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“You’d think we would be used to these things by now,” Braxiatel sighs, giving… his other self a look of bemused exasperation. It’s certainly not the first time this has happened to him, though it’s not immediately obvious where this other Irving Braxiatel is in his own timeline, and Rassilon only knows where things have deviated to lead them each on their own path.
“But then, when have we ever done what is expected, hmm?”
He shrugged, It wasn’t the weirdest thing for him to witness, He’s witness even weirder in this universe alone, never mind other universes.
“Never. Not to my knowledge. As long as our brother doesn’t get wind of our rebellious side, id do anything that is needed. Now, Would you like some Tea?”
Thanks to the inscription on the facade, we know that the library of Ephesus was built in honor of Tiberius Julius Celsius, by his son, the Roman consul Tiberius Julius Aquila (110-135) The library stored 12 000 rolls and it appeared as a monumental tomb for Celso.
The Library Bar, Auckland, NZ
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i am a slow roleplayer. not only do i get distracted easily, i get overwhelmed easily. sometimes i can’t talk and do drafts at the same time so i am sorry if i ignore your message. i am deliberate and methodical with every word choice. i like to spend my time on my writing and getting to that emotional level within myself to evoke a proper response with each reply. i’m not good at whipping out thread after thread. i never have been. i’m sorry if that’s the way you roleplay and i don’t match up, but i like to think the quality of the writing makes up for my lack of speed. thank you so much!
"Ağır ağır ölürler; okumayanlar, müzik dinlemeyenler, vicdanlarında hoşgörü barındırmayanlar." - Pablo Neruda
{open rp}
“I mean, how would I know where it is? And how do you loose something like that? Shouldn’t you have a tracker on something so valuable? And why do you expect it to turn up at the Collection? And interrupt me during my break.”
“It was your brother’s fault.” The Master said. “I’ve been searching for it for quite a few, and I’d rather not make a new one. I have fond memories of that TCE. You’re the only person who knows what it is and would want it.”
Brax tuts in annoyance and puts his desert down on his desk. “And why would i even give it to you? So you can go an play Cat and Mouse with my Brother again? What if you actually kill him this time.”
“You know as well as I do that he enjoys being the good guy, enjoys beating me. Do you think I come up with needlessly complicated plans for no reason?” The Master asked, taking the dessert.
“What you two do in your private time, has nothing to do with me.” she grouched and snatched his pudding back. “And thats mine.”
“And so is my TCE, yet you won’t give it back, Brax.” He said. “I promise I won’t kill your brother, but I need it.”
“Nope. Even if i do have it, you are not getting it, You will just have to build another one.”
{open rp}
“I mean, how would I know where it is? And how do you loose something like that? Shouldn’t you have a tracker on something so valuable? And why do you expect it to turn up at the Collection? And interrupt me during my break.”
“It was your brother’s fault.” The Master said. “I’ve been searching for it for quite a few, and I’d rather not make a new one. I have fond memories of that TCE. You’re the only person who knows what it is and would want it.”
Brax tuts in annoyance and puts his desert down on his desk. “And why would i even give it to you? So you can go an play Cat and Mouse with my Brother again? What if you actually kill him this time.”
“You know as well as I do that he enjoys being the good guy, enjoys beating me. Do you think I come up with needlessly complicated plans for no reason?” The Master asked, taking the dessert.
“What you two do in your private time, has nothing to do with me.” she grouched and snatched his pudding back. “And thats mine.”
{open rp}
“I mean, how would I know where it is? And how do you loose something like that? Shouldn’t you have a tracker on something so valuable? And why do you expect it to turn up at the Collection? And interrupt me during my break.”
“It was your brother’s fault.” The Master said. “I’ve been searching for it for quite a few, and I’d rather not make a new one. I have fond memories of that TCE. You’re the only person who knows what it is and would want it.”
Brax tuts in annoyance and puts his desert down on his desk. “And why would i even give it to you? So you can go an play Cat and Mouse with my Brother again? What if you actually kill him this time.”
{open rp}
“Autumn, along with spring, is the best time of the year. Not too hot, not too cold.”
@braxlungbarrow ASKED “I suppose a remark about crashing the party would be appropriate at this point.”
that was a voice that could only belong to one person, even if the Doctor hadn’t seen this regeneration of Brax. Her eyes widen and in an instant, she is turned around and running straight towards her brother, flinging herself at him, and hugging him rather tightly. her hands move over him as if to ensure that he was actually there and not a figment of her cruel imagination.
“Brax.” she whispers.
The Hug had been a surprise, but he didn’t reject it, having not seen his br- Sister... Sibling in 400 years. He allowed her to check him over, before giving her a soft smile.
“Hello Theta. Its been quite some time, would you agree.”
“Tea? Doctor? I always found that a cup of tea helps in any situation.”
@brxve-hexrt answered: (Moved from here)
Brax cant help but laugh at his reply. It had been 400 years since he saw his brother and it was quite a pleasant feeling to see him again.
“Well then, we have a choice, We can either, go somewhere, Have tea in My ship or in Your TARDIS.”
