Rebirth in the Void [OPEN]

[The 11th Doctor]

Lost, alone, burnt. The Wanderer's TARDIS floated through the Void. He was at a loss for words. All but one.

Dalek.

They had come out of nowhere, nearly destroyed his TARDIS, and the vanished just as quickly. He'd managed to set the location for thirty-sixth century Earth, but the TARDIS engines had failed soon after.

The Wanderer grasped at a lever, staggering from the cold of not having the TARDIS heating and the Dalek attack.

"bloody...daleks..." He muttered, his lips numb from the cold. As he started to lose consciousness, he noticed his hand glowing a gold color. "No....emergency systems...no..Heh...hope..it's not a girl.."

He lost his grip on the lever, and the Wanderer sank to the floor. His hair began to change color, and his face seemed to morph, stretching an twisting. His face started to glow the same gold color as his hands. Suddenly, his eyes shot open.

"N-no...too early to..AGGHHHH!!!!!!"

He writhed on the floor, screaming gibberish. He flickered between his fourteenth and his fifteenth incarnation. He contorted as his thirteenth/fourteenth reincarnation spoke a single sentence with two voices.

"I don't...WANT..TO...GO!!!!!!"

His entire body was immersed in regeneration light. When he collapsed, it was obvious which incarnation had won.

The thirteenth rose from the floor, twitching slightly. streaks of black shot through his once orange hair. One of his eyes was blue, the other green. One of his hands was slightly pale, and regeneration energy glowed faintly. He looked at himself in the TARDIS floor, providing a reflection of himself.

"I-i'm a mix. A mix of two Wanderers...."

Suddenly, something knocked on the TARDIS door. He strode towards it. Knocking? What could be knocking in deep space?

He threw open the door.

[The Mentalist]

A fist pounded on the door of the TARDIS. Nails dug into it, digging deeper and holding tightly. An angry looking man hung from the hand.

Most of his weight was on his wrist and it was becoming difficult to hold on. Blood dripped from long gashes and burns on the man's body, soaking through his clothes and turning them a darker colour. The fabric stuck to his skin and he could only wince. He'd cast, all but one, of his weapons off. They'd slipped from him as they had no real meaning anymore. There was nothing left for him to fight in the void... The blue eyes transfixed on the outside of the TARDIS he clung onto, a hint of obsession in them. He'd started to go mad at the white nothing he'd been suspended in. 200 years of white had started to get to him. But this machine was his ticket out of the void. A ticket back home; this was a gift from whatever demon looked after him. He'd done what he had been sent out to do and he deserved his prize.

He'd been the man who'd destroyed the Cruciform. The death of thousands of men from both sides was due to him. It hadn't mattered in the last great time war, he would have done anything for his reward. He would have killed millions if that was what it needed. He'd find that pompous Lord President, wherever he was. The red-head would find that treacherous leader and claim his payment. He wanted his princess.

Growling deeply, a trickle of blood escaped the hitchhikers lips and his other hand swung up to the door. Slamming it against the door, his other hand dug in and hoisted the rest of his body up.
The movement of the time machine gave a gentle breeze against his wounds. They stung, causing him to wince and as he glanced back up from them, the gold light of regenerating came from inside the machine. A tiny smirk appeared on the man's face.
There was a time lord inside. This would go better than planned... All time lords knew of The Mentalist. They would know their place.
After hearing a scream, he heard a whimper, a faint muttering and then footsteps.

The door swung open and the hitchhiker fell into the box, tackling the owner of the machine on his way down. They both hit the ground with the thud, only for the red head to scramble up quickly.
Practically stepping on the owner, the red-head bounded to the controls. He immediately rushed around the console, screaming at the machine.
"TAKE ME TO GALLIFREY! NOW!"
He was truly demented and determined.

[The 11th Doctor]

The Wander stopped, gazing. His eye twitched. "Who are you this is my-Breaking and entering is against..AGGHH."

The mix of two different personalities churning in the same brain nearly drove the wanderer mad, or at least madder than he'd been before. As the newcomer demanded to be taken to Gallifrey, the Wanderer looked up. "G-Gallifrey? It was d-d-destroyed. Dead. All dead. The Doctor killed them. Time-lock. They're all dead. I survived. So did the Doctor."

[Archetype2]

(I'm fairly sure we have some rule for regeneration rules around here, not sure, could be wrong but I thought we could only regenerate 13 times...why would you make him regenerate so soon after you made him? I'll delete this after I get a response promise.)

[The 11th Doctor]

He didn't regenerate, he... half-regenerated. Look at my post again he's half of two incarnations, but the original is still the main one.

[The Mentalist]

The manic red-head continued to race around the console. The buttons and levers were pushed with great ferocity, his hands slamming them all down in order. Only a moment of attention was given to the owner of the machine, his words resonating weakly through the man's crazed mind.
"Who are you this is my-Breaking and entering is against..AGGHH."
After the short scream at the end, he skidded to a stop. A pair of blue eyes gave a questioning look to the man at the other side of the control room. He very nearly titled his head in confusion- but decided to just go back to what he was doing. Gallifrey was the number one priority right now, not some strange guy from across the room!

