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THIS IS IMPORTANT I DO HAVE RP RULES. THEY ARE FOUND IN GUIDELINES ON MY PAGE. PLEASE READ THEM BEFORE MESSAGING ME! ALSO I DON’T RP WITH OR FOLLOW PEOPLE ON PERSONAL BLOGS. IT CLUTTERS MY DASH WITH THINGS AND I WON’T BE ABLE TO KEEP TRACK OF THINGS FROM PEOPLE I INTERACT WITH.
“You remembered? You travel through time and space, and of all the dates you could’a picked to set yourself a reminder for, you remembered my birthday?"
Not like he’s going to complain, anyway; he eyes the pie with an expression that could best be described as a mixture between predatory and kid-in-a-candy-store. Before opting to devour it, however, he looks up at the Timelord.
“You want some? We can share.”
And that’s huge, Dean Winchester sharing his pie.
“Well, of course I did! Always loved a good party. Well, not exactly a party here as there’s just you and me. But we’re lively enough put together to call it that, eh?” He grinned and leaned himself back, crossing his arms. He was quite pleased with his little set up, even if it was a single slice of pie. By no means, was he responsible for making it, though. “Aw, c’mon. Really? Fine. But do take the bigger half of it,” he smirked. “Sorry that it had to be -pumpkin- though. Couldn’t find apple or even cherry.”
"So. Your name. Is The Doctor. But you have... No medical license... Right?"
“Well, one would hope if he was calling himself ‘The Doctor’, he would have some sort of paper saying he was actually a Doctor...” It wasn’t an answer, really, but he could hope it was enough to satisfy her curiosity.
It’s been a while since she’s pursued a witch who was worthy of her time.
Dlanor surveys the fragment’s entrance. It’s a simple hole offering a peek into a nebula of medieval chaos and destruction. Screams pepper proximity and distance. Terribly barbaric, down to the tall bloody spires and crumbling buildings. At face value, it’s easy to find and seal. Other district agents, however, have failed to return from here alive.
A glance to her aides would ensure the former in the event that the Chief Inquisitor might perish. She resolves upon willingly entering unholy ground, however, that the latter won’t be the case. Her presence will alert the furniture guarding the gateway, and grotesque monstrosities are expected, so she appears with a flash of light, sword at the ready.
She wasn’t prepared, though, to be met with humans swarming around a blue police box that she hadn’t seen for a long time.
The mortals turn her way with an odd gleam in their eyes, and she regains her composure just as one lunges at her. It’s cut down without a second thought, down to the skeletal creature inhabiting its body. Magma boils beneath her porcelain complexion. Dlanor certainly received her expectation of grotesque monstrosity; how many had this witch created to possess the mortals of this fragment?
Another two join the floor before Dlanor dashes out the nearest exit, a smashed window just to the side. A chase undoubtedly pursues as she weaves through rubble and corpses, but she’s counting on it. There’s no sight of the long-coated man who pilots the contraption she left. Did he trap himself in there, or had he run off deeper into the fragment? Was her target pursuing him?
The archbishop hopes that the latter isn’t the case, though it seems it was the more plausible option. There’s no physical trail but the one she leads behind her. Magic permeates the air, though, wafting in the rank aroma of blood and heresy.
She follows it; has to. This witch will die by her hand, or else someone else she knows might fall prey instead.
