#post rokkenjima prime verse tbt.

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The Doctor was the Doctor whatever the incarnation or the timeline. Though, coming from his personal experience, opportunities to met other incarnations of that sweet Time Lord were rare. Most of his experiences with another incarnations came from circumstances, mostly carefully planned by Featherine herself who had wished sparing herself of inevitable confessions … or sometimes because she had messed up somewhere hence fall himself inside the eye of the strom. Concerning Rokkenjima events, it had been cimenting events of everything who happened before, even how he eventually offered an redemption hand with the first incarnation encounter meanwhile accumulating so much spite to had been manipulated as a pawn the whole time --- though miracle he represented didn’t appreciated his future self will gain similar pleasure, and becoming a witch by the moment the clock of October 5 passed, there was nothing wrong to spite himself a little, right ? Concerning what happened inside the handling Logic Error he had been experiencing and witnessing --- he had touched for one moment, temporary, to be a companion, as a villain he wasn’t supposed to be flattered. He also experienced for one radical moment the disappareance of the name Doctor, though there was another chessboard in which no move had been made because that Web of Time. One instant in which another incarnation probably understood his emotional situation. Something Featherine wiped out. Something Featherine destroyed because logic of her timeline would came to destruction without that move. As nothing existed. Resumed to an trigger for creating an revelation inside that sixth incarnation remembering horror of the action as his past self …

Emotionless eyes remained on her without feeling the immediate need to comment, as sparks of amusement illuminated his expression. ❝  You always had been a first spirit. ❞ He eventually expressed, as there was an distortion about how he firstly came to antagonist such Time Lord. Ah, it had good old times memories, even though he regretted so much his ignorance of that time ! There was awareness about how the Doctor by nature loved insisting a lot ! Wasn’t his boss searching for decades to push him to expressing trapped kindness inside his absent heart, to showing fragments of an future self he disliked ? ❝  You always had been, you are and always will be. ❞ He added slowly. ❝  Oh no, I hadn’t forgotten that detail. How to say ? I love to get my fun in my own manners. ❞ Dynamic between each other promised anyway to be complicated. As much some other version of himself could easily becoming companion of the Doctor meanwhile discovering the universe … he was sadly too much within the dark side for be flattered of the same gift. Still, she can reassuring herself : he wasn’t like the Master. He was the one pressuring the Master to be obident. Nothing to be worried about on that case, right ? ❝ Besides, it isn’t my desire to silence you. ❞

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The Doctor would usually be more upset in a situation like this one. But there's one thing the other person had forgotten. It's not like the Doctor is tied up or locked up or denied freedom in any sense. So with a smile that looks more like a smirk, she says: "I don't care, I'm still free."

A pause, a chuckle. "You must've forgotten that detail."

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Thoughts  would  look  certainly  condescending  for  the  main  concerned  :  this  Child  of  Time  looked  like  an  child  in  which  expressing  aggressibly  an  imposing  whim,  in  which,  as  authoritarian  that  he  remained,  remained  indifferent  and  cold,  where  the  pain  of  a  parent  had  to  be  pronounced  differently.  Vengeance.  It  was  an  word  belonging  to  another  man,  someone  who  wasn't  that  incarnation  neither  the  one  he  had  been  once,  who  appreciated  every  layer  to  exposing  such  emotion  in  front  of  other  people  ---  within  reasons  or  not.  It  had  been  the  single  element  of  an  world  in  which  regrets  had  following  him  even  since  he  had  crossed  path,  and  blamed  his  unable  hands  to  use  an  gun,  his  inability  to  taking  drastic  measures  ad  he  had  wanted  to  believe  in  another  path  …  Oh,  within  an  landscape  in  which  he  had  forgotten,  a  long  time  ago,  he  had  been  among  them  and  breathing  that  world.

Mixture  of  indifference  and  condescendance  looked  towards  that  desperate  Time  Lord.  He  should  be  insulted  towards  the  misunderstanding  ---  but  no,  he  wasn't  the  kind  of  monsters  who  played  inside  the  court  of  revenge.  He  creating  them.  As  some  inherent  truth  he  had  wanted  to  confine  within  the  remnant  of  his  memories,  as  there  was  consciousness  there  was  another  monster  around  in  which  he  had  been  the  creator,  in  which  there  was  latent  impression  he  could  playing  with  the  Fates  within  his  own  manners.  Vengeance  was  the  easy  path.  Vengeance  was  an  too  much  expecting  and  boring  result  of  an  consequence.  Vengeance  always  have  been  favorite  meal  of  Philip  Butler,  and  at  the  current  moment,  that  sentence  coming  from  the  Master  would  look  wonderful  inclined  to  him.  Temporary  moments  of  confusion  wrapped  within  how  he  was  simply  watched  over  that  incarnation.  How  he  hadn't  realizing  how  pitiful  he  always  had  been  …  How  someday  he  will  find  manner  to  stop  eternal  sound  tourmenting  his  brain,  as  another  sound  into  his  wouldn't  never  leave.  ❝  You're  just  misunderstanding  it  for  vengeance.  ❞  He  expressed  peacefully,  almost  with  disinterest,  as  he  crossed  his  arms,  curious  about  what  that  Time  Lord  will  told  him.  He  refused  to  called  him  Master.  Master  of  what  exactly  ?  How  he  could  even  existing  in  front  of  him  when  he  thought  he  die  a  long  time  ago  ?  How  he  could  still  be  here  ?  Refusal  to  expressing  an  anchored  grief  within  his  features,  that  remaining  sadness  of  an  tragedy  his  shoulders  had  embraced  as  an  burden,  reflected  inside  impression  of  natural  detachment.  He  was  correcting  events  from  another  perspective.  He  was  searching  another  path  within  an  imposed  storyline,  in  which  he  didn't  have  to  following  every  single  line  imposed.  ❝  I  only  seek  to  repair  what  can  be  repaired.  I  only  seek  to  transform  a  tragedy  of  circumstances,  of  which  you  were  also  a  victim.  It's  about  making  things  right  no  matter  what.  ❞

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“An adventure you say? Grand!  I’m always up for an adventure, you know! The question is, what kind of adventure?” the Professor had not been on an adventure or traveled with Phil without the Doctor present with her. The Time Lady was a friend of Phil and often spoke to him about the Doctor’s various other business endeavors. Phil wanting to go on an adventure with her was a bit of a shock. She would not deny him her company, having the upmost trust in the male.  A tilt of her head, she was curious to exactly what he wanted to do for an adventure. Surely the Doctor had taken Phil everywhere he wanted to go. What possible destination could she go with him? She then assumed he just wanted a change of scenery. Something away from the business of the Doctor and the being known as Featherine. She was more than glad to offer him that, as she felt she needed to go off exploring on her own. “ -- where would you like to go, Phil?”

Inside  another  strange  and  common  perspective,  he  could  be  considered  as  the  longest  companion  the  Doctor  ever  have  inside  that  fifth  incarnation  —  spending  a  few  hundred  years  with  him,  knowing  almost  every  one  of  his  companions  coming  from  that  incarnation,  the  first  in  line  to  have  observed  his  slow  evolution  …  nevertheless  it  was  an  easy  assumption.  He  played  since  always  the  doubt  about  been  ‘a  companion’,  meanwhile  in  the  background  expressed  deep  jealousy  at  being  cast  aside.  He  never  travelled  around  with  his  Doctor  inside  his  blue  box  of  adventures.  Partial  trips  involved  him  was  always  about  their  job,  when  for  avoid  temptation  of  his  anger  over  that  point,  he  had  been  flattered  with  more  powers  in  his  hands  —  technologies  able  to  travelling  as  he  wanted,  possibilities  to  settle  down  inside  various  planets,  gaining  influence  in  a  large  space  …  Regardless  how  amount  the  trust  had  been  shared  between  each  other,  he  remained  a  villain  at  the  core.  Who  honestly  didn’t  give  a  shit  about  lot  of  things.  Who  wasn’t  interested  to  been  a  helpful  hand  if  he  cannot  terrify  people  or  receive  adequate  entertainment  besides  to  didn’t  trust  around  his  boss  abilities  to  handle  circumstances.  He  was  an  outsider  perspective,  an  comforting  shoulder,  an  confessor,  an  babysister  at  the  occassion.  He  was  also  only  person  able  of  changing  his  Doctor’s  stubborn  behavior.  Temporary,  he  touched  another  existence  with  that  alternative  sixth  self,  emotionally  conflicted  about  him  —  he  desired  found  his  boss  once  more,  the  Time  Lord  who  canalized  his  violence  and  avoid  him  to  commit  disasters  for  fun  ;  he  offered  him  adventures  and  true  care  he  never  received  before.  Something  who  had  been  stolen  by  Featherine.  Something  when  he  actually  got  that  entire  revelation  of  Featherine,  afterwards  that  chessboard  in  the  19th  century  when  he  cannot  adopt  one  kid  because  timeline  bullshit  reasons  (  and  also  the  presence  of  an  certain  God  of  the  Underground  in  the  party  ).  Centuries  passed,  and  he  didn’t  forgive  him  for  any  of  these  things.  Realizing  the  shock  his  desire  offered,  he  cannot  helped  to  laugh  inside  an  charming  expression.  As  a  habit,  he  usually  keep  out  his  MIB  outfit  —  he  was  proud  to  be  the  head  of  such  organization,  when  though  Featherine  was  the  one  who  could  ordering  them  around,  she  didn’t  officially  creating  them  for  be  the  one  who  'higher  themselves’  for  having  'fun’  on  their  own  means,  understanding  wishes  of  his  boss  over  time  experiments.  Most  of  travels  he  assumed  was  about  the  business.  There  was  still  an  universe  somewhere  he  wanted  to  touch,  to  be  able  to  enter,  to  welcoming  them  with  his  influence,  but  the  Game  Master  of  such  chessboard,  regardless  how  many  centuries  could  pass,  refused  his  presence  …  meanwhile  his  interest  never  stopping  growing  harder  with  his  accomplice  Han  Solo.  Whatever  if  that  universe  was  all  broken  because  of  Featherine  interference  who  did  it  behind  his  back.    ❝  An  peaceful  one,  actually.  I’ve  kinda  received  all  troubles  ones  every  other  day.    ❞  He  answered  playfully.    ❝  Not  on  Earth,  though.  Depending  the  planet  and  the  date,  it  would  be  safe  to  get  out.  Something  I’m  sure  your  ship  will  understand.    ❞  He  noticed,  watching  around  her  TARDIS  with  bright  interest.  Maybe  an  destination  could  be  helpful  ?    ❝  I  always  have  been  intruiged  by  Apalapucia,  though  there  is  a  particular  date  to  avoid  since  it's  planned  to  make  an  observatory  to  avoid  outbreak  of  a  disease  that  will  sterilize  entire  place.  Voted  as  Number  2  in  Top  Ten  Destinations  for  the  Discerning  Space  Traveller,  always  had  been  curious  of  an  true  paradise  planet.  There  is  also  Arcadia  or  Asgard  or  Avalon.  Perhaps  one  of  these  last  three  planets  makes  most  sense.  I  feel  that  I  will  work  and  make  my  inventory  on  the  first  proposal,  since  it’s  part  of  the  list  of  things  to  do.  I  know  little  about  travel  without  work,  and  this  will  be  an  opportunity  to  chat  quietly  together.    ❞

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Sola narrowed her eyes to the Doctor. The one she recalled meeting after Professor Yana -- or the War Master had left her. She recalled something both the Doctor and the Master had mentioned to her. This Featherine character that Sola wasn't too fond of. It was complicated really and she couldn't begin to explain. Something different from what she knew. Otherworldly could explain it, yet Sola was inexperienced in knowing every possible thing.

A frown showed on the Time Lady's lips. Brows furrowing toward him. "Did you forget what I looked like? I had the same face since I left Gallifrey. How could you not know it was me?"  That was the many question she had. All but forgetting that sometimes temporal amnesia was present in regenerating ( thanks to the many many years as a human ). Though, that usually didn't last too long. He had no reason to not know Jamie Burke was Sola. The only logical answer was something outside his control made him forget her face. Forgotten her.

