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[thetenthstorm]

Drop an opener. Picture prompts are my fav. Quotes! Whatev!

I can BS stuff and ship most things but unless we're treating things as "established" anything with the Doctor is slowburn because LMFAO....... yeah.

Seriously though if you give me no direction it might end up completed Effed Up from what you may've been imagining =) Even genre could help.

Juuuuuuust sayin'.

Other Notes:
-No smut. I am shit at writing smut lol.
-My default canon point is post-Waters of Mars, pre-EoT, so if you want anything else you'll need to mention!

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[coldhardfacts]

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.

[thetenthstorm]

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.]

[coldhardfacts]

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.

[thetenthstorm]

[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.]

[coldhardfacts]

[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?

[thetenthstorm]

[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.

[coldhardfacts]

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.

[thetenthstorm]

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.

[coldhardfacts]

[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?

[thetenthstorm]

[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.

[coldhardfacts]

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.....

[thetenthstorm]

[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.

[coldhardfacts]

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.]