The 12th Doctor
Time Lord
Shouting at people keeps you alive, healthy, young, fresh.
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Post by The 12th Doctor on Jun 13, 2014 2:53:06 GMT
Twelve had a pretty darn good day, to be completely honest. He had just saved yet another planet from annihilation, though he did lose some of the people in the process, which was upsetting. Life went on, he would never get used to it, but he would learn how to move on faster over the years of losing so many people. However, he decided he'd make a nice pit stop back on Earth, London, to be precise. Clara was off teaching at that school and not traveling with him at the moment, and he missed her. But life went on. She would join back up with him later. He was getting a bit tired of being at the beck and call of his friend, not being able to travel with her when he wanted, but only when she wanted to. Then again, all of his companions had something about them that made them slightly annoying. Otherwise he wouldn't like them. Annoying was good if it wasn't constant and there were other qualities that he did like within said person.
He liked visiting Earth, though his TARDIS seemed to enjoy Earth more than he did. But this time it was his choice. A nice stroll around the streets of London. Maybe he would find something interesting to do. Trouble did seem to follow him around. Though he hoped trouble would stay away. He had enough for a little while. He preferred relaxing right now, after an incredibly hard, yet successful day on another planet. Wearing his black coat with red interior and black boots, Twelve made his way out of the TARDIS. He made sure to give her a good-bye pat as he left as a nice curtsey. She was his longest and most constant companion, no matter how much he might get angry or grumpy with her.
And so he entered the busy streets of London where no one noticed the out of place blue box. There was something ever so curious, however, and he could swear he could almost feel the presence of one of his people around, but it was so faint, he decided it was probably just in his head. "I'm getting old," The Doctor muttered to himself smiling at his blue box before starting down the street he had landed on.
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Aleena
Time Lord
baking up a storm, excuse
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Post by Aleena on Jun 13, 2014 4:01:05 GMT
It should not have been this hard to find a market.
Ever since she and Rassilon had found each other once more on this desolate rock, Aleena had taken up the role of domestic housekeeper. She cooked, she cleaned, and she chided Rassilon when he snuck one too many cookies or slices of cake. It probably wasn't a good policy, and Aleena knew their new roles were crossing lines better left uncrossed, but it was the only thing they could do given their current circumstances. A disabled Time Lord President couldn't exactly fend for himself, not in this caveman world.
And, though she would never admit it, Aleena actually did enjoy this sort of domesticity. Cooking calmed the fire in her heart and made it easier to keep from killing the humans around her. When they were alone, Rassilon spoke to her as though she was more on his level, instead of a mentally incompetent brute. They could be something kin to friends, instead of master and servant. It was something Aleena had hoped for, even if she had known that it never would have been possible before, not with the Time Lord Council watching them.
Because of that, she was content.
Two hours after she had set out on her errand, Aleena finally found the market. She gathered the ingredients she needed -- a few of this, a little bit of that -- and tucked them away in the basket in her arms. Halfway through bargaining with a seller, she felt the familiar little tingle in the back of her head; a tingle that told her another Time Lord was around. It wasn't Rassilon, though; it wasn't sharp enough to be him. It was rough, with a hint of spice and anger and maybe a bit of exhaustion. Quickly, Aleena settled with the seller and took off towards the little prickle.
When she turned the corner and saw the blue box, completely ignoring the older gentleman as he made his way towards her, all Aleena could say was, "Oh, you've got to be fucking me."
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The 12th Doctor
Time Lord
Shouting at people keeps you alive, healthy, young, fresh.
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Post by The 12th Doctor on Jun 13, 2014 20:24:40 GMT
And the day was going so well too. The Doctor, upon seeing the woman who turned the corner. Well, at least it didn't mean it was all in his head. Another Gallifreyan on Earth. Why was it always Earth, again? Probably because he liked it better than most planets. The bodyguard to Sir President Rassilon. He never had a... good relationship with the Time Lords in general, but specifically with Rassilon he had a problem. If someone had a problem with Rassilon, they had a problem with his bodyguard, Aleena.
"I take it Rassilon is also here," The Doctor sighed approaching Aleena slowly. Such a child, Aleena was. Though if someone told him when he was a younger man who had yet to hit his thousands, he would have been quite offended. While The Doctor didn't usually care about offending people, he knew that a trained fighter would not be the best to offend or piss off, and so he kept the comment to himself.