"Did you forget me on purpose? Because of the War?" Another pause as she listened to him speak. So he chose to not involve her or remember her. Great. Koschei at-least remembered her and kept her safe when Theta vanished and left her all this many many years. She didn’t even know he regenerated a few times before he rescued her from that dreadful end of the universe o the far future after the War Master left her unexpectedly --- and after leaving her back on earth in the 21st century to figure things out herself -- while she was still Jamie Burke. It was just all a confusion and annoying mess to her. “ -- did you know it was me when me and the Master were planning on going to Utopia when I was a human?” She didn’t understand it either. Was it all a ploy to protect her well being? If it was, it was a strange plan of action he decided to take, knowing it was going to cause this outcome at some point in time. He had to have known she’d be confused and rightful upset with him. The question she wanted to know of him was -- was it worth it?

Her  perceivable  confusion  over  everything  he  had  been  saying  was  understandable  …  Their  temporary  met  at  the  end  of  the  universe,  feeling  inside  an  responsability  sense  to  bring  her  in  safety  at  the  realization  there  had  been  another  Time  Lord  all  along  …  when  that  strange  and  terrible  year  had  left  him  emotional  tracks.  He  could  have,  if  he  had  dared  to  remember,  to  stop  even  the  Master  to  managing  to  rule  the  Earth.  Memories  were  altered  from  there  —  somewhere,  he  thought  the  Master  was  gone,  than  he  lost  the  last  person  of  his  kind  into  these  current  circumstances  …  as  also,  somewhere,  he  simply  didn’t  remember.  He  didn’t  remember  what  happened  exactly  when  that  paradox  had  been  dissolved  …  meanwhile,  without  his  knowing,  another  paradox  always  had  been  in  motion  …  One  day,  he  would  probably  laugh  about  it.  The  Master  created  one  of  most  perfect  closed  room,  brought  the  entire  Earth  inside  a  bubble,  sending  to  himself  his  death  sentence  by  giving  opportunities  to  witches  realm  to  sit  down  over  his  chessboard  …  when  he  had  been  willingly  left  behind  as  a  piece  inside  of  it  for  test  a  preview  of  future  emotional  struggles.  When  the  companion  of  that  time  decided  to  leave,  an  anchored  tiredness  of  lost  had  begun  to  show  …  when  in  some  way,  the  companion  after  her  managed  to  bright  his  travels  …  From  his  current  perspective,  it  had  been  couple  of  years  he  even  allowing  himself  to  communicate  with  someone  else.  During  twelve  years,  he  had  been  remaining  behind,  an  empty  observer  unable  to  going  back  inside  his  TARDIS,  haunted  inside  an  appartement,  emotionally  tourmented  by  remembrances  of  tragedy  he  saw,  waiting  eventually  to  do  another  difference  …  waiting  inside  hope  hanging  around  the  last  Ushiromiya.  He  did  it  to  himself.  His  desire  to  knowing  what  exactly  happened  in  October  1986  in  Rokkenjima  transformed  into  an  gambling  with  time  —  searching  to  eventually  give  a  happy  ending  for  have  met  one  of  members  of  the  family  sooner,  to  had  perceiving  with  his  two  eyes  the  disappearance  of  Battler  Ushiromiya  from  the  family  …  for  achieve  where  he  didn’t  manage  back  when  he  had  been  falling  inside  the  Primavera’s  Family  …  where  he  couldn’t  save  Philip  Butler  from  Gabriel  Kaburaya  and  had  been  haunted  of  his  inability  to  integrate,  to  be  able  to  do  something,  to  be  able  to  realize  the  primary  reason  why  he  had  chosen  his  title.  If  he  had  been  more  ressourceful,  he  could  have  saved  them  !  He  could  have  done  something  !  However,  in  both  cases,  an  discomfort  reached  his  features,  as  he  cannot  look  himself  into  a  mirror.  During  couple  of  years,  he  had  been  living  around  the  Primavera’s  Family,  wishing  for  the  best,  even  he  couldn’t  be  part  of  that  criminal  underground.  Even  if  he  had  wanted  bring  a  good  influence  over  Philip  Butler  curious  about  such  ‘visitor’  long  before  circumstances  were  out  of  control  :  he  was  inside  a  world  he  never  had  been  before,  and  discovered  behind  of  scenes  of  an  organization  wanting  saving  their  population.  He  try  best  he  could  to  be  present  around  the  Ushiromiya  family.  If  their  personal  problems  were  settled  down,  maybe  the  tragedy  won’t  have  to  happens.  Sadly,  he  couldn’t  convince  a  six  year  old  for  last  time  he  saw  him  to  not  renounce  to  a  choice  coming  from  his  family.  Sadly,  he  would  have  to  remain  discrete  and  quiet  over  the  truth  about  Kinzo  Ushiromiya.  Sadly,  he  had  no  possible  way  to  knowing  how  much  his  words  would  impact  someone  …  He  knew  from  the  beginning  how  inevitable  the  tragedy  was  supposed  to  be,  when  he  treated  it  as  unfair,  regardless  how  many  foreknoweldge  he  had.  He  knew  how  fixed  point  it  was,  considering  the  various  theories  he  came  to  read  in  a  far  away  future,  but  wished  to  bring  a  difference  so  badly  …  Sometimes,  his  mind  remembered  too  much.  Sometimes,  memories  were  so  much  blurred  he  only  remembered  the  sound  of  the  rain  and  a  clock  on  that  day.  He  was  a  survivor  who  couldn't  expose  the  truth.

Watching  over  Sola,  when  the  weighting  guilt  betrayed  every  layer  of  his  face  and  generated  even  more  sadness  inside  his  brown  eyes,  his  words  resonated  melancholically.  The  Featherine  of  the  past  achieved  everything  he  didn’t  managed  in  the  future.  Meanwhile  he  was  protecting  a  truth  perceived  with  his  two  eyes,  she  was  protecting  into  higher  spheres  another  side  of  threater.  She  saved  Philip  Butler  —  though,  a  alternative  one,  even  if  he  was  existing  inside  their  timeline  —  and  managed  to  be  part  of  the  criminal  underground  …  If  he  had  remember  sooner  …  If  he  had  remember  he  tragically  did  it  before  a  long  time  ago  …    ❝  I  forget  everything  about  you.  Everything.  No  memories.  No  sentiment  of  deja  vu.  Nothing.  I  didn’t  recognize  you.  I  —  I  can’t  even  forgive  myself  for  it,  even  though,  it’s  not  exactly  my  fault.  Because  of  these  memories  gone,  I  couldn’t  —    ❞  Hatred  over  his  past  self  resonated.  Regardless  about  be  loudly  aggressive  towards  that  past  who  knew  already,  the  Featherine  of  the  past  had  been  searching  to  reassure  him.  To  invit  him  to  learning  something  of  these  dramatic  experience  he  witnessed,  even  inside  a  world  when  he  lost  all  his  previous  achievements.  How  he  was  supposed  to  find  the  guts  to  involving  himself  into  dangerous  affairs  simply  for  repeat  the  past,  when  watching  them  hurt  his  two  hearts  too  badly  ?  How  he  was  supposed  to  live  with  the  tragedy  on  Rokkenjima  inside  his  head,  and  to  never  be  allowed  to  protect  them  in  the  way  he  desired  ?  ❝    It  wasn’t  on  purpose.    ❞  That  sentence  echoed  angrily.  ❝  Back  when  we  knew  each  other  long  before  the  war,  I  had  still  remnants  of  what  we  had  live  together  before  that.  However,  nothing  of  that  name  had  been  explicit.  Though,  travels  of  such  times  recalled  moments  I  had  been  before.  Another  dimension  altogether.  Another  rules  inside  another  dimensions.  Ancient  identity  echoing  inside  of  me,  inside  a  strange  recollection.  Facing  time  loops.  Murders  inside  a  manor.  Nevertheless,  as  much  I  could  have  try  to  understand  such  signals,  to  feeling  familiarity  on  it,  I  didn’t  remember  !    ❞  It  hadn’t  yet  happened  as  it  had  already  happened,  possibly  one  of  most  greatest  paradox  he  created  in  the  past.  He  was  just  a  pawn  inside  a  game,  a  nice  possibility.  'Featherine’  could  revive  by  facing  same  traumas  who  created  her  in  the  first  place.  'Featherine’  could  revive  if  she  watched  back  the  story  of  the  Golden  Witch  and  remember  her  guilt.  'Featherine’  could  revive  if  failures  had  been  enough  there  was  a  need  to  becoming  a  witch  …  Short  frustration  born  inside  her  misunderstood  about  last  sentence.  Ah,  the  Time  War.  He  get  wonderful  recollections  about  that  when  the  explosion  was  triggered  …  exactly  what  he  did  towards  his  own  race  …  exactly  his  last  gesture  inside  that  War  who  destroyed  all  time  and  space  before  running  away,  conscious  nothing  would  tame  that  crime  …  He  shook  his  head.    ❝  I  thought  the  Master  gone  and  dead  as  far  I  know.  I  didn’t  even  know  he  survived  the  War.  Find  him  here  was  a  surprise,  found  him  back  again  into  circumstances  you  know  was  a  surprise  again.  I  didn’t  recognize  you.  It’s  was  really  …  another  one  of  my  travels  …  falling  helpless  in  face  of  circumstances.  I’m  inexcusable  for  having  abandoned  you  all  this  time.    ❞

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It wasn't something he usually confessed over strange persona of himself … since rarely his timeline selves would wondering about the kind of circumstances he actually experienced … Oh. Maybe his thoughts were a bit wrong about that. His timeline future selves were worried about the recollections hanging towards his incarnation, where the faint memory was associated to countlness black holes and fragmented sensations all around --- where, for example, all across his future incarnations in the future, the sound of rain would be something immensitly nostalgic and painful for them, without understanding where it was coming from. Sound he desired to share to the Master's mind --- for knowing one closed room, one magnificent closed room, in which the sound would be an eternal symphony that would keep his sanity in track, besides to experencing mentally, as a whole, what it mean to be Game Master … awareness about an island would explode, but without a name, without be able to define the location, it could be everywhere, and actual circumstances of the event would be spared … when, in all cases, in someday his Koschei managed to show up on Rokkenjima --- there was a high possibility Lady Bernkastel mentally destroy him for avoid the meeting of the terrible boy of the Witch of Illusions he would end up frontally met. He was still at fault concerning all that noise in middle of that chessboard … and he didn't wanted Alois Trancy catch up the name of Featherine … and realizing something … Peacefully refusing an interview with the God of the Underground aware of his actions in middle of chessboards was quite enough. If an puzzle would have to been offered, he wanted it to be kind, something they can solve.

Authentic happiness still resonated inside the blushing reaction he got to Koschei. He quite appreciated to showing his charm to that kind of face without harm --- and appreciated also something he didn't really have time to experiencing whatever the position in the timeline. It was rather impossible he would met his timeline Master. It would take a long while for an future incarnation of the Master having that face sharing an kind of enthusiasm to share with him --- he remained still an possibility of the future, he remained still something he allowed existence … and forced him to change his perspective for had no choice on the matter. He silently noticed how his presence really was loved in return. He could enjoy such moments ! Staying with his usual distance, he had no project altogether to wondering what kind of thoughts their mind might be --- he usually did that without a pyshic link, observing simply. There was an consciousness his comments was maybe a bit too much straightforward. On his defense, his associate was known for exposing irrefutable truths as arguments, and had to learn a particular line of defense to convince each other in case of disagreement.

