thetenthstorm | [rp] open post

uhhhh prob some vague s4 would work better unless you want to do a fix-it au??? ALSO MY JAM so idk

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[There's a wheezing, dying sound as the blue phone box that is the TARDIS materializes in the castle.

He shouldn't be here. He really, really shouldn't be here. Whatever tempted the TARDIS off course, it nearly depleted her systems, savaged her shields. He doesn't think he's going to be able to take off again anytime soon, watching as her backup power kicks on, and the lights go dim, a faint redness to them.

He swallows.

That's. That's not good.

He takes a breath, steadies himself, slowly opens the door to poke his head out, and then carefully steps out, peering around.]

...Hello? Anyone here? I've seemed to have gotten.... turned around.

[It's a long white hallway Ten finds himself looking out into, windowless and brightly lit, with periodic doors on either side of the hallway. Luckily for him, he's not stuck in the TARDIS; the poor things sides are scraping the walls of the corridor, and if the door had opened into a wall instead of open space..... well, it wouldn't have been very pleasant.

It's not long before one of the more distant doors is thrown open; Vexen stalks out to go take a look at what exactly had made his instruments spike wildly with detecting such off-the-charts strong applications of spatiotemporal energy. It isn't Xigbar or Luxord, as he'd thought it might be--instead, it's some..... large blue box? And a man he not only isn't colleagues with, but doesn't even recognize. Even if he was an anticipated guest, he shouldn't be in this part of the basement, anyway!]

What in the blazes do you think you're doing?!

[It's a lot of white. Not... hospital, sterile white, which is good. But it's still disconcerting, and hard on the eyes.] Um. Bit of sight-seeing? Tourism? [Pause.] Do you have a shop? [He doesn't know why, but he already feels uneasy about this place.]

For Light's sake..... No, I don't have a shop. And this isn't a place for tourists. How did you even get in here with that contraption?

[It doesn't look like a Gummi ship.....]

Oi! Don't insult her! [He strokes the blue paneling, turning to the ship.] He didn't mean it, he doesn't know any better. [And focuses back on the man, still striving for casual even though his skin is crawling.] What kind of place is this then, eh? [Definitely, purposefully, skipped over answering the "how."]

Of course I don't know any better, you just showed up and decided to block the entire hallway. How should I know what she is?

[Have an aggravated noise; he doesn't deal well with uninvited guests at the best of times, even if they're people who are supposed to be here. Odds are he won't even be able to continue his experiments without a lot of effort and recalibration, as long as these energy readings persist. Are they from the man, or the machine? Magic, or technology? Transient, or persistent?]

It's a castle, and I don't recall being told of any visitors.

Well, you should have been. [He strides forward, shoving one hand deep into his jacket pocket, the other going to an inside pocket, searching for something in particular.] I'm here on business, you know. Proper business. [He pulls out a pad, flipping it open to a white, blank business card.

On a normal person, it would show the exact credentials needed for him to weasel into certain situations--show exactly what the person expected to see.

Except Vexen is probably considered enough of a genius that it doesn't work, and the card remains blank.

The Doctor hasn't noticed yet, just raising his brow expectantly.

Awkward.]

Yes, of course. Proper business.

[Vexen glances at the completely blank card, thoroughly unimpressed, and bites back a sigh.]

How could I possibly have forgotten our annual visit from the Thieves' Guild? Welcome to the castle, Mr. I. M. Illusionist.

[He stares at Vexen, then side eyes the card, then stares back at Vexen. Huh. Okay. That's interesting. New plan.

He shoves the paper back away, tossing up his palms.] Look at that, you caught me. Take me away to your castle authorities then! [Of course good luck moving his ship without him.]

[Vexen scrubs at his face with one gloved hand; this is..... utterly moronic, so far. A time-wasting farce, more than anything else. He could turn this man over to Marluxia, but quite frankly, he doesn't want to give him the satisfaction. Not just yet, at least.]

I think I'd rather question you myself first, if you don't mind. Who are you, what is it you've brought with you, and why are you here?

[He drops some of the act, his discomfort finally weighing in.] To be quite honest, I'd like to know why I'm here, too. Something in time and space wants me here, and it makes me very, very curious, and extremely suspicious.

[He jerks his head up a notch, tension winding him up tight.]

My name's the Doctor. [His gaze is intent, like he's looking for a specific reaction.] I'm a Time Lord, that's my ship, she brought me here.

Just a title? You must be quite notorious, wherever you're from.

[Have an eyebrow raise at that. There's neither a glimmer of recognition, nor any hint of surprise; he clearly doesn't know any of the names Ten has dropped, but if nothing else, his mind isn't blown by the idea of traveling through time and space.]

I wasn't aware Gummi Ships ever acted of their own accord.

