Post by Oldmankrondas on Oct 15, 2010 22:45:26 GMT
Excerpt from the Journals of Professor Martin Doyle: I arrived in Edinburgh this morning after a uncomfortably long journey by carriage. As we approached the Old High School building, I felt a genuine sense of unease in the pit of my stomach. Was Joseph correct? Was he able to bring a man back from the dead? From my religious upbringing I am troubled by the idea of playing God, deciding who should live and who should die. But I cannot help but feel we should not halt the progress of science.
I am sure Joseph and I will discuss this all in depth over dinner this evening before he shows me the results of his experiment.
No further entries...
'I'm sorry...' began Constable Norrie. '...who, may I ask, are you?'
The Doctor outstretched a hand. 'Sorry! Terrible with introductions! I'm the Doctor.' Norrie was reluctant to shake his hand.
'Doctor eh? One of they anatomy types from Surgeons Square?'
'Oh no. I was generally pretty terrible at anatomy at the Academy. I'm a Doctor of...well, a number of things.' He smiled, as he slid his hand back into his raincoat pocket. 'Now, William Hare?'
'William Hare hasn't been seen round these parts for months!' the Constable replied. 'So you can just stop that nonsense right now Mrs Campbell. People are just moving on fae that gruesome business.'
'I'm telling you William Hare is alive and well and he's stalking the Vaults for victims!'
The Doctor arched an eyebrow. 'Tell me Mrs Campbell, has anyone else gone missing from the Vaults?'
She shrugged. 'Not that I know of, but that pair specialised in the ones that widnae be missed. Until they slipped up.'
The Constable put a hand up to stop the conversation in its tracks. 'If William Hare was smart he would have got far and away from this city. There's all sorts of dreadful characters down there Mrs Campbell, you said it yourself.'
Kathleen Campbell bowed her head in defeat. 'So you wilnae dae anything? I wish I'd never sent him after that wee beastie....'
Constable Norrie headed back towards the Cowgate, eyeing up the Doctor as he left. 'Sorry Mrs Campbell, what “wee beastie” would that be?'
Anna could have ran after the Doctor but for some reason she didn't much feel like it. She had been looking forward to a bit of a laugh, some fun at the biggest arts festival in the world but here they were in old Edinburgh, no doubt about to be thrust into another adventure which would result in more people dying unneccesarily. When, Anna wondered, did it stop feeling like they were saving lives? She was shaken out of this dark introspective when the Doctor reappeared from behind the TARDIS. 'Okay. We'll be in 1963 as quick as we can, but there's just one thing to sort out first.'
'Oh yeah? What's that?'
The Doctor cleared his throat, then put on his best gruff Scottish brogue. 'There's been a murderrr...'
Anna rolled her eyes, tried not to let the Doctor see her smile at his daft impression then followed him back up the close.
Constable Norrie found Wullie passed out in the stairway leading to the side entrance of Greyfriars, deciding to move the old drunk on, he poked him in the shoulder with his truncheon. 'Come on now Wullie you know ye cannae stay here.'
Wullie snorted then began to stir to consciousness. 'Oh! Constable Norrie! Thank god!'
The constable could see that the old man was anxious. 'What is it Wullie? What's wrong wi ye?'
He staggered to his feet and gripped the constable by his lapels. 'People on Church grounds after dark, messing with the graves, it's unholy constable. It's nae right!' he was growing more and more anxious now.
'Graverobbers Wullie?'
'That's just the thing though Constable, they wis putting something intae the graves.'
Joseph Fairfax was a lot gaunter than Martin Doyle remembered, granted, the two had not seen each other for some time but he was always a man who had colour in his cheeks and spoke with great passion about the advances in their field. On this spring morning when he opened his door to greet his old friend his skin had a distinct grey tinge, and he was sporting a long black cloak, black leather gloves and his right hand gripped a silver cane for dear life. 'Good morning Martin.' he began. 'So good of you to visit me.'
Martin tipped his hat by way of greeting and shook his friends hand. 'Well when I read your letter I made my travel plans straight away. I mean, bringing a man back from the dead?'
Joseph Fairfax nodded, and placed a gloved hand on his friends shoulder and ushered him inside, keeping a watchful eye out for any possible eavesdroppers. 'Not here Martin, come away inside and we'll discuss it over dinner.'
'So you don't think William Hare has anything to do with it then?' Anna asked as they descended into the Vaults from the Cowgate, the Doctor brandishing a maglite.
The Doctor shook his head. 'Oh absolutely not. There's no real record of Hare's activities after his release, but would he really try the same thing again? I'm more interested in this creature Mrs Campbell saw last night.'
'The silver beastie?' Anna replied in a worse Scottish accent than the Doctors.
'Don't do that.' the Doctor replied with a smirk.
'What? It wasn't nearly as bad as yours!' she punched him on the arm.
'How dare you! I learned my Scottish accent from James Robert Macrimmon, piper to the Clan McLaren. But yes...the silver beastie.'