There were consequences to fighting a witch who had lived beyond a thousand years, dying of boredom, awaiting one single foolish non-human to step within her domain. One would say that it was an unfortunate fate but for one such as the old Time Lord that had seen plenty of devastation, it was a normalcy. Why would such destruction have to be normal? One hardly had to confront an entirety of destruction, complete wiping off the face of the universe. Yet, here he was contemplating such while he carried himself along the console of his wayward machine. But no, these dark shapes, these animals that stood on two legs- they were peculiar, things that for once the Doctor had to admit that he had never seen in his LIFE. They were literally trying to eat the TARDIS, wipe it from existence. The Doctor could do nothing more as the black wave of creatures surrounded the blue police box, trying to get what it held within its confines. The Time Lord did not know what else he could do but perhaps leave but his gut was twisting tightly, his mind racing and yelling that he should hold on for just a little bit. Salvation would come to those deserving of it but he was not one to hold himself in such high regard. No, he was the one who was often the savior. This wasn’t going to come to pass. And yet, even as he lingered over the controls with his head down, sweat beginning to bead along his hair line, he still couldn’t muster the motivation to pull any lever or press any button. What more could he do? Was this truly the power of a witch? Sending these strange beasties after him… perhaps he had truly overstepped it this time! But he had a feeling. A laughter, wild and elated, broke through his consciousness that made him stomach do a flip. He really felt sick at its sound. The Doctor whipped around on his heels, brown eyes narrowing. No, it hadn’t been his voice that he had heard. It hadn’t been one he was familiar with. But he felt a fire light in his belly that told him to attempt going outside. With as much gall as he could muster, he ran to the door and tore it open, ramming one of the suited goats. It was like parting a dark and endless sea; he heard himself shouting but could not believe what he was doing. It was not often he reflected and found himself bewildered by the possibilities of his own actions. But here he was. He caught a glimpse of blue and purple in the distance. Could it be…?
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“Took a good hour to find a candle. I figured it might be for the best if I didn’t try lighting it.”
Do you have any rules for rping?
Yes I do~ They are http://the-lonely-traveling-doctor.tumblr.com/rules here.
comes onto my doctah blog to post this about moffat leaving doctor who
I apologize for my brief absence. One of my very best friends has moved out of state and everything is returning to the grind on Monday. I will work on things in between working on my dissertation tomorrow.
“A week later, and I still feel I have attended some of the best New Years gatherings in the universe. I might still be recovering.”
indie tenth doctor rp ✵ crossover friendly ✵ semi-oc friendly ✵ 10 years rp experience
indie tenth doctor rp ✵ crossover friendly ✵ semi-oc friendly ✵ 10 years rp experience
If anyone would like to plot, feel free to shoot me a message!
There's quite a large giftbox bearing the crossed keys of the Great Court of Heaven's 7th District. Opening the box reveals a chocolate cake of moderate size; cutting into it also reveals a decadently molten center.
At first, the old Time Lord was wary of the box that sat there in the console room. How did it manage it’s way inside the TARDIS? Perhaps there was something supernatural at work. However, he recognize the symbol atop the lid and went over to it. Leaning forward, he scooped it up and played it onto the console before revealing it’s contents. A playful smile spread across his face. “Ah, so she remembered…”
There’d been a noise in the background, one that Dean could only distantly remember, not because the memory was unpleasant, but because it had been so incredibly long, he’d almost forgotten the sound of that familiar blue box that looked so out of place in their all-American setting. He’d initially looked around for any sign of it, but after failing to spot it, he’d practically scolded himself for his illusions and blamed it on the wind. Moments later, the voice cut through the silence, and he knew that he’d been right all along.
Pivoting on the heels of his boots, Dean turned to face the man, his mouth instantly forming the widest grin at the sight of him. He wouldn’t lightly admit it, but he’d missed that limey-sounding fella.
“Doctor. Man, it’s been years. —How long’s it been for you?”
There was no answer to the latter question. No need to spoil reunions with bad news just yet. Needless to say, he and Sam had been trying to keep the Earth safe, but the Darkness was another challenge altogether. He half wondered if the Doctor couldn’t trap her in some space-time vacuum and get that over with.
He had hesitated as Dean turned, fearing that maybe he had been forgotten after all of these years. How long had it been, really? A few years were not but a blink of his eyes while to a human, was a lot longer. His grin quickly returned however when Dean met him with a grin of his own. “Ahhh, well...” The Doctor trailed off as he raised a hand to count on his fingers but to no avail. It had been so long that he hadn’t been keeping track. He had hopes that coming back to a time from which he originally went away that he wouldn’t be missing much. In the end, he gave a curt shrug to show he actually had no answer to Dean’s question before crossing the way to be at a conversational distance to him. “Let’s just mark it up for the experiences making it seem so long.” His smile flinched slightly. “Did a bit of soul searching, if you will.” “So! Been getting a few strange readings. I’m here now. What’s been going on?” He was almost fearful to ask. What if this planet needed him and he had been off on holiday for far too long?
Oi, if anyone would like to plot, please don’t be shy to ask me via message. I would like to get back into the swing of things! I hardly, if ever, will write mass starters for followers.
been feelin the badfeels lately