The Mentalist continued to race around the center of the room, leaving a trail of blood behind him a circle from his hands. The machine continued to make odd sounds, as if it was confused and was strained. The metal crunched and the usual 'vworp' was distorted. Growling at the TARDIS in front of him, he lashed out, angrily screaming profanities at it. A few words floated over to him and registered in his mind.
"G-Gallifrey? It was d-d-destroyed. Dead. All dead. The Doctor killed them. Time-lock. They're all dead. I survived. So did the Doctor."
A pause was taken, his rage stilling...

How was this possible?! The mighty Gallifrey, how could it be dead? The time-lord race did not fall so easily. They would not fall because of someone like The Doctor. Little Theta, the last time he'd heard, he was still playing with earth girls. He couldn't win a time war- nobody could.

The Mentalist's fist uncurled from the TARDIS and recoiled away. Questions swirled around inside his head like a storm, crashing and thundering off of each other like water caught in the winds. There were so many, he knew so little. He was furious but, it did not show.The Psychologist really had managed to tame him. He'd learned a technique, long ago, that she'd taught him. It was one to help him settle if he felt agitated. He took a few deep silent breaths, expelling his anger.
Slightly more chilled, he made an attempt to reply.
"Time locked, eh? Hm, I didn't see that coming. If you're telling me the truth; my old hunting ground is gone and I can't do a thing about it. Wow."
Sighing, he stepped away from the center of the machine. It stopped making ungodly noises and rerouted itself to somewhere that existed. The red-head took a few paces back, contemplating something.
"If you weren't Gallifreyan in some way, you'd never come up with that kind of story... It looks like we've won then. Us three. The last men standing. The Doctor, The Mentalist and- whoever you are."
He gave a faint laugh.
"Though, this isn't much of a reward for winning."

[The 11th Doctor]

"I'm The Wanderer" He said, seeming to have gotten control over the two personalities in his mind. "The doctor..he used The Moment. He killed Them all. And you're wrong. There are five of us, maybe more. The Master survived. The Professor."

[The Mentalist]

The Mentalist took the other man's words in. He sat himself on the floor and acted as he normally did. Which was rather odd.
Hey then lay on the floor, lying out on his back. Stretching himself out fully and tugging his torn soldier's shirt down over his stomach, the red-head gave a small smirk and admitted.
"Never heard of you."
He then gave his head and hair a quick scratch and kept looking up at the ceiling. It was obvious this other man wasn't hostile toward him, so there wasn't much point in killing him- yet. 'The Wanderer' ; obviously he hadn't stuck around Gallifrey for that long. It wasn't a surprise there wasn't much known about him if that was his name. He didn't have one of those faces either, The Mentalist didn't recognize it. It wasn't someone he'd killed before.

The news of the moment reached the lounging red-head and he let out a tiny laugh. So the Time-Lords weren't really dead, they were just unreachable. Banished into eternity, to forever repeat the Time War, or at least, what they could of it. He had to admit, little Theta had passed all expectations. Using the moment had been a clever move. It was just like The Doctor, he'd spared their lives but punished them harshly. Yes, that was The Doctor.
The Mentalist's ears picked up at the mention of many surviving time lords.He then sat up and started to converse
"I see... So, they're in the other universe- wait."
He looked around suspiciously.

This didn't make sense. Why was a TARDIS in the void? You couldn't travel in and out of it as you chose. You either got tossed into the void or found a crack in reality and got in that way. He tried to remember how he'd got here... which was proving difficult. He had definitely destroyed the cruciform-
Hadn't he?
There had been destruction everywhere. Flames and weapons had ravished the place, he could remember that. He'd activated the destruction sequence, the Time Lord's had control, the Dalek's had been sent scurrying. They'd trundled their way around, firing their lasers at all they could. They'd been in a panic.
He could remember being crouched at the main computer, leaning into it and typing feverishly. It was to make sure no-one had the chance to stop the sequence. He had finished that coding-
The mentalist's eyes widened in shock, as he remembered.
he hadn't finished that coding. The Dalek emperor had taken the cruciform back and ripped a hole into reality. Plugged himself into the main frame, deleted his coding and taken his swift revenge. The Dalek then ripped the hole and tossed The Mentalist through the hole like an angry god. That was how he'd got there.

He buried his head into his hands and gave out a scream.

After a minute or so of screaming, his head then jerked up, his eyes wide. They'd changed; not in color but in the look that they gave out. It made him look like a totally different person and in truth, he was. He then snickered and adopted a patronizing tone.
"Well well well, looks like little Mental here failed his mission! What a shame, no sweet chick for you but I don't see a problem. She was a whiny and annoying c*w anyway, glad she's dead! Oh but- oh, he's crying. Oh that's just disgusting. I should have known you felt that way, you and your stupid feelings for her. She would never have slept with you anyway, so it's not a loss really. I think we've dodged a real bullet here!"
He continued to speak to himself, apparently having got an answer.
"What do you mean 'No we haven't.' Yes we have. Commitment is the worst thing you could subject yourself to! Sticking with one girl- please, a different one each night at a minimum... I know you