❝ Oh, Koschei with an silent mind is something I can hardly imagine. ❞ He playfully mused. His Master was trapped inside an endless circle of thinking, and sadly, no, he didn't have an imposed solution about how stabilized his personal tenth incarnation inside his identity crisis … considering he solved one part of the problem to avoid an terrible mental leading physical death where his sensation to becoming the Doctor fell apart. Oh, himself survived that shattering apart of his personality, somewhere more gently, somewhere more brutally, as remembrances of his inability to convince Nyssa to NOT sacrifice herself for close that dimensional portal remained trapped in his throat … or the dreadul years he had to emotionally prepare himself towards that awareness about what happened for his future self in Rokkenjima, where he cannot alter the physical world, where he would have also to survive mentally the explosion … or even where he had remained countless years trapped inside his TARDIS for keep an apparent survival of an universe who was slowly broke apart, for had able to solve one fragmented logic, but created an logic that cannot be solved … where even currently, he was still think HOW to solve it from outside, regardless how impossible and regardless how the physical laws cannot be recreated once more … Not from outside. Whatever if he was the main culprit inside his good will to offer an son to an father, and an father to an son … and only managed to somewhere 'save' the father in consequence. ❝ I appreciate the compliment, especially from myself~ Besides, I really mean it. ❞ He smiled once more as he nodded in approval towards how he accepted his compliment. ❝ You wear both great faces. ❞

❝ I think you will need several teas, some confessions might bring temporary shock. ❞ He gently informed in advance, as there was an lightness concerning their future conversation. He decided respectefully to follow them, still admiring his parallel self TARDIS without particular comment to express. It was the price to be that much accoustumed. The audience he represented towards their common affections remained quiet, still admiring in silent how the poor parallel Theta hadn't finished experienced surprises … Koschei would appreciated his luck, sort of way. ❝ I'm a big supporter. ❞ He admitted with playfulness. More than they could imagine. Sometimes in an strange way, who was shadowed, but present, inside darkness corners … Having his hands behind his back, he had been mostly witnessed the scene, realizing Theta had a slight changed with his little conversation with Koschei, where for the moment, he didn't mind. Jealousy he might experencing with his good looking face will maybe dissolving realizing the kind of universe he was living in … Far away of peacefulness he was experencing naturally. ❝ My timeline Koschei ? I saw him die. ❞ He left him die would be most accurate term, but it was part of the script. ❝ A fire burned him, nevertheless, it's Koschei, he will come out of it. Still the Master. He is kinda proud to be the Master and attempt to show off the best he can. ❞ He expressed with emotional distance as he was quite accoustumed to it. The Master try to be the Master in front of him was quite an amusing show --- ❝ Hence my fond affections for him naturally expressed themselves in front of you, since it's had been quite a while. ❞ He confessed once more. There was a slow smile. ❝ Still the Doctor. ❞ Sometimes. ❝ Nevertheless, I have another name I mostly use, who fit that incarnation better. Most of my travels had been sprinkled with failure, with loss … So many companions had been lost. So many tragedies had been survived. So many regrets weight my shoulders. I wanted to make a difference. An larger difference. Inside my universe, the dance between the Doctor and the Master is still present, where he try to kill me, where I am trying to save him of his inner demons … and in some manner, I found an solution. An opening door to allow the Master to become Koschei again … meanwhile I will handle responsabilities. ❞

Periods of silence weren’t uncommon in the console room right now, it seemed. Both Theta and Koschei were decidedly more at ease now. It was all strange, like both the couple and him were trying to put together a puzzle without any idea of where to start. The edges were there, but that was it— purely foundational, no photograph to go off of, no notes, just blindly sticking together pieces until something started to fit. But then he said that about him, and he even got Koschei to blush some. Something about everything was incredibly disarming to him— the fact that they were in an unusual situation that felt oddly safe, maybe the fact that he could still have a good flirt with his own Theta despite the audience, and— and Five had said it outright. Koschei knew from experience, remembered exactly how each face looked. The current would always be his favorite, but this one was also a top contender. And he was going to answer, but Theta got there before him— “I know it is. You should hear his brain right now, it’s all… Mostly just static at the moment, really. Unusual to get him quiet. I should congratulate you…” Theta says, and he clears his throat to look back at the other, currently still making eyes at his younger self. And Koschei comes back to them, and coughed before running a hand over his head to muss with his hair. “Well… It is a very good face.” He says, and the two Time Lords listen to him. It was true for them— a universe without the other Time Lord there didn’t bear thinking about. Neither of them liked it, and so Theta clapped his hands, prying away from his other half to lead off towards the halls. “Right! Tea and catch-up, then. Maybe several teas. Who’s to say? Right this way, no use standing around here if we aren’t going anywhere.” Out of pure curiosity, is that jealousy I sense from you? Koschei prodded mentally as he walked just behind Theta with a little grin. And Theta’s eyes rolled. I don’t get jealous. Why would I be jealous because some other me fell into the Universe and immediately started making eyes at you? Who can blame you. Because you give it away so easily when you are jealous. Who can blame you. Koschei sent back to him with a little smirk, hands in his pockets as the three walked down the corridor. “I take it your Universe isn’t as lucky. But I do appreciate the support.” Theta says, trying to be mindful of the exact way he spoke to him now too, after Koschei pointed out how he seemed to give it away. This wasn’t anything proper, no, it was a bit selfish and petty, and made him want to claim stake in Koschei whenever they moved, even if Five wasn’t a threat at all. (He knew he wasn’t, but still- he had to be cautious, didn’t he?) They turn to the kitchen, and Koschei goes to put the kettle on. Theta, in turn, leaned on the counter, finally allowing himself eye contact with the other Doctor again. “Well, if things aren’t even remotely the same in your world, I have to know— where is your Koschei, there? Or is he still the Master? Or something else entirely?” He asks, and knits his brow. “… What name are you going by, anyways?”

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Sola arched a brow to the Doctor. "What are you saying Theta? That I should be careful with knowing things about you?" She wasn't sure what he was getting at but had a feeling it was about all the issues the pair had went through over the many years of being associated together. "I do hope you are careful, you know. I don't want anything happening to you. I love you too much to think of something bad happening. Which I know will happen soon. I'm just not sure how soon." Was is silly of her to worry? Perhaps so, but she couldn't help it. With all his odd earthly mafia business and amongst other complicated things -- she worried constantly about him.

There was a long pause as Sola pursed her lips. She had someone else watching out for her ( well technically a few people ) in all space-time. His soon-to-be incarnation was one, that bombastic coated man of many colors. He was always worried over her, much like this one was. Then there was the complicated mess that was the Master who somehow always found her in her own travels in space-time. “Don’t worry too much about me, I’ve got friends looking out for me. I’d do the same for you -- but I feel you don’t want me with you. You’re afraid something might happen to me if I’m travelling with you. This you anyways. With all your other business endeavors.” That’s exactly what Sola thought to. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her around, he just couldn’t have her around. Funny however, as Sola was able to take care of herself.

An  little  amused  smile  betrayed  his  expression.  Even  explaining  was  complicated  !  Though,  it  was  something  he  grow  accoustumed  to  have  :  finding  most  accurate  words  to  bring  his  perspective  without  be  too  much  perceived  as  condescending  or  perceiving  his  view  as  something  truly  offensive  …  She  was  one  of  rarer  people  he  allowed  himself  to  talk.  To  actually  explain  where  they  were  standing,  the  various  dangers,  all  the  knoweldge  he  didn’t  speak  about  otherwise.  His  right-hand  arm  wasn’t  welcomed  witch  such  treatment,  when  there  was  that  persistent  consciousness  in  one  way  he  would  gain  frontal  forgiveness.  Actually,  he  was  sending  Philip  Butler  bring  his  perspective  for  him.  Depending  how  people  reacted,  he  would  have  to  considering  how  to  treat  with  them  …  when  depending  which  people  we  are  speaking  about  his  presence  would  looking  like  a  damnation.  It  always  had  been  his  motto  —  to  remaining  that  terrifying  boss  in  the  background  who  rarely  interfere  …  meanwhile  staying  an  cardboard  leader  to  offer  reassurance  to  everyone.  There  was  an  hesitation.  There  was  couple  of  things  she  didn’t  knew  yet  …  His  future  amnesia  about  her  exploded  inside  his  next  incarnation,  when  managing  to  return  back  memories  created  more  complications.  He  searched  a  mean  to  been  remember.  He  cannot  guarantee  something  fully  concrete  for  his  others  incarnations.  His  sixth  self,  his  eventual  future  incarnation  if  he  was  inclined  to  die  one  day  into  defined  circumstances,  will  be  haunted  by  the  actions  he  was  currently  did,  of  that  name  Featherine  he  didn’t  wanted  carry.  His  seventh  self  will  have  remnants  of  that,  when  he  somewhere  always  had  been  a  finality  of  him,  a  middle  between  his  two  identities,  a  incarnation  who  understood  very  well  that  chessboard  talk  …  but  wasn’t  sure  he  would  assuming  as  a  witch.  His  eight  self  was  …  tricky.

❝    There  was  some  knoweldge  about  my  eventual  future  that  can  be  horribly  painful.    ❞  He  admitted,  weighting  every  one  of  his  words.    ❝  As  much  couple  of  incarnations  who  might  be  painful  for  you  more  than  others.  Incarnations  when  I’m  a  long  time  ago  memories,  a  ghost  following  them.  Incarnations  when  I  am  an  curshing  remembrance  they  can’t  accept.    ❞  He  pondered  wiht  indifference  inside  his  voice.  His  futures  selves  were  another  possibility  of  his  existence,  a  following  path  outside  the  little  escape  he  created  for  himself.  They  were  him  …  and  they  weren’t.  Will  never  be  able  to  do  responsabilities  he  imposed  to  himself.  It  was  his  price  for  survival.  She  was  in  between,  who  asked  nothing  of  that,  who  asked  nothing  about  how  dramatic  the  future  will  turn  …  At  least,  he  could  offer  her  a  security  no  other  self  would  could  give  to  her  —  a  complete  guarantee  to  be  always  present  at  her  side.  It  was  still  strange  to  be  called  by  his  Academy  alias,  turning  somehow  nostalgia  about  that  time.  Anchored  him  about  how  he  was,  even  if  such  name  dissolved  little  by  little  …  He  wasn’t  anymore  an  peaceful  Theta  pretending  not  having  bloody  hands,  who  pushed  behind  responsabilities  of  criminal  actions  —  he  embraced  them  ;  he  embraced  his  own  darkness  ;  he  embraced  how  complex  his  nature  had  been  ;  he  embraced  a  past  betrayal  over  a  friend  …    ❝  I’ll  make  sure  nothing  can  happens  to  me.    ❞  He  bounced  back  amusingly.  Her  loving  confession  generated  an  pleasant  smile,  flattered  by  it.    ❝  I’m  caring  a  lot  about  you  too.  Concerning  bad  thing  that  will  happens  to  me  …  it’s  inexistent  as  it’s  a  could  be,  but  not  for  that  face.    ❞  If  one  day,  he  decided  to  going  into  Androzani  Minor,  it  would  be  by  choice.  It  would  be  a  willingly  choice  to  let  himself  die  and  sacrifing  himself  for  his  companion.  To  witness  the  chaos  of  that  place  and  doing  a  silly  mistake  on  their  first  arrival.  Before  losing  Peri  brutally  in  Thoros  Beta,  for  found  her  again  couple  of  decades  later.  If  one  day,  he  decided  to  give  up.  There  was  no  comments  about  the  reassurance  she  waiting  to  bring  to  him.  He  knew  there  was  a  protective  next  self  that  will  do  anything  for  not  having  Featherine  acting  as  a  horrible  witch  as  she  did.  His  future  incarnation  remained  anchored  into  denial  about  the  kind  of  man  he  had  been  turned,  about  all  the  crimes  he  committed  inside  another  life  …  when  there  was  guilt  about  another  universe  that  would  eventually  wake  up  for  never  fade  away  …  when  the  reason  who  pushed  him  to  change  dramatically  circumstances  will  be  remembered  …  without  forgotting  some  past  self  decided  to  kill  an  alternative  version  of  that  future  self  …  was  allowed  to  remain  alive  for  the  man  he  was  for  had  killed  a  logic  error  possibility  …    ❝  I’m  aware  I  can  trust  these  friends  you  mentioning.  That  I’m  not  theoretically  alone  into  that  protective  business,  though  such  protections  are  kinda  a  consequences  of  my  actions.    ❞  It  was  a  clue  left  in  the  atmosphere,  without  given  too  much  details  before  laughing  offended  by  how  she  was  experiencing  the  situation.    ❞  You  have  a  complete  security  with  me.  However,  I’m  not  exactly  travelling  in  the  same  way  I  did  before.  However,  how  circumstances  I’m  in,  could  be  emotionally  crushing  for  you.  Phil  never  mind  having  you  around,  expressing  how  much  he  disagree  with  half  of  my  decisions  and  acting  as  a  pleasant  babysister  confident  …  nevertheless  I  can’t  simply  turn  back  responsabilities  I  have.  I  can’t  force  you  to  be  comfortable  if  you  aren’t  with  such  affairs  meanwhile  I  find  compromise.  If  you  want  to  stay  around,  to  remain  with  me,  I  want  it  by  a  willing  choice.  Where  you  know  what  to  expect.  When  there  was  no  sudden  disappointment  to  come.  Time  is  infinite  for  me.  I’ll  always  be  next  to  your  side,  even  inside  moments  when  I  cannnot  be  seen.  I’ll  always  be  here.  I’m  always  here  with  you.    ❞  There  was  another  moment  of  silence.    ❝  That  other  business  endeavors  is  more  vast  as  you  can  imagine.  I’m  a  shadow  making  trembling  the  history  underground,  this  is  true.  However,  it’s  more  than  it.  Someday,  it  would  sense  to  you.  Someday,  all  these  men  in  black  coming  from  the  underground  will  resonate  differently.    ❞  There  was  some  victory  sound  coming  out  of  his  lips.