Yeah, I got quite a reputation. [Well, honestly, he's used to not being recognized. It would have caused more alarm if he was known.

But wait, okay, what?] ...Gummi Ship? Ah? [He's never heard of a Gummi Ship???] It's... a TARDIS.

[For a moment, Vexen turns his interest to the TARDIS instead of Ten, scrutinizing what he can see of it. It doesn't look like any sort of typical ship.....]

That's generally what people use to travel between worlds, I'm told. If your craft is capable of navigating through time at will as well, then it's no doubt significantly more advanced than any Gummi Ship I've ever heard of. How exactly does your TARDIS accomplish such travels?

[He's not sure he wants to give him an answer. There's a part of him that wants to open the door, soak in the familiar it's bigger on the inside, but he's not even sure the TARDIS would let the man in.

Why was he brought here?

He doesn't budge.] It's really quite tedious, you know. [He sounds disinterested.] Disappear in one spot, materialize in another. Pop through the time vortex. It's certainly not common, so it isn't a surprise that you haven't heard of it.

That hardly sounds tedious. It could inspire entire fields of study.

[He'd probably be taking notes, if he had a clipboard with him. Instead, he's musing aloud as he regards the TARDIS, trying to work out how all this works.]

So you've developed some manner of technology to pierce through to a realm where time is malleable and multidirectional, then--either able to be controlled and directed in some manner, or at least harnessed and navigated, with some degree of reliability if not complete accuracy and safety. Either your ship or the metaphysical forces of that realm can be ascribed some manner of sentience and agency, if you assume you were brought here for a reason, or you're anthropomorphizing and giving meaning to pure random chance. Clearly it's not purely metaphysical manipulation, if you need a ship in the first place.....

[He really REALLY doesn't want it to inspire entire fields of study.

He was listening, truly, and then some of it sinks in, and then he's just thinking of the Master, and he's feeling tired, old, and angry, and nothing else that Vexen rambles about matters to him.

Even if perhaps there might be some truth that his ship isn't as sentient as he sometimes leads himself to believe, putting hundreds of years of his personal baggage onto it.] Time isn't something to be controlled. It exists. It is. It's protected. [By him.] Whatever you think, whatever you hypothesize, know that.

I'm not the one with an affinity for chronomantic manipulation. Without some understanding of the technology your ship runs on, I'd most likely never be able to do much more than theorize at best.

[Vexen waves a hand dismissively at the warning; don't worry, Ten, his interest (for the moment, at least) is purely academic. Even if it weren't, he's aware that he can only do so much without a starting point.]

[There's a kaiju here, locked away. Juggler has gathered all the cards he needs to break the seal and unleash it to wreak havoc on the unsuspecting town nearby... and he's even started muttering an invocation over one of them when he's interrupted by an unfamiliar sound, uncomfortably close.

He stops and looks over in a mix of curiosity and annoyance as something materialises not far from where he's standing. A very blue something, at present partly obscured by a handful of trees between them.]

[He very specifically didn't want to be called away. Sure, sure, he wanted to get as much done as he possibly can before his lovely reminder pops back up on him in the form of an Ood. But for once, for once he'd like to just go where he wants, not where his ship takes him.]

Must we? Eh?

[He stares up at the rotor. The TARDIS stubbornly stays put. He huffs and checks the sensors, a frown wiping away his annoyance.]

That... that can't be right. [He runs the scan again, hoping the results might change.] Okay. Okay, fine, you win. [He grabs his brown coat off the railings and pulls it over himself as he exits outside, like he's expecting the planet to have caved in on itself. But... no. That's good.

He starts walking, on the prowl for whatever it is causing his sensors to be spiking the way they are.]

[Whatever it is is probably the man standing over there looking for all the world like a normal human who happened to be walking in the woods. He's put the cards and his Dark Ring away for now, and just seems like any average gentleman one might find somewhere near a small town in early 1800's Rusalka... which may have been called Russia on a somewhat different version of Earth.

Aside from possibly the fact that he seems utterly unfazed by a mysterious blue box appearing out of nowhere, just walking over to see exactly who's responsible for it.]

Who are you?

[He stands straight, hands in his pockets, a strange twisted mix of casual and meaning business.] I'm the Doctor. And you?

[A raised eyebrow. That seems like an odd way to introduce oneself but whatever.]

Juggler. [His is actually a name, not a title. He looks him over in a way that's some mix of curious and predatory.] Tell me, what sort of a doctor appears from nowhere in the woods?

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[It's not a wholly unfamiliar look, and that bothers him more than maybe it should.

Juggler. Hm. He files the name away.] The kind that fixes things that are broken, or about to be.

Oh? [There's a slight lilt to the question, amused. Could it be that this "Doctor" knows something about what he has planned? He takes a step forward, leans in closer to a point that's likely uncomfortable.] And what here do you think is about to be broken?

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