The Doctor wasn't known to have control over his mouth, especially with that colorful version of himself, but the years and a new regeneration had mellowed him and he had gained some control over his tongue. Though not as much as sometimes he wanted. Recently called a Tkrek an ugly monster of a creature who no one could ever love. Not that it cared, as it only cared about money... and then he said no one would ever buy something from an idiot like him. Then he was offended.
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Aleena
Time Lord
baking up a storm, excuse
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Post by Aleena on Jun 14, 2014 0:02:02 GMT
To be honest, she hadn't even noticed the Doctor before he spoke, as her eyes were busy taking in the sight of the telltale blue box. It was his ride, his home, his calling card. There could be no Doctor without his TARDIS. That was why, as two and two clicked into four, her entire form seemed to stiffen. She tightened her grip on the basket, an effort to keep herself from snarling aloud. Within the beat of her hearts, Aleena had shifted from a calm, content mockery of a housewife to a cold-blooded Brute.
That was when the Doctor spoke, his voice cutting through the silence. It was enough to startle the Time Lady, to cause her to lift her head and glance around. She saw him then. Standing to the side, slightly older and much rougher than the last time they had parted ways. Last time, he had been a slightly younger man with large ears and a hawk nose. Leather had been his thing. Now, though, he seemed...
Older. Like Rassilon, almost.
But she didn't let the appearance fool her. She knew who and what the Doctor was; traitor, killer, monster. Kind of like her, she supposed, except his allegiance fell to a planet far different than the one they had come from. It was enough to make the hair on her neck bristle. She had to keep the Doctor from Rassilon for as long as she could. Neither of them could be trusted around the other.
At his words, Aleena shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "We haven't found each other yet." She felt the lie slip off her tongue before she could stop it. "There was a bit of a hectic rush trying to escape the Lock, as you know. Considering you were the one that put it there."
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The 12th Doctor
Time Lord
Shouting at people keeps you alive, healthy, young, fresh.
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Post by The 12th Doctor on Jun 14, 2014 22:52:14 GMT
It wasn't like he WANTED to time lock Gallifrey. It wasn't his fault. If SOMEONE hadn't wanted to try to destroy the universe and ascend into greater existence. Yeah, like he would let that happen. Plus, either way, he never really had a good relationship with the council, despite being forced into being the president at one point. Well, that could be argued, as he DID run, and win. But then he gave it up and they did not get the picture that he did NOT want to have the job. Luckily, he managed to convince them... at the cost of a trial for his life, of course. That was GREAT.
Not that he was bitter about it or anything.
Oh, if he could get his hands on Rassilon... Well, let's say his attempt to not use weapons would be discarded for a little. Rassilon was the complete opposite of what he believed in. Rassilon was willing to destroy everything in the universe with only the Time Lords surviving and "evolving" into greater beings. What sort of greater beings destroyed all those who were not them? Psssh... some higher beings. Then again, he always knew the Time Lords were bigots. Part of why he ran away in the first place.
"I had no other choice." The Doctor crossed his arms. He was not in the mood to deal with this right now, but he had to, but he didn't have to like it. Or be pleasant. He uncrossed his arms and held them in front of him like a balance. "Destroy the universe, time lock Gallifrey."
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Aleena
Time Lord
baking up a storm, excuse
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Post by Aleena on Jun 15, 2014 1:15:18 GMT
Unable to help herself, Aleena huffed at his words, indignant. She shifted the basket in her arms, straightened her back; all in an attempt to take on a more dominating pose. Body language meant more then words, sometimes. Sometimes, all it took was the lift of a chin or the narrowing of eyes to get a point across. Aleena was not about to let herself be pushed down a peg or two, especially not by someone like the Doctor. Too much of a human to stand by his own people, but too much of a Time Lord to stay in one place.
"And with your Lock, you cursed millions to suffer. Such a proud moment for you, I'm sure." The acid in her tone seemed to just drip from her words. Normally, she wouldn't have been so cruel, but Aleena had a lot of anger burning just beneath the surface. It wasn't all aimed at the Doctor, but, as he was the only nearby target, he would be the one to receive the scalding words. "And now you've come here. Back to your home and back to the apes you seem to love so very much."
Her eyes fell from the Doctor to the basket in her arms and, as if bored by this conversation, Aleena began to shift through its contents. Fresh fruits, eggs, sugar -- it was all here. She could make several different meals tonight; she would have to, to calm herself from this chance interaction. Either that or Rassilon would wake in the morning to discover his television smashed and his computer destroyed. Neither of them wanted that.
"Still traveling with your one-hearted Earth girls, then?"
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