'What do you think it is?'
'I've got a couple of ideas....none of them particularly appealing.' He replied as they reached their location. 'Just watch yourself down here, there's a fair few unsavoury characters. And that's just the ones from this planet.'
I am sure Joseph and I will discuss this all in depth over dinner this evening before he shows me the results of his experiment.
No further entries...
*
'I'm sorry...' began Constable Norrie. '...who, may I ask, are you?'
The Doctor outstretched a hand. 'Sorry! Terrible with introductions! I'm the Doctor.' Norrie was reluctant to shake his hand.
'Doctor eh? One of they anatomy types from Surgeons Square?'
'Oh no. I was generally pretty terrible at anatomy at the Academy. I'm a Doctor of...well, a number of things.' He smiled, as he slid his hand back into his raincoat pocket. 'Now, William Hare?'
'William Hare hasn't been seen round these parts for months!' the Constable replied. 'So you can just stop that nonsense right now Mrs Campbell. People are just moving on fae that gruesome business.'
'I'm telling you William Hare is alive and well and he's stalking the Vaults for victims!'
The Doctor arched an eyebrow. 'Tell me Mrs Campbell, has anyone else gone missing from the Vaults?'
She shrugged. 'Not that I know of, but that pair specialised in the ones that widnae be missed. Until they slipped up.'
The Constable put a hand up to stop the conversation in its tracks. 'If William Hare was smart he would have got far and away from this city. There's all sorts of dreadful characters down there Mrs Campbell, you said it yourself.'
Kathleen Campbell bowed her head in defeat. 'So you wilnae dae anything? I wish I'd never sent him after that wee beastie....'
Constable Norrie headed back towards the Cowgate, eyeing up the Doctor as he left. 'Sorry Mrs Campbell, what “wee beastie” would that be?'
*
Anna could have ran after the Doctor but for some reason she didn't much feel like it. She had been looking forward to a bit of a laugh, some fun at the biggest arts festival in the world but here they were in old Edinburgh, no doubt about to be thrust into another adventure which would result in more people dying unneccesarily. When, Anna wondered, did it stop feeling like they were saving lives? She was shaken out of this dark introspective when the Doctor reappeared from behind the TARDIS. 'Okay. We'll be in 1963 as quick as we can, but there's just one thing to sort out first.'
'Oh yeah? What's that?'
The Doctor cleared his throat, then put on his best gruff Scottish brogue. 'There's been a murderrr...'
Anna rolled her eyes, tried not to let the Doctor see her smile at his daft impression then followed him back up the close.
*
Constable Norrie found Wullie passed out in the stairway leading to the side entrance of Greyfriars, deciding to move the old drunk on, he poked him in the shoulder with his truncheon. 'Come on now Wullie you know ye cannae stay here.'
Wullie snorted then began to stir to consciousness. 'Oh! Constable Norrie! Thank god!'
The constable could see that the old man was anxious. 'What is it Wullie? What's wrong wi ye?'
He staggered to his feet and gripped the constable by his lapels. 'People on Church grounds after dark, messing with the graves, it's unholy constable. It's nae right!' he was growing more and more anxious now.
'Graverobbers Wullie?'
'That's just the thing though Constable, they wis putting something intae the graves.'
*
Joseph Fairfax was a lot gaunter than Martin Doyle remembered, granted, the two had not seen each other for some time but he was always a man who had colour in his cheeks and spoke with great passion about the advances in their field. On this spring morning when he opened his door to greet his old friend his skin had a distinct grey tinge, and he was sporting a long black cloak, black leather gloves and his right hand gripped a silver cane for dear life. 'Good morning Martin.' he began. 'So good of you to visit me.'
Martin tipped his hat by way of greeting and shook his friends hand. 'Well when I read your letter I made my travel plans straight away. I mean, bringing a man back from the dead?'
Joseph Fairfax nodded, and placed a gloved hand on his friends shoulder and ushered him inside, keeping a watchful eye out for any possible eavesdroppers. 'Not here Martin, come away inside and we'll discuss it over dinner.'
*
'So you don't think William Hare has anything to do with it then?' Anna asked as they descended into the Vaults from the Cowgate, the Doctor brandishing a maglite.
The Doctor shook his head. 'Oh absolutely not. There's no real record of Hare's activities after his release, but would he really try the same thing again? I'm more interested in this creature Mrs Campbell saw last night.'
'The silver beastie?' Anna replied in a worse Scottish accent than the Doctors.
'Don't do that.' the Doctor replied with a smirk.
'What? It wasn't nearly as bad as yours!' she punched him on the arm.
'How dare you! I learned my Scottish accent from James Robert Macrimmon, piper to the Clan McLaren. But yes...the silver beastie.'
'What do you think it is?'
'I've got a couple of ideas....none of them particularly appealing.' He replied as they reached their location. 'Just watch yourself down here, there's a fair few unsavoury characters. And that's just the ones from this planet.'
