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The Doctor ([personal profile] timeschampion) wrote in [community profile] sixwordstories2013-12-25 01:29 am
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My perspective on life is different.
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[personal profile] greatness 2013-12-25 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
How can you know for sure?
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-12-26 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
How...so?

[R's slouching forward, curious]
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[personal profile] greatness 2013-12-26 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I guess so. [ There's a pause, and his brow wrinkles. Peter's not exactly the world's most sensitive person, but... ] Hey, you okay?
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-12-27 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[He's having a little trouble following just who he's talking about. In his defense, he's a zombie. Plus there's no such thing as Time Lords in the post-apocalypse]

Different is...good. [R pauses, frustrated at his groaning] Change. Healthy?

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[personal profile] greatness 2013-12-27 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Pete finds himself smiling back. It seems like it'd just be intrinsically hard not to be at ease around this guy. ] Yeah, I do that sometimes too. Cool cane.
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[personal profile] relative_dimensions 2013-12-28 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Of course it is. Don't be stupid.
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[personal profile] relative_dimensions 2013-12-28 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose so. So many people, content to live their little lives, never looking up. The question is--[And she pauses for effect. She's gotten good at that.] Where are you coming from?
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-12-28 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
[There's something weird about how this man speaks: he speaks so far that R's left breathless and, at the same time, he likes how he talks. How he rolls the sounds in his mouth, how he enunciates his syllables; talks more than he has to. It's very...extinct. People usually don't waste their breath like that.

Color R intrigued. He leans forward to stare at the Doctor, the hat tipped at a slight angle, the umbrella that doesn't' look like it's ever killed a zombie before
]

Like...look? [Now R's just confused. Like seriously. Who thinks corpse-grey is a fashion statement?] Film...? I don't...guh-get.

[Although he can agree that being stuck sucks. It doesn't matter if you're alive or dead, it just sucks]
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[personal profile] relative_dimensions 2013-12-28 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[She shrugs.] It's still small. An event happens, timelines ripple out. Not everybody only lives with the one consequence or path. Some have to deal with more. Or everything.

[The Doctor's staring bothers even her. Rassilon, he's good at that.]

Themis. I'm a soldier. Maybe. Sometimes. Don't want to be.
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[personal profile] relative_dimensions 2013-12-30 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Multiverse. [It's a gentle correction, but an important one. Semantics are vital on Gallifrey, as they are when their children interact with the rest of the universe.

She stands up a little bit straighter when he asks her, direct.]


When I take orders, [Emphasizing that she doesn't always do so] I report to the Time Lords.
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[personal profile] relative_dimensions 2013-12-30 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a small smile that tugs at the corner of Themis' mouth. She wasn't sure if this was, in fact, the Doctor. Her memory banks are...temperamental.

She shakes her head.]
No. The Time Lords don't know I'm here. Or they don't care, which is extremely unlikely. I'm breaking at least three of their major Laws of Time, finding you like this.
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-12-31 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[There's something about the Doctor's look that makes R nervous. Like not super nervous. He's not capable of that anymore, no spikes of emotion. But there's a little hill of general anxiety, as if the Doctor can look into his dead man's eyes and see all the people he's killed.

R drops his eyes guilty
]

On...mark. [R's trying to (badly) steer the subject away from him] What's...Holly-wood...like?
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[personal profile] relative_dimensions 2014-01-01 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
You have it easy. [She was created for battle, for any mission in their wars that the Time Lords need. Her circuitry is programmed to be unable to disobey orders from the War King. She's allowed some occasional levity and freedom. Occasionally.

She curls her legs up underneath her, crossing them neatly. Her position otherwise doesn't change, and Themis hovers neatly, keeping her eye contact. She doesn't blink much.]


I call myself Themis. I am a Type One-Zero-Three TT Capsule. I am from eons in Gallifrey's future, and I need your help.
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[personal profile] relative_dimensions 2014-01-02 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Comparatively speaking. Some have it easier. [Much, much easier. A plant, for instance, is rarely menace and bothered by the High Council.

Her lips quirk into a smile, one that doesn't reach her eyes. It's the simple pleasure of being recognized, and the unmentioned interest and respect contained in the Doctor's 'ah.']


Gallifrey is at War. I dare not speak the name of our Enemy, but that's neither here nor there. I have been tasked to spy on an outside entity and, if necessary, ensure that they will not enter the battle.
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[personal profile] relative_dimensions 2014-01-02 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
When one refers to you as 'the Doctor,' nobody asks which Doctor. And when one refers to the Enemy, nobody asks for specifics. [She shifts a bit, uncertain, and for the first time, showing distress. Fear, to be exact.] Words...are elusive. Stupid language, so limited. To name the Enemy, to attempt to describe them, is to assume they have limits. To assume that they can be contained.

Besides. [She shrugs, lightly.] I can't tell you too much. I found you to ask your advice in a single matter. The nature of the Enemy is irrelevant.
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[personal profile] shambler 2014-01-03 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
[R frowns, a little crease forming between his eyebrows. It's not the usual expression for a zombie: usually it's the classic blank "how'd I die?" look. The Doctor just brings out the new and unusual out of people apparently]

But...sto-ries. New?

[R vaguely remembers actors, celebrities. Being invested. It's hard to bother with being invested these days when you're surrounded by nameless, shuffling corpses. R latches onto the other bits the Doctor mentions, the ones that still seem like they could be important]

Fav...orite...movie? [That's what they're called. R remembers movies if not their names or dates. He looks expectantly at the Doctor now]
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[personal profile] relative_dimensions 2014-01-06 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
But what about other doctors? Orthodontists, dentists, chiropractors--they exist. You're not a Doctor, you're the Doctor. And they're not an enemy, they're the Enemy. Definite article.

Your future self is...indisposed. Busy. [She pauses a minute, before she sighs.] No, those are lies. Dead.

Tell me about Fenric.
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[personal profile] shambler 2014-01-07 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Classics? R gets the impression he likes classics, he likes Frank Sinatra's croons, Elvis's A Little Less Conversation. R seems to come slightly more alive at that, his shoulders straightening from where they've collapsed into his usual hunch]

Like...those. But... [R frowns. He doesn't know if he's seen that movie] Can't...re-remember.

[He'd love to, though! R looks hopefully at the Doctor. Would it be too creepy if he asked him to show him? Too early? R's rusty at this conversation stuff]
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[personal profile] shambler 2014-01-15 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[R has no choice but to totter after him, doing his best to keep up: despite the fact he stands head and shoulders over this man, he's still having difficulty keeping pace. Movies, his memory (he really thinks he can fix a zombie's memory?), and introductions. It's like following a living whirlwind.

He rocks to a stop as the Doctor suddenly offers a hand at him. R looks down, hesitant, trying not to think about taking a little nip out of his palm. Keep his biting to himself. After a long pause, R takes the Doctor's hand and wobbles it up and down in the weakest handshake of all time.

It's been awhile
]

Rr. Can you...do all...that? [R's just finding it hard to believe, that's all. The post-apocalypse isn't exactly a hopeful place]
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[personal profile] relative_dimensions 2014-01-21 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
That's what the records say. [She puts her feet back down on solid ground and follows him. Here they are: the soldier bred for a Time War, and Time's Champion. Themis' feet don't leave footprints.]

The Time Lords fear that He may enter the War personally. No pawns, no possessions. Just Him. And if He does, so the Great Old Ones will follow.