Mystery

The Plague Doctor was thinking, thinking or indeed doing anything that would have to be spoken in loose terms to apply to the Plague Doctor; because what he or any of his kin did would be almost impossible to describe in human vocabulary, but for the outside world he seemed to be lost in thought

At the moment his mind was occupied on the concept of life, he had seen it in so many different forms and so many different styles; the sheer vastness of it just left him to wonder. He enjoyed the prospect of life, it being the difficult subject to study... To control and subjugate. He wondered what made it the free spirited being it was.. 

He  would have continued his mental soliloquy, had not a noise called his attention.

It was a rhythmic drumming of something running, something fast and getting close. The Plague Doctor turned his ivory white face and was immediately sent to the floor by a tackle that would have collapsed a building; The Plague Doctor, however, was not easily fazed by such thing. He stood up again, drawing a long black cane from within the recesses of his robe. With great agility, the masked man grabbed and threw its attacker, who was viciously tearing at him with enormous rusted claws.

 

The creature recovered from the attack. It was righting itself and turning for another tackle. What could be taken as a surprised gasp left the expressionless beaked mask. That malnourished dog-like frame... Those claws... Those unblinking orbs of darkness...

 

On the time the dark surgeon tried to get logic to this, the animal leaped for another tackle. However, this time, the Rake's lunge was caught on the end of the cane, which buried itself deep in the Rake's chest. The creature furiously clawed at his damaged body, trying to remove the cane. It was ready for another attack, but its prey was already gone.

The attack was unprecedented, seemingly without motive and vicious. In essence, the antithesis of everything the Rake represented. It would make a carefully calculated and planned attack look vicious but, from the moment the Whisperer roared at him, the Doctor realized that this was just a brutal attack, fed by raw violence and a ruthlessness that only an animal would have.

The place the Plague Doctor had teleported was an informal meeting spot of sorts, it wasn't really anywhere, at least not to anyone looking for it using the normal 5 senses, but such a trait made it an excellent neutral ground. The Physician arrived to find the ever suspicious eyes of the Wooden Girl, the straight shadows of the Nightlanders, the imposing form of Slender Man and the bright light of the Burning Bride.

They were not particularly surprised by the news, because surprise was an alien concept to them. However, there was a certain amount of anger and discontent.

 

The Fears that were currently there represented what could be kindly described as the conscientious ones, although that was a generous term. The Wooden Girl simply wanted everyone to play by the rules, because not playing by the rules meant someone was having more fun than her; the Nightlanders were increasingly worried about the "disarray" they were feeling. The other two's reasons were a mystery, specially the Bride. Seeing her in such context was specially jarring... And the mask of worry in her face only furthered that opinion.   

 

Regardless it was a good turnout, mostly because gathering more than two Fears in any one place was akin to putting two honey badgers (each one angrier than the other) in a sack.