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For one incarnation and half, he thought of himself the Last of the Time Lords. Afterwards the curtain of the Time War ended, remembrances of everything would have been his homeplanet, who had been species he came from, disappearing in the wind … never meant to come back. Never meant to be touched again. For centuries, remnant of an explosion somewhere, where there had been one action left, one decision left for protecting the universe, had been inside his weighting hands. How long did he thought during that eternal War ? How long he had been remaining companionless ? How long he had slowly be an powerless observer of the complete destruction of his universe ? How long it had been for Time Lords themselves lose their last remnant of sanity and decided to mastering the entire universe for themselves, imposing themselves as the higher species, turning exactly as the Daleks, wishing conquering all simply for the sake of power ? Vagueness of remembrances now tourmented every day his mind. Transience memories created that uncomfortable sensation to not knowing reality anymore about what happened in the Time War --- Did Gallifrey truly exploded in the process ? Has the High Council of Gallifrey been destroyed ? What had happened to Leela, who had remained on this planet all this time? Where was Lady Romana, who had been the Presidency that had changed the mindset of the Time Lords the most ? What had become of Rassillon himself, who had appeared as original catalyst ? He didn't remember. In middle of the fire of Rokkenjima, in middle of that familiar explosion sound who eating everything around, in middle of remembrances from an faraway past, paradox to had experienced the Time War and be unsure about what truly happened born. The Last of the Time Lords becoming one of rare survivors of the Ushiromiya family. At that time, that last thought was the only thing who truly mattered. He became an survivor, again. He became an remnant of an past in which he cannot confess to someone, again. He survived an explosion, again. He saved no one, again.

Sometimes, there was recollections of hands of an undefined incarnation, who embraced on his hands an trigger. He couldn't even remember mentally inside which appareance it belonged to … Remembering the slight touch of the trigger. Remembering how there was hesitation inside his hands. Remembering how worried and firm he had been. Sometimes, as a silent reminder, he recalled to himself there was no one left … Sensing his own hands trembling, an silent refusal to recollecting to himself the Time War born. He thought for too long he had been the only one saved --- where even opportunity of an survivor was a dream. Often, meanwhile that Master incarnation was present around him, he wondered if this wasn't only that. He seemed dead for too long he couldn't even believe he could be here. Maybe it was just a dream. Maybe it was illusions he created for feel better. Sometimes his own conscience was broke apart towards the depth of despair he explored. That cave became so huge that himself cannot find his own way inside his mind … All fragments of himself had been shattered apart in middle of that explosion of 1986. Not only metaphorically. Not only inside an abstract way where his conscience had been tore apart. Physically, without knowing the origin, his own hearts, his soul at a Time Lord, had been destroyed that day … during that day of 5th October 1986, without regneration, he died … for had an rebirth that cannot be named. For an rebirth that cannot be described. For an rebirth in middle of recollections who saved tragically his mere being at he was dying … For twelve years, he had been crying towards the corpse of the Doctor. His own name was remembrance of his own grave. Everything who belonged to the Time Lord called the Doctor wasn't right. How he could enter inside an time machine where he was no savior ? How he could appreciate the humming of an TARDIS where that place was eternal remembrance of his failure ? If he dared touching too much recollections, how tragically circumstances had been repeating themselves between Rokkenjima and the Time War echoing once more inside his mind. How humans simply took the same way of the Time Lords … How the Time Lords, in which he barely had affections for them, diverged on their actual role because of greed … Thinking about how many planets, how many universes that could have been lost in the process hurt every portion of his soul. Inside some part of his mind, guilt about not be able to offer to Nyssa her own home once more tourmented him. An last of her kind almost like him, unless he had been the lighthouse allowing her to create her own future, where crossing that headlight once more had been her own doom … He wasn't alone. In the memory that he wasn't alone, whole emptiness despair of his expression managed to stand up for a moment, not to consuming him entirely. It wasn't her fault. Remembering the Time War would be remember degree of his bloody hands … Remember exactly who many people he failed …

He coud have spoke about the presence of the Master, who was mere ruin of their ruins. Nevertheless, he didn't know how. He wasn't the Last of Time Lords … but wasn't in the first place an Time Lord anymore. The Doctor died. Everything about him died. If he was still standing, it was gratefully given by that terrible remembrance on that day … ❝ I thought for a long time I was the last … but there was someone else … ❞ He didn't know how to talk about Koschei. Truthfully enough, he never truly spoke about his best enemy. The one who destroyed his life again and again, the one fullfilled of such potential, that little boy he offered another world than complete loneliness … Words were hesitant. ❝ The Master, it's how he prefer to be called. Some ghost from a past searching to find a ghost in me. ❞ Only such sentences could be expressed for describe him. ❝ A dream who sound too real … ❞ Acting as a silent reminder, recollection such question had been bring around for consciousness of his point of time inside his timeline came back. It was for gain informations about his current position inside his timeline. It was a signal she herself migth experienced the War in some parts … where the War itself never truly leave him. Not inside presented circumstances. Not inside the soldier he remember he had been. Not inside the underground's leader he had been inside the past, who had accumulated countless blood. He was a murderer. That single word was enough for not dwelling too much mentally on that recollection of the Time War. He was a murderer. Killing billions of Daleks as he never stopped destroy them as they crossed paths. Killing the Time Lords themselves, without protecting any kind of friends in the process, not for what he remember. Killing the entire Ushiromiya family because he had been a curious cat who had wanted see truth of a witch. Killing himself … How many people did he killed ? How many people he had been the executioner ? How many victims he generated on this world inside that dead name ? How many planets he devasted by his actions ? How many universes he altered ?

It was tear inside her golden eyes who stopped his outbrust of thoughts. Calmed sudden anguish inside his being, as trembling of his hands remaining. Suddently, repairs he had to do on that old girl barely mattered. Suddently, even his own presence inside that TARDIS was something totally ridiculous. The entire outside world dissociating inside that reminder left forgotten by the fogginess of time. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. He was dead. Everything about him was dead. There was no Time Lords. There was no Doctor. Dead. Dead. Dead. Gentleness of an hug generated an wave of surprise inside his brown eyes, blinking. As humming of the old girl, worried about the sudden crisis of his captain, seemed calmed down. As sudden realization there had been red colors had been gone. As consciousness itself returned inside his being. Attempting smile was exposed, nevertheless, merely ruins of emptiness exposed instead. No gentleness. No possibility to showing brightness. Someone empty. Someone who didn't seemed to react to anything … A ruin ready to collapsing … He didn't wanted to speak about it. It was how the Doctor was now. Nothing. Ruins. Ashes. Shattered fragments. Nothing else. Nothing to save. A short majesty in his look, giving the feeling that this brown look did not belong to him, accompanied a hand going to caress her back. An name of an Heaven along with golden gaze, as much he didn't pay attention, maybe the Golden Land truly opened another door towards these contemplative ruins. Noticing silently how much care had been settling down on her. Noticing discreetly how much determination had been present inside that honest and delicate gesture. Companion. Term itself was foreign in his thoughts. Once more, having another gaze's view --- Once more, having someone at his side able to comment his actions. Someone to protect. Someone he could watch the back. Someone that could smile again by his presence … Slowly, hands wrapped around her, giving back that sudden affection, wordlessly. ❝ It isn't your fault. ❞ He finally expressed. ❝ I died losing that risky bet, and I'm alive simply for remembering something ancient. A regeneration without outside sign but a rebirth of most unprecedented coming from inner soul of a Time Lord. The universe tried to protect me but it was Time itself that ripped everything from me. Time itself which has slipped away from my feet. ❞ He wasn't sure if he had to introduce that term. Introducing it to her. ❝ To which the ruins of a past identity have become an altar that can be worshiped for the witch I once was, becoming one again for save my soul. ❞

─「エデン」─  the MOMENT the time war had left her lips, the very moment those syllables were uttered, the trailblazer knew there was no turning back. and the words themselves were enough to bring that sense of terror to his expression. eden immediately regretted asking him that, she immediately regretted making him relive the pain and agony the time war itself had brought. her JOURNEY with the doctor occurred prior to THE TIME WAR itself, but that didn't mean she was free of what was coming for them. it didn't mean they were free of the fights that came to them during each journey. they triumphed almost all challenges that were thrown their way, of course. but her golden hues couldn't help watching THE DOCTOR who stood before her even when he no longer called himself one. she watched the thoughts and images being brought back to his mind. she wanted to part her lips, to apologize for making him remember such cruel time, but even she didn't know what else he was seeing. was that even the most recent war he participated in ? that was not the only terror he had seen, was it ?

                she recognized it, that sense of loss. the broken pieces that he buried deep within his gaze reflected upon it so clearly. because ... she had failed to save the ones she cared for, as well. she had failed to find her way to the doctor at that last day of the time war, when the burden of SACRIFICING EVERYTHING HE KNEW AND LOVED fell upon his hand. did he have to go through that, too ? did the man before her had to make that choice to end the war in the way that no one had won ?

                her question was answered directly. how he confirmed that it was indeed over, and the shattered, almost empty look in those eyes made her feel like she was seeing the end of the war all over again. there was no survivors, his voice uttered, in a broken tone that caused a crack in her heart, too. someone else managed to escape it. the words themselves echoed within her mind, struck at her like lightning as though she could UNDERSTAND the weight of that. and she did. it means ... even through all that sacrifices he had gone through, the enemy still survived. was it the master ? was it the daleks ? was it BOTH ? what if it was both ? THE TRAILBLAZER shuddered at the possibilities alone. her hand that was tugging at his sleeve quivered slightly, now. and once again, he confessed in an almost matter-of-factly manner. like it was him speaking the simplest truth. that he didn't fit the name doctor any longer, that he lost the rights to call himself one in the middle of a bet against time. and ... eden found herself staring at him, wide-eyed.

                never cruel nor cowardly. never give up. never give in.

                what was it that made him unable to carry on the name ? what did it mean by him losing it. did he ... fail to save someone ? what else did he lose ?

                and eden felt a single tear slipped down her golden hue. a single tear that cascaded down her cheek at the REALIZATION of the weight he was carrying. no, actually, she couldn't even fathom what he had gone through, what he had seen. but the trailblazer had always been chasing after the doctor. from that day onwards, she had always been chasing HIM, following him, her eyes were on him. it was like she made a promise to herself that if she had ever caught a glimpse of him, she would reach out. she would chase him until she could catch up. that day when he sent her away in order to save her life, she made a vow to no longer leave. not again, not again, not again. she didn't want to lose him again. but she did. she did ... she lost the war doctor on that last day of war, too. was she going to lose another doctor ? no ... no —

                without knowing it, eden had her arms wrapped tightly around his form. how the TRAILBLAZER had moved before her mind registered what she was doing. scarred arms wrapped themselves around the doctor. an EMBRACE so long overdue after everything he had gone through. when was the last time anyone had held him in such a way ? when was the last time he allowed himself to be held in such a way ? she didn't know. nor did she know the weight of his sins, of his mistakes, of his pain, she didn't know anything about this doctor other than the fact that he had lost it all, right down to even his own name and his own self.

