him, keeping as close to the wall as she could, refusing to look down for even a second.//ooc: @Joellie Sure go right ahead and start up some stuff for ol' Smithy to deal with. He's still in Siegfried's manor, in the kitchen, trying to make a cure with all those herbs. I'll react to it. :3 You're welcome to practice GMing skills in this any time you want. Enjoy starting season 6 next. ;)
When Arya recognized the device as a tool The Doctor used, the janitor frowned. "It's not a magic stick! Control your daft imagination, girl. It's a screwdriver. And I have it because... uh... he gave it to me so that I could use it to help you." He frowned when he heard Arya tell him not to leave her sword behind, picking it up so he could take it with him. "A weapon to kill really shouldn't be put in my hands," he said, almost darkly, before he began to climb up the boxes after Arya. The boxes shook a little from his weight being a bit heavier than hers, but he eventually made it to the top with her.
"Right, now then, onto our second task," he extended Arya's sword to her and gestured to Arya hoping she would give him back the screwdriver. "We're going to head for my-- I mean, "The Doctor's" TARDIS. I assume he told you about it by now? That will be our means of escape from this godforsaken place." He glanced behind them, seeing more shadows heading their way. "But we must hurry or those things will find us."
She took back her sword and handed over the screwdriver, but not before doing one last thing. For no real reason, she pointed it at the man and pressed the button for a few seconds, with the intent of finding out who he was. The answer just suddenly popped up in her head, as if she just remembered it. "Your name isn't John Smith." After that, she continued to press the button, screwdriver pointed at the man, for as long as he would allow. "... Why won't it tell me your real name?" she asked.
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Siegfried, who had been trying to help out the Doctor by bringing him whatever he needed, was reading one of his books on the sofa until he heard noises from outside. After finding out what its source was, he quickly lowered the blinds and locked the door, then ran over to the kitchen.
"Sir. We are surrounded by Shadows. Some idiot must have let them in somehow... I think they might have s-" He was interrupted by the sound of his window shattering. "Yes... They've seen me. I suggest you take whatever you need and we leave, quickly. We can go upstairs and jump down behind the house through the window, I'm sure they're all near the front. Or we could hide in the basement and hope they pass. What say you, sir Doctor?"