                " i'm sorry ... " the words came barely above a whisper. her voice was so quiet that could have been missed if it weren't for the close proximity between them. she held him stubbornly, almost desperately. that vow she made to herself resonated with her even when she knew he wasn't him, that he wasn't the doctor she had been with. it didn't matter. it didn't matter one bit. she told herself to never let go of the doctor again if she had the chance. that this time, she wouldn't leave him alone like she had been forced to. over and over, she was forced to be away from him, and now ?

                how could she ever leave when he needed someone the most ? she couldn't. she wouldn't. gloved digits clutched at his back, feeling his aura enveloping her. he felt both familiar and foreign, but it felt right. he needed it, he needed this. he needed to know it was okay. that he didn't have to go through it alone. that was why she was here, that was why THE TARDIS and another power had summoned her here. her lips thinned, eyes burning. there were so many things she wanted to ask him, so many things about what his side of the story was like. what kind of experience he had, what kind of losses he endured, what sort of tragedy he had gone through to feel so undeserving of the name the doctor. what had killed this doctor ? she wanted to know.

                she wanted to know about him, if that would help him find himself once more, just like how she had found herself because of him. her arms tightened, and head buried to his chest. " i'm sorry this universe takes so much from you. " your kindness, your curiosity, your positivity, your hope, your light, your name, yourself, and all that you are. i'm sorry that all i could do now is hold your broken pieces together.

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Wandering around inside the current place he was in, in middle of London, mostly observing, he barely waiting for something. Slowly, he was searching to find another comfort in middle of England --- without be tourmented by endless temptations crossing his mind. How easy he would be to wrapping one of his last companions inside that journey of adventures, even if he wasn’t sure what kind of things he could promise that time around --- security, safety, for certain … but not really be the same brightful man he had been all those years ago, not be the one welcoming danger as a game, not the one that could be called out for his heroism … No, himself mostly had an approach of compassionate reader, who had abilities to becoming the director, once circumstances he could perceived wasn’t really at his taste : an terrible power, in which, as any author he came to admire, preferred to holding back and observing circumstances as they were carefully before act … There was others possibilities. Hands in his pockets, sensation to acknowledgement was anticipated inside an impression before physically showing up in front of an foreign face. By the immediate question he received, delicacy of his smile confessed an certain embarrassment in front of his gloomy features. ❝ Is it so visible from afar? ❞ He asked gently, amusingly towards awareness of his own emotional state. ❝ Well … I don’t usually confess myself to random people. Even to myself … » Oh, he could bring lot of complains towards one particular incarnation, but regardless how loud his voice could be, there will be no difference about what already happened. An gaze was left towards her. ❝ Did we knew each other ? Are you some companion I will met later ? ❞ He requested bluntly. ❝ You sounds like one … You look at me like one … Well … I could talk a little, I suppose. After all I have no ears right now that can listen to me ... ❞

The moment she saw his face, she knew; he was lost. There was no chance he would remember having met her when they were saving Gallifrey with his other selves -- proper time streams and all -- but Clara definitely knew him.

Number Ten, the one with the nice pinstripe suit.

"Oi, you," she remarked, making her way towards him, "You look as though you've been through the lot of it. Need a willing ear that will listen?"

@lightcreators liked for a starter with Clara! (for 10!)

[lightcreators]

Ah,  exposing  the  plot  twist  he  was  representing  day  after  day,  once  he  introducing  himself  within  his  role  ---  and  not  presenting  himself  as  someone  able  to  bring  Miracles,  as  it  was  something  that  could  be  brought  later  once  he  would  have  carefully  studying  circumstances,  and  oh,  knowing  the  mere  opinion  of  Featherine  about  it  …  after  all,  when  he  was  deciding  to  acting  directly  on  the  scene,  it  was  for  creating  another  level  of  interferences  in  which  normally  Featherine  undesiring  move  an  finger  wouldn't  obligated  to  bother  herself  ---  was  an  pleasure  he  would  never  get  bored.  Terribly  sad  it  was  pretty  much  impossible  of  his  part  to  turning  explicit  the  kind  of  beings  they  were.  Oh  no,  calling  the  MIB  right  there,  in  which  could  be  some  mistake  the  Master  incarnation  he  was  searching  for  could  be  inclined  and  terribly  tempted  to  do  at  some  point,  would  be  terribly  disastrous  for  that  timeline.  It  would  mean  they  would  have  an  beautiful  permission  to  do  everything  they  wanted.  It  would  be  an  perfect  authorization  about  how  he  could  do  whatever  the  fuck  he  wanted  ---   Featherine  would  be  hardly  limited  to  stop  him  …  because  that  particular  power  was  his  full  margin  to  please  himself without too much pressure.

They  weren't  so  kind  enough  to  presenting  themselves  for  stop  whatever  scheme.  He  wasn't  that  kind.  If  he  wanted  honestly  troubling  the  plan  she  had  carried  out,  it  would  be  a  surprise  coming  from  circumstances,  when  whatever  possibility  thought  would  be  destroyed  on  the  spot  ---  the  New  Who  Never  Was  and  the  large  time  before  that  had  been  an  wonderful  training.  He  loved  the  aftereffect  of  an  supposed  victory  turning  within  an  complete  illusion  !  He  loved  perceiving  the  suffering  of  the  other  end  thinking  they  had  it.  He  noticed,  of  course,  confusion  concerning  his  nature.  An  witch  could  be  the  answer.  An  human  who  stopped  to  be  an  human  a  long  time  ago.  His  perspective  over  Time  Lords  always  had  been  different  about  what  Featherine  could  have  imagined  on  him  :  he  had  never  give  a  shit  if  main  annoyance  had  been  an  alien  from  another  planet,  and  his  liking  for  taking  revenge  about  been  one  of  her  experiments  pushing  him  to  try  things  out  for  fun.  He  almost  killed  many  times  the  Doctor  once.  For  sure,  there  must  be  a  way  to  having  some  fun  with  some  endless  and  painful  death  for  a  Time  Lord,  whatever  how  precious  they  were.  He  could  dig  that  rarity  physically  if  he  could,  outside  to  exploring  their  emotional  limits.  He  also  knew  that  impression  she  returned  about  how  she  was  bothered  in  middle  of  her  last  preparations,  and  how  his  excitement  had  given  such  an  strange  result.  She  was  lucky  his  current  assholery  wasn't  focused  on  her  especially.  Indifference  remained  within  his  features  as  the  name  of  his  boss  was  expressed.  Within  that  timeline,  he  represented  nothing  for  the  Doctor,  didn't  knew  about  him,  and  if  he  did,  would  totally  disapproving  what  he  would  be  doing  for  sure  …  beyond  not  liking  not  be  spared  of  usual  treatment.  The  Doctor  wasn't  Featherine.  The  Doctor  wasn't  the  boss  he  knew.  ❝  You  aren't  the  only  one  being  observed.  ❞  He  noticed  slowly  with  an  playful  tone.  ❝  He  is  also  monitored  like  the  alien  that  he  is.  ❞  He  commented  once  more  before  slowly  explaining.  ❝  I  would  have  been  surprised  if  it  wouldn't  have  been  for  him.  That’s  what  you  like  to  do,  give  him  gifts  of  your  presence,  make  him  look  at  you  ☆  ❞  Regardless  brightness  within  these  statements,  there  was  no  emotionality.  He  really  didn't  care.  ❝  Don’t  worry,  I’m  just  watching.  Our  methods  are  different  if  we  decide  to  intervene.  Your  plan  can  go  exactly  the  way  you  want  it  to,  and  I  expect  to  have  a  good  laugh.  ❞ 

❝  Oh,  that  can  be  arranged  but  I'm  not  sure  you'll  enjoy  the  evening.  I  would  like  to  be  surprised  though,  if  you  can  manage  not  to  tremble  in  fear  at  some  point  in  our  innocent  appointment~  ❞  There  had  been  an  consciousness  of  the  ground  he  was,  and  as  always,  had  to  remember  a  complete  map  of  the  place  in  addition  to  other  things.  It  was  during  those  times  he  still  appreciated  the  presence  of  the  Paradoxes  witch  around,  whatever  how  rival  he  remained,  though  he  still  desired  to  spit  on  him  for  enjoying  further  circumstances.  ❝  As  I  said  earlier,  I'm  a  dedicated  observer  to  ensure  that  the  one  released  into  the  wild  doesn't  do  stupid  things.  He  could  try  it  out  of  boredom,  he  could  think  that  he  had  been  forgotten.  I  am  like  a  guardian  angel  who  comes  to  the  aid  of  those  seeking  miracles.  It  would  be  horribly  mean  of  me  to  let  one  of  my  protegees  down,  mh  ?  ❞  This  approach  always  had  his  favorite  ---  especially  with  the  Master  ---  that  he  had  to  tempt  her  to  further  conceal  that  she  spoke  with  a  dangerous  urban  legend.  Besides,  knowing  what  an  asshole  he  was,  who  spared  her,  who  didn't  attack  her,  could  only  please  her  ?

                   ˜”*°•.    Peculiar .  One  word  after  the   other  adding  more  and  more  peculiarity  to  the  situation .  He  knew  things .  He  knew  enough  to  catch  her  attention ,  to  keep  her  dancing  this  weird  tango .  Yet ,  she  couldn’t  understand  why .  Could  he  be  someone  from  the future  ?  An  incarnation  she’d  still  not  met   -  for  how  else  would  he  know  so  much  ?  Gaze  followed  him  carefully   -  the  way  he’d  looked  so  excited  just  by  being  there .  She  hated  it .  Hated  how  the  very  same  game  she’d  always  played  around  the  Doctor  was  now  being  tossed  her  way  in  the  most  frustrating  way  possible . 

❝ The  Doctor ? ❞  Curiosity  was  far  from  hidden  as  she  uttered  the  name .  ❝ Is  he  a  friend  of  yours  then ?  You  sound  quite  certain  it’s  for  him . ❞  Her  plan  had been  going  perfectly  well  to  be  allowed  to  be  destroyed ;  the  low  profile ,  her  supposed  death ,  everything  perfectly  set  for  the  big  revelation  to  be  made .  So ,  if  this  stranger  -  who ,  she  couldn’t  but  admit,  was  interesting -  had  come  there  to  ruin  everything,  well …  he  was  to  meet  with  a  bitter  disappointment .  She’d  waited  a  long  time  to  encounter  her  old  friend .  She’d  overstepped  billion   of  obstacles  to  come  that  far .  None  was  going  to  ruin  it  for  her.  None .

❝ As  much  as  I  appreciate  the  compliments ,  you  haven’t  even  asked  me  out  yet . ❞  Joking  words  bound  to  trigger  something,  anything .  The  land  was  abounded  with  bombs ,  after  all,  and  the  man  ahead  was  recklessly  dancing  among  them .  Still,  successfully,  though.  Why  ?  Who  was  he ?  And  most  importantly.  What  did  he  want  ?  

[lightcreators]

Rarely  did  he  ever  mention  Luke  Skywalker  publicly.  Actually,  he  never  did. Only  time  his  name  had  came  around  in  front  of  someone  coming  from  another  universe  lasted  from  Frodo’s  long  term  adventures  at  his  side  ---  when  once  the  foundations  of  the  Logic  Error  had  been  created,  once  the  landscape  door  of  the  temporal  abnormality  have  been  fixed  from  the  inside  by  the  indirect  piece  he  had  influenced  and  created  in  consequence,  emotional  turmoil  in  both  side  had  created  anchored  switching  concerning  everything  experienced  until  then  …  Emotional  wounds  he  left  on  the  Hobbit,  in  which  ocean  gaze  had  expressed  various  feelings,  fulfilled  of  an  undefined  guilt,  wrapped  inside  an  understanding  he  never  reached  too  much  to  dig,  concerning  that  following  anguish  over  his  features,  his  general  worries  over  his  state  …  will  never  healed.  He  became  officially  a  witch  during  that  moment,  during  that  instant  when  he  had  passed  an  impression  of  eternity  trapped  within  his  ship,  alone  with  his  thoughts,  searching  in  vain  something  logical  for  fixing  two  conditions  that  remained  unsolvable.  Opportunity  have  been  missed  out,  since  never  an  goodbye  have  been  expressed  between  that  obscure  companion  left  within  darkness  of  remembrances  and  official  acknowledgement,  but  he  would  have  perfectly  imagining  Biblo’s  expression  by  the  realization  of  what  he  did  …  as  he  would  have  imagined  in  same  manner,  from  his  personal  concerns,  his  limited  influence  didn’t  removing  him  to  going  into  an  path  that  could  be  painful  for  him  …  Well,  Biblo,  in  some  extent,  have  been  the  last  person  who  came  across  the  Doctor  within  his  incarnation.  Inside  his  memories,  he  was  possibly  the  single  person  in  the  world  able  to  recollecting  to  everyone,  once,  he  had  been  someone  who  have  been  so  inclined  to  help  he  calling  himself  with  his  original’s  title,  but  within  an  tragedy  to  be  weighted  under  his  shoulders,  having  influence  on  the  narrative  under  another  name  was  the  last  ground  of  playground  he  needed.  Frodo,  sadly,  never  experiencing  him  as  the  Doctor  ---  and  knowing  him  somewhere  within  the  huge  universe,  following  a  lost  legacy  and  desiring  protecting  as  many  people  as  he  could,  sometimes  turning  him  nostalgic  of  a  time  that  passed  too  fast  on  his  own  eyes.  Luke  was  different.  He  was  the  one  who  remembering  him  the  man  he  have  been  back  when  he  was  human,  back  when  he  dreamed  of  that  possible  other  existence  with  his  father,  back  when  himself  have  attracted  towards  an  miraculous  wish  ---  but  that  boy  didn’t  existed  anymore.  That  man  who  forever  written  out  as  the  original  version of him  might  exist  within  timelines of same universe,  the  man  he  had  created  in  consequence  cannot  get  his  erased  life back.

Melancholy  within  his  features  would  sound  like  a  particular  expression  during  their  reunion.  He  never  have  been  gone,  he  always  have  been  present,  he  always  have  been  an  presence  ---  but  this  was  different  of  experiencing  travels  together,  to  exploring  density  of  the  universe  with  an  particular  lightness  as  he  was  inclined  to  be  sure  landscape  will  be  safe  and  circumstances  remaining  harmless  inside  defined  timing  …  back  when  Phil’s  support  have  been  an  additional  presence  in  which,  as  everyone  else  before  her,  could  complain  with.  Even  Peri  appreciating  to  having  someone  able  to  listen  and  boucing  over  her  comments,  juggling  back  over  her  emotions  and  understanding  how  troubling  his  behaviour  remained,  within  that  emotional  detachment,  within  that  stubbornness  to  be  more  careful  at  every  move.  When  he  has  been  confessing  concerning  mistakes,  he  had  been  speaking  over  his  own  case.  Confessing  something  he  usually  wouldn’t  never  even  figuring  to  mention.  Back  when  he  thought  her  as  human  before  later  realization,  rarely  fragments  of  emotionality  have  been  truthfully  shared  with  her.  He  always  has  been  honest,  but  in  some  extent.  He  wanted  her  happiness  in  all  costs,  and  travelling  without  the  sunlight  of  his  travels,  without  that  brightness  who  transformed  his  loneliness  darkness  inside  lightness,  the  taste  was  different.  However,  with  that  Logic  Error  tormenting  the  rest  of  his  eternity  until  he  somewhere  found  a  way  to  recreating  Underground  logic  inside  another  universe  afterwards  have  broken  such  laws  and  somewhere  managing  to  offering  life  to  an  living  ghost  unable  to  exist,  travels  couldn’t  be  the  same.  Interferences  couldn’t  be  the  same.  He  couldn’t  be  the  same. 

❝  It  wasn’t  an  reproach  against  you.  ❞  He  expressed  inside  an  gentle  understanding  voice,  as  lack  of  closeness  towards  her  generated  same  behaviour  of  guardian  he  always  had  with  her  since  the  first  days  within  the  spring  of  this  incarnation  ---  moving  towards  her,  searching  to  look  her  beautiful  eyes,  looking  to  same  closeness  as  the  first  days,  though  keeping  his  hands  behind  his  back,  though  with  that  expression  of  thoughtfulness  he  was  recognizing  with.  ❝  Mine  aren’t  something  I  can  take  back.  Mine  aren’t  something  that  could  be  allowed.  I  would  be  offended  if  you  aren’t  allowed  to  do  mistakes  ---  none  of  them  ever  created  irreparable  damages.  ❞  Confession  was  associated  with  a  reassuring  gentleness,  as  he  was  expecting  questions.  With  all  this  time  without  seeing  each  other,  she  must  have  questions,  right?  He  has  been  witnessing  everything.  Even  from  an  background  position,  he  have  been  observing  everything,  making  sure  she  was  safe,  assuring  circumstances  will  never  making  it  losing  her.  He  couldn’t  be  the  one  asking  questions  when  answers  were  already  know.  He  couldn’t  start  that  ground  when  he  was  the  one  when  many  reproaches  could  be  sending.  He  had  desired  taking  her  hands,  as  he  understood  a  similar  desire,  even  if  he  understood  all  the  same  ---  they  needed  to  rediscover  each  other,  and  reassurance  had  to  be  placed  firstly  nothing  changed  between  them.  ❝  Everything  has  been  lonely  without  you.  ❞  He  admitted  without  detour.  It’s  always  having  been  the  case.  It  will  forever  been  the  case.  She  have  been  with  Koschei,  he  knew  that,  an  he  didn’t  wanted  introducing  that  name  when  he  concerned  her,  when  there  was  an  obligatory  compromise  to  sharing  the  same  person  for  four  different  hearts  beating  deeply  for  her,  when  on  his  side,  he  was  searching  within  an  particular  extent  to  touching  Koschei’s  hearts.  Phil  was  used  to  his  sudden  melancholy  and  passing  sadness  and  distress  betraying  his  features.  Remembrances  of  the  past  cannot  be  forgotten  ----  how  he  didn’t  managed  to  save  Adric  for  coming  too  late  inside  an  desire  to  offer aid,  last  words  of  Nyssa  though  an  communication  link,  the  way  Tegan  expression  have  been  wrapped  with  sadness  as  she  couldn’t  take  it  anymore,  the  smile  Turlough’s  offered  as  last  goodbye  …  even  how  Biblo  had  watching  him  hopeful  when  they  separating  path   …   and  Frodo’s  gentleness  as  he  wished  someday  he  might  forgive  himself,  in  which  Luke  insisted  he  will  be  the  one  taking  care  of  his  companion  as  goodbye  never  have  to  be  expressed.  ❝  I  missed  you  more  words  can describe,  though  I  was   here  for  you.  ❞

@lightcreators ( fifth doctor ) said "not all mistakes can be fixed." [ x ]

"I know, Doctor. I've made plenty of them." Sola replied, looking to the blonde cricketer with a sad smile. In all her travels, she made plenty of mistakes and she had tried to fix them. None of them seemed to be bad enough to change anything in the fabrics of space-time and that was good. However, she still made them and not all could be fixed. Some were meant to be broken and changed.

In a strange way, she missed the Doctor a lot. This one and the one in the horrid coat of many colors. Oh, she missed her friend dearly. Her eyes glanced over the cricketer and sighed. She wanted to reach out for him and take his hand in hers, but stalled. It took a great deal to actually speak romantically to him after they hadn't spoken in a while.

A sigh escaped her, looking to the blonde with a wary but fond smile. "I missed you, you know?" she simply stated. Not going into detail over it.

[lightcreators]

It  was  one  of  these  rare  times  when  he  could  allowing  himself  not  to  present  himself  officially  as  a  MIB  —  even  though,  couple  of  clues  about  some  inhuman  nature  would  have  to  been  projected  in  middle  of  that  first  approach.  So  far,  they  contented  themselves  to  observe  in  the  background  —  to  be  his  boss  main  line  of  conduct.  They  could  enjoy  the  situation  of  these  different  brilliant  superheroes  on  stage  differently,  while  enjoying  darkness  of  background,  pulling  other  strings  skillfully.  One  of  these  days  when  he  expected  nothing  particuliar  coming  from  his  introduction  :  in  one  way  or  another,  he  always  managed  to  get  his  fun  or  eventually  involving  himself  inside  circumstances  discreetly  without  prior  consent  of  Featherine.  Acting  like  that  generated  pleasant  turnarounds,  even  if  his  boss  couldn’t  cover  him  accordingly,  but  of  which  he  liked  to  fully  assume  a  situation  —  he  was  the  one  truly  holding  the  power  after  all.  Silently,  he  watched  her  as  she  hurriedly  took  a  moment  of  temporary  relaxation  for  get  a  cafe.  Staring  without  saying  a  word  or  to  been  perceived  was  almost  something  he  could  proud  of  —always  welcomed  to  offer  one  smile  or  two  for  afar  before  find  another  darkenest  spot,  when  he  could  bring  some  sense  of  terror  inside  the  strange  experience  the  witness  would  realize  …  nevertheless,  this  time  around,  he  had  to  force  himself  not  to  playing  down  that  role.  Though,  inside  an  thoughtfulness  begun  to  born,  coincidence  accident  had  to  happens  …  when  his  complete  lack  of  reaction  where  this  kind  of  situation  was  so  insignificant  to  him  that  he  was  unable  to  feign  an  emotion  of  care  didn’t  help  him  to  thwart  usual  habits.  Looking  still  though  various  consequences  on  his  suit,  he  mentally  gave  himself  a  note  that  a  wash  would  be  necessary  …  and  surely  one  of  the  outfit  the  other  party  stained.  First  impression  will  be  his  complete  indifference,  nothing  changing  on  that  part  apparently  !  Smiling  slowly  in  front  of  absence  of  reactions  concerning  her  blame  over  circumstances,  he  recalled  to  himself  last  time  there  was  no  need  to  play  the  MIB  beautifully  right  now,  not  today.    ❝  It  ’s  an  unexpected  accident.    ❞  He  teased,  conscious  his  presence  on  the  landscape,  who  hadn’t  been  noticed  until  then,  generated  that  kind  of  coincidence.    ❝  A  good  shot  of  water  will  be  necessary  to  repair  the  damage.  It  happens.  It  had  to  happen.  ❞    He  offered  his  last  sentence  in  an  mysterious  tone.  As  much  he  appreciated  the  proposition,  his  black  suit  was  worth  a  fortune  —  despite  modern  choices  available,  he  rather  liked  that  style  of  decades  earlier  …  he  had  accumulated  enough  to  bring  out  the  Victorian  style  on  occasion,  like  today,  since  it  was  projection  of  abnormality.    ❝  It  will  be  difficult  to  find  a  period  Victorian  suit,  except  if  you  have  a  fortune  to  spend.  I  appreciate  the  proposal,still  you  also  need  a  change.  Show  up  covered  in  stains  won’t  give  you  a  good  impression  so  we  can  mutually  solve  it.   ❞

@lightcreators liked for a starter (Karen&Philip)

Karen is use to unusual things since dealing with Matt, and the others. She’s very use to it. So it will surprise her when very normal things happen. Today’s normal thing, she was late. Very late. She doesn’t have a case, which is good, but she is suppose to be at a meeting. She couldn’t be mad at anyone other than herself, she was the one that decided to stop and get coffee after all. It would have been extremely fine… if it hadn’t been for her turning the wrong way and running into someone, coffee spilling over her and the man in front of her. “Shit shit.” She said looking down at her shit, pulling it from her skin a little to stop the heat as the green fabric was now turning into a darker color. “Shit.” She said again and looked at the person in front of her. “I am so sorry.” She said. They also had coffee on their clothing, and Karen wasn’t sure which one of them had the most coffee on their clothing. “I can pay for a new outfit.” Karen told him. “Shit I’m so sorry.”

[lightcreators]

Oh, he understood perfectly, though there was an absence of oral comments. Even since the Academy, they always reacted that way, as they always seemed to naturally bring some sudden flirts between each other without any kind of barriers or explanations --- as an Academy student, he loved brought himself in lot of trouble, and needed distractions over the bore of the lessons, where his dissatisfied quest concerning the universe always marginalized him somewhere … An slight remembrance over the Deca, or even becoming an witch, evolution of their different paths was something he would need to think over. Transforming his Koschei mindset inside fatality he would have to experencing portions of his world was an interesting bet he was making with the universe --- as himself wished to be surprised if the Master could understood enough that dimension for accepting to becoming a witch himself, and touch another degree of understanding … or carry on that hopeless delusion to removing someday Featherine inside consciousness of his old friend. For one, mentally, he used that name inside an third-manner consideration, whatever how, internally, he was amused about how it was about speaking about himself … about something endless that cannot be removed because his eternal existence cannot be ‘removed’ as easily, and was an important anchor inside his timeline. Slowly, thoughtfulness was swallowed up. Around his Koschei sharing that particular face he came deeply attached with regardless his emotional distance, he had been noticing inside emptiness and fear of his gaze the nostalgia of past recollections … He noticed easily around that parallel Koschei the same look. Nevertheless, the taste seemed less … unreacheable ?

At least, he did good to reassuring both these incarnations he wasn’t going to do any harm. Taking advantage of circumstances had came naturally, as he remained an observer, and no matter what kind of interesting dynamic that could born between him and that parallel Koschei, he would have to pondering how make that miracle reproducible … Conditions will be different, circumstances of the transition too, nevertheless, he touched an hope he cannot remove of his eyes. He touched one circumstance inside endless cat box of his existence he was deeply interested with … With his specific incarnation, wandering around timelines for found solutions for himself was part of his responsabilities. Another thing his other selves would blame him someday. Slowly smiling, he pondered also how that parallel Koschei reaction would be once part of his mysteries will be solved. Would still remain his most beloved oldest friend regardless how much he assumed all the blood he commited and how much he wanted discovering the universe and helping people, though inside another manner of do it ? Did he have to carefully lead him an clue over witches world inside such conditions it wasn't needed ?

At his answer, he almost wanted him to be more specific. At the assumption, he assumed it was possibly sex considering their various circumstances and how the things were … but maybe it could be something else. It wasn’t about him anyway. He had no care to know what his alternative self did in his private life --- he was from another universe, he wasn’t personally concerned as an incarnation … and since it had been since the beginning, he could embracing the difference without details. Found out the little lines by himself was intellectually exciting. As he touched various buttons of the console where he make sure previously no consequence will happens to such touch --- since he was possessive over his blue box regardless his charming polite face --- his smile inscreased further. ❝  About --- us. ❞ As far he understood the playfulness inside that sentence, himself had no particular happy memory to share in middle of that console room. Where he saw Adric die. Where Nyssa once leaved them suddently following an sudden trouble, leading them to Terminus. Where he eventually returned into E-Space inside most dramatic circumstances, where their exit was fullfilled by the absence of Nyssa left behind. Where Tegan decided she couldn’t take it anymore … Or where the Master coming from the future had been realizing truth about everything who had happened to him. No, they had no joyful moments with him around the Master inside the console room … Pressure was present, complains were heard, pain embraced the atmosphere … Concerning his personal happiness, he rarely asked that question, until naturally, such peaceful parallel universe awakening silenced desires of something he can’t have and can’t request … Playfulness inscreased inside that natural blush who remained, as touching his hair was quite another level of his hands … It was matured, but, at the current moment, he truly wondered if he could experiencing that kind of happiness … How much emotionally he forced himself to believe he could live without Koschei. He couldn’t release the lock of such emotions sadly. He preferred enjoyed the coincidences. ❝ You might be surprised about how I managed easily to mastering that method you might feel offended~ ❞ He teased back with playfulness.

He didn’t acted as an manipulator here so half-admit to Koschei he used his good charms for some good use wasn’t a low bow. Showing all his good faith was his way to reassuring him, as he suffered personally so much of the anger of his personal Master with that face, than he undesired bring eventual sorrow to that Koschei. That naturalness of protection naturally had been exposed once more, and it won’t probably disappearing again. In middle of another universe, in front an parallel Koschei, he could expressing to him how much he cared about him --- where it would be something he anchored knew considering the parallel Theta he had … Explorations made by Koschei to discovering each other was quite an game he could play. Since the beginning, he remained an witch who played his cards carefully. Beyond distractions of the action, he could touch a fragment of happiness right in the middle of another definition of light control of circumstances. Losing or winning didn't matter, since he could let himself be carried away by the flow of the river. Joy who showed up once more as he took his hand at the proposition of an tour. ❝ My library looks more like an entire city, another dimension in a box~ Comparison promises to be amusing. Many books will confuse you ... and others will have to remain secret, not to spoil the pleasure ♥ ❞ Inside playfulness of his tone he was interested by his future reactions, as he finished protecting quickly some measures over his TARDIS, for those eyes remaining innocent. As he finished, he didn’t waited long, and bring him along these usual white corridors where some doors could be found … Adric’s room didn’t changed. As he didn’t touched Nyssa’s one. Peri was half-living inside the TARDIS so her room became larger within time … ❝ Without surprise, the first doors are companions rooms … but well … I keep some as memories … and the one who serve become an house I avoid enter inside my companion’s privacy. ❞

Koschei wanted to do better at not reacting to those touches in that way— if nothing else he didn’t want to give himself away. He wanted to explore what he was idly shown, to not look like a deer in headlights at the shock of a different Doctor with different… Dynamics. And Koschei knew that he was harmless, knew it more than Theta. (Who already knew that quite a lot— but he was always stubborn.). Then there was some distance put between them, and he couldn’t help wanting to close it again. He loved the different. Loved the new. Five was very much like a little puzzle for Koschei to solve, one painted in nostalgia and bright colors and fun reactions.

And Koschei recognized that, speaking of fun reactions. He was naturally incredibly touchy with Theta, he didn’t notice that it would bleed over onto a different one until he saw red cheeks and the first sign of anything akin to nerves on this man. “Lots of good times. You could say so.” he said, fingertips ghosting over controls on the console idly. Koschei raised an eyebrow with a smile. “Oh? Are you talking about us? Or yourself?” he directs with a cheeky smirk. And he boldly tried at a casual touch again, reaching out to fix some strands of Five’s hair. “Believe me, I know that you know how to turn a pretty face into a weapon better than most people in the universe…” he teases. “No matter what universe you’re from.”

Koschei grinned, prodding once more. He liked projects, liked seeing how far he could poke and prod until something gave. So Five changed the subject to a tour, and this time he grabbed at his hand without flinching. He knew how to try to take control of a situation without much effort. Or Five would know what he was doing, and that was a bit intoxicating too. At least now he’d get a better look. “A tour! I’d love one. I’d love to compare our library collections, based on what I’ve seen I think you really will have us beat…” he says, looking back at him. “Well? Lead the way.”

[lightcreators]

Indifference easily came about how he could watched at within an outsider gaze. In middle of his perspective, every landscape was an chessboard in which there was possibilities along his hands, even if sadly usually his boss wouldn't allow him to touch closely other players … for not an unlimited period of time. Besides, everything move inside say chessboard was result of gentle calculation made previously in the background : pieces had to move in an certain way, creating an particular result, where influence had been exposed discreetly ! Within the years, remnant of caring consideration about the pieces of an chessboard lowered down, becoming simply pleasant toys that could amusing him for a while --- where eventually, someday, sometimes, he might grow bored with … and would have to left down. Unless of course it concerned one particular boy, in which, whatever the appareance, whatever the timeline, whatever circumstances, he would wish something more --- Currently, presented normality of the all grown man he could be perceived with, was another illusion left inside the outside world.

Proudly, everyone knew him without even realizing his existence, which was funny … Oh, an thought about how he represented an urban legend in which role and personality became one mutual element asssociated to his persona, where he could hardly explaining he was playing the MIB … It was a little more subtle than that. As an MIB, inside such position, he didn't have to care about whatever the kind of expression the other end will give him, nothing will change about the treatment he would give. Whatever if the other party broke. Whatever if the other party begging for mercy as brutal truths were remembered. Whatever if mentally the other end wasn't prepared for the experience. It always had been his polite way to act nice, to listen. More than more time, within people inside their organization, he expressed how he wasn't someone people shoudn't mess with, unless if they didn't find themselves brutally killed where no one would think a human could do it ! He had been someone after all who sadly cannot kill anymore physically his boss who had been annoying before, nevertheless, had maybe an possibility to explore guts of an Time Lord with the Master, who probably would have wished something else than his heavenly door wasn't keep by his gentle protective presence !

Amusingly, he understood right away why that metaphoric talk might be surprising. He had been admiring his future alternative existence inside another chessboard with an uncontrollable contempt he wasn't supposed to know about that chessboard for that reason --- where actually, without doing much, he appreciated to watching an younger naive another of his self getting himself tortured by witches … before eventually turned brutally angry and jealous and envious towards the abilities of that man not to break down as it should be, and eventually managing to gain happiness inside his terrible circumstances. Thoughts, that time around, he had to control internally for remain an pleasant man. He wanted the destruction of Ushiromiya Battler, and had been totally content about how Lady Bernkastel and self-proclaimed Furudo Erika decided to handle him, exposing indirectly an possibilitity of another alternative he didn't wanted to look at --- but an man that could being the culprit as the killer of his own family did existed … even though it was an reality coming from the past, even thought it was something who had been reflected otherwise. It wasn't the most important within Rokkenjima chessboard, where he could still remaining metaphorically around the Witch of Illusions in two manners, along the Witch of Miracles in which he shared indirectly an title, and along his future self who didn't wanted to search explanations on an Victorian boy who decided to pick HIM.

He was pleased still she sensed power he was handling. It was changing of the Master slow decomposure of his face realizing he might be something more than just an random scary human who totally knew how to kill people beyond to be power hungry … ❝ People living inside chessboards of their existence, as game within an landscape they aren't aware of. It's how I perceive it. Simply an landscape for fun, simply some pieces that could be manipulated at leisure, simply some pieces fullfilled of dreams and desires, simply some pieces wanting something eventually … ❞ It was his gentle manner as himself to speak about such thing, as sadly, he learned far too much about about being manipulated by his boss, to had been turned into an testing piece without his knoweldge, remaining without sensation of free will since in some manner, his actions were 'controlled' by influence he received. As an MIB he influenced couple of people for accepting an omerta without return, when he will know if they dare broke such thing, and would giving him associated consequences. As an underground leader pretending to be less that he was, acting as an adviser but still reflecting how he was in charge, he kept everyone in line … where tempting the devil would simply wish his boss was around for protect their poor existence of terrible ending. As an witch … he promised an particular future, meanwhile be honest about circumstances reality, about how much they could hope for that desired 'miracle' they search for … where he used to be this wishing fountain to play with the waves of this water of which he felt master, where sometimes he could take advantage of a despair presented to give them an illusion … until they make it a reality … which was different of the miracle his alternative self could create in middle of low possibilities and another man who managed with paradoxes to create beautiful results in which he was jealous. Too bad he hadn't been able to receive Lady Bernkastel's direct oral approval of their behavioral resemblance, nevertheless, he understood this witch so much that he could entertain himself metaphorically ! ❝ An chessboard is something immense and quite limited as same time, because there are particular events that cannot be touched, because there was direction of an script … ❞ He was part of shadows that cannot being perceived in daylight, of these darkness belonging to another dimension it was antichamber of the Underground where demons and ressurections could be offered as an treat in middle of an Faust's deal. He laughed as she asked that question. Ah, really, this was so amusing when pondered about him.

Within along friendly and amused smile and laugh, he answered innocently. ❝ Simply a businessman who knows how to speak the truth~ ❞ Of course, he wasn't going to confess yet he was part of the underground, neither about how all the other things he was doing. Still, he wanted bouncing back towards riddle concerning aura he left in the atmosphere. He wouldn't never get bored of such sensations, it was so pleasant for the eyes ! ❝ Also someone in which people could confine their dreams and find themselves granted if they have the guts to their wishes … which is much unlimited entertainment. Unfortunately for some, this is a necessary step if they hope to receive a fragment of hope for something that probably couldn't happen~ ❞ It was an thought towards incarnation of the Master struggling with circumstances. ❝ There's something beautiful about being an unsolvable mystery, a pleasant comforting shadow~ ❞

​​─「エデン」─  he was someone more than to meet the eyes. if anything, the CORRUPTED VESSEL felt as though she was barely scratching the surface with what he had allowed her to feel and experience in his presence. he was both open and enigmatic all at the same time. open in a way that he wasn't trying to hide anything, and enigmatic in a way that his expression nor smile gave ANYTHING AWAY for those around him to understand. that was what drew her in, wasn't it ? the façade he deployed, yet the honesty and how unapologetic he was about it all. he had been nothing but honest with her, wasn't he ? like he had NOTHING to hide, yet, in his hands was a sort of power that so many would be terrified of.

                " players, you say ... " she had witnessed how many strive to win his APPROVAL. he felt like a god, someone who was in control despite having been limited. the word limit comes up a lot in conversations, too, with a certain time lord. " who are you, really ? " the question was uttered with a tinge of innocence, a flash of CURIOSITY lacing her usually cold and indifferent tone. she wasn't masking that spark of interest. she wasn't trying to pry into his business, but she was genuinely curious as to the ROLE he held over so many. was it admiration ? perhaps. something of a more twisted nature laced in that, too.

[lightcreators]

Draft's of an playful smile reflected inside his expression. There was an discreete lightness inside his brown eyes. How it couldn't be otherwise ? Wasn't the incarnation in which companions expressed deep affections towards him, wished an silent forever, where himself had wanted to believe he could bring justice to such feelings ? Remembrances were away. Remembrances were painful. Someday, love was created by accepted to let go of moments shared together, to perceiving circumstances as they were and not how the mind imagined it, to remember all the little details he had far too much distracted to notice. To cherish every moment where the other person was at his side, regardless if there was an attached missing instant associated to these memories. Nyssa. Even today, inside his current incarnation, the hanging regrets of decades ago remained somewhere in middle of the console room. Sometimes nostlagic feelings were experienced concerning Rose, facing an personal future somewhere inside another parallel universe, where she could built another experience on her own.

How funny she was imagining no distraction will be done where he let no one be that close again … Where he didn't even remember if he let someone that close before. Memories were mixed. Memories were terrible. At least, she had doing the gesture meanwhile he had been reading something, desiring find entertainment inside the calmness of the console room, adding to his own charming face some glasses to add more charm. Nevertheless, no move was made for removing on her spot. These things were … complicated for him. Complexed. Emotionally difficult to accept. So many description he could brought as an remembrance it was an fragment of the past, as it would be an dangerous path … Even the remembrance of the name Doctor managed to bring an strange look over his face. The Doctor. Even his own title was strange to be expressed by his own companion lips. ❝ I'm a very bad match, of the kind, from soil so old that old librarians will be surprised at the old book behind the cover looking so young. ❞ He mused playfully, as he wanted avoiding such … delicate circumstances again. His hearts had been broken to the core. A detail he managed to forget to remember himself ! ❝ Interested in the ruins of ancient worlds ? ❞ He mused once more time with playfulness.

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it will be very clumsy for ten, but it would give him affections ... that promises to bring clumsiness

─「エデン」─  " i promise i'll try not to distract you from what you were doing, doctor. " did she know he wasn't familiar with affections ? yes. would that deter her from actually being affectionate with him ? of course not. though she said she wasn't going to distract him, her being on his lap might prove to already be a diversion to his attention, whatever he was focusing on, that is. maybe that was her intention all along ? who knows.

[lightcreators]

Playfulness pleasure welcomed every corner of his smile. It wasn't exactly the first time he witnessed some interesting people along the way, but such meetings were something rare : difficut was to find an potential jewel inside the immensity of the universes ; hard was to suddently crossing someone in which he could naturally feel respect towards. A long time ago, the familiar presence of the Golden Witch, associated to her tragedy of her being, associated to the dimensional link they shared to each other, brought an desire to widened an mere game to something bigger --- why limited a revenge wish for exposing a tale merely to remnant of their family ? Why limiting themselves to one family where they could take revenge over all noblesse sphere ? Why didn't she used misunderstandings about her being as something brilliant ? In some manner, he proposed that deal to Alois Trancy : attracted by the intelligence of the kid behind his nice appareances, attracted by the strange opportunity offered down his face. Removing an noble out of the chessboard he cannot killing himself --- because Alois Trancy was supposed to be the one doing it --- had been an simple proposition. Wasn't Alois Trancy bored of the old asshole who welcoming him with nothing, ignoring him most of the time, treating him like a toy ? What hurt it would be to using him as playground inside his darkness atrocities ? What harm would be exposed to giving him the hell he offered to others ? Oh, he never forget the impression of that boy. He killed discreetly without hesitation his issue, and oh, was excited to becoming part of the shadows of the underground. Which was good, since he wold have to sending his thanks to the God of the Underground later ---

Slowly, he forced his amusement not exploding at his face. Oh, he had been noticing the sparking stars inside her golden eyes, nevertheless, there was an associated indifference. With her, confessing he blamed his limits imposed to him sounded interesting information to share. Something he personally complained with his boss, who lowered down his abilities to interfere. Actually, he had no idea about how much he could go without be limited in some manner … He would probably offering so much dead to Thanatos, he would turning his own personal Hades. Sadly, as much the shadows of the God of the Underground remained behind his back, as much some opinion had been expressed in front of his future self in middle of higher spheres, he never knew what Hades himself thought of his little person --- excepted he was supporting him. By the manner he introducing that to her, of course, he expected the potential confusion. As naturally, his lips escaped the truth most tragic truth in the room --- he was the friendly one, depiste be an horrible person, compared to the indifferent monster that could be his boss.

There was an silent approval inside an discreete laugh. Featherine was the only exception. Featherine Augustus Aurora, regardless no matter he resenting her, will be forever his exception. She was the only person in which he could accept, since she never stopped to doing that … to be in his fucking way and searching to change his perspective. There was his wife also, but rare were the people who knew the Golden Witch existence and see her with their eyes --- ❝ It isn't an impression. I let no one stand in the way. ❞ Silent admission inside his blue gaze reflected they die if they did --- and he didn't even care about what species it could be. It could be anything. It could be everything. It would change nothing. No mercy for other families of the underground ; no mercy for humans ; no mercy for aliens --- it was how he get his fun ! How it could be funny otherwise ? There was further amusement inside his features. His friendliness was something real on his side, not some kind of mask he used as an appareance. He learned quietly how to showing himself meanwhile he remained at his most pleasant personality. Alois Trancy always wanted to see more of that. He loved so much that dreadful Witch of Illusions for that --- one of single person that could digging over the potential of his being, as something natural, as something no efforts was pushed for such results. He laughed in return to the proposition. ❝ I don't want to receive an preaching of my boss ☆ ~ ❞ He confessed with a smile. ❝ He is perfectly conscious about the asshole that I am, and how to say, regardless about being an magnificent monster around, he still around rules and timelines perseverations ☆ Something I don't care. Something I will not give a shit about the consequences. ❞ Some remembrances were pondered mentally. ❝ Unfortunately I no longer have an heart for it ☆~ ❞ Last proposition was happily listened. At least, she was that kind of people. The kind in which he could find natural amusement between each other, as easily they were to understood each other without even knowing each other much --- how alike they were in their looks. ❝ I have no shortage of entertainment to offer. Neither imagination of how amusing myself. I must continue to show how much I deserve my reputation ☆~ ❞

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" People assume I'm nice. For looking friendly most of time. For be limited inside everything I want to be, but couldn't do as much I want. It's the paradox about me. As an asshole, I'm an moral compass. " ( philip butler @ corrupted eden. HERE WE GO )

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エデン」─  being limited by something, whether it was the authority, the laws, or circumstances, that was a feeling the VESSEL understood more deeply than anyone else. it was contained, it was sealed deep within the frame that harbored NO MEMORY of the past, having no other purpose other than housing the seed of disaster simply waiting to be unleashed. and it was. the moment it was broken free, two existences merged into one and the will of the destruction path became like a beacon. like a guiding light. EDEN blinked her eyes, the stars within her pupils sparkled with interest and intrigue. oh. this person before her was unlike others. she could feel the bubbling excitement inside of her, causing her gloved digits to twitch and lips to pull up into a grin.

                " you don't seem like the type to let anyone stand in your way. " was that a statement or an encouragement ? perhaps it was BOTH ? one evil could sense another evil without even trying. and this man appeared to see through the façade she had adopted as a self-preservation mechanism. she had to pretend to be good in the eyes of others, to keep up that appearance and lies or else a SEAL might be placed back onto them. they wouldn't want that, wouldn't they ? a delightful laughter escaped her lips where her gaze remained locked to this individual before her. her head tilted to the side, curiosity sparked in the starlit optics of hers. " why don't you break those limits ? " now, this one was a clear ENABLER. she had found someone with the same shade of red, so why wouldn't she latch onto him for company ? she wondered how far this one could go, how far they could go if they are allowed to be unhinged. her smile deepened enthusiastically so. " i'd be more than happy to lend you a hand. "

[lightcreators]

Innocence  within  golden  eyes  created  slight  realization  she  wasn't  the  same  corrupter  being  he  had  crossed  previously  …  than  her  knoweldge  about  him  could  be  limited.  Well.  Maybe  if  he  was  referring  to  some  golden  boy,  maybe  she  would  imagining  who  he  could  be  ?  In  kind  of  gentle  manner  he  was  supporting  another  witch,  in  which,  regardless  an  strong  influence,  it  remained  trapped  in  the  background,  inside  an  realm  where  the  concerned  wizard  didn't  wanted  remember  over  the  little  kingdom  he  was  associated  with  ? Without  too  much  context,  his  sentence  wouldn't  making  lot  of  sense.  After  all,  his  profound  jealousy  for  his  future  self  pushed  him  to  do  judgemental  actions  for  better  trapped  him  mentally  !  ❝  It's  an  anniversary,  every  year.  ❞  An  reminder  once  for  the  Doctor  of  all  the  time  he  had  left  until  an  fatal  date,  and  remembrance  over  what  happened  now  that  explosion  happened.  It  remained  an  reminder  for  Featherine  she  had  survived  another  year.  For  him,  it  was an  recollection  his  future  self  will  not  escape  his  condescending  gaze,  an  thought  for  his  alternative  wife  in  which  he  did  considered,  and  another  reminder  over  his  altered  nature.  With  the  presentation  as  a  witch,  the  MIB  part  could  be  temporary  let  behind.  Another  alternative  of  her  would  deal  with  that  meanwhile  poor  Master  will  remain  struggling  with  reminder  of  his  presence.  ❝  Of  course  we  can  celebrate  together.  Hm,  someone  else  would  find  uninvited  and  left  behind,  so  next  time  you  see  some  golden  boy  you  know,  reassure  him  you  met  one  of  his  tutors!  I'm  sure  you  will  express  how  the  moment  will  be  pleasant  with  old  good  Phil  !  ❞  He  playfully  mused  as  he  knew  her  name,  for  had  already  met  her,  but  not  that  iteration  though.  Amusement  flattered  his  features.  ❝  You  heard  that  word  before,  right  ?  ❞  He  forced  himself  not  to  reference  Draco  right  away,  old  MIB  habits  !  ❝  I  can  tell  you  more,  of  course.  You  must  have  an  perception  of  it  already  that  I  can  dig  further.  I'll  happy  of  you  bring  me  to  your  raccoon  friends  ~ I'll be happy ~   ❞

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" October mean another year to be a witch~ Funny it's also an important day for you. At least it's full of celebration (and not remembrance over one circumstance!)" Philip Butler cheered to her.

RACCOON DAY !! || always accepting

─「エデン」─  " another year to be a witch. so it's an anniversary, of sort ? " there was a spark of curiosity within those AMBER HUES of hers as the TRAILBLAZER scooted a little closer. she was intrigued, now. despite having heard about that word, witch, more often than she could count, the stellaron vessel realized she still didn't know much about it. at least not enough for her liking.

                " then, we should celebrate together ! and would you mind telling me more about it ? being a witch, that is. " she grinned at him. " i'll take you to see some of my raccoon friends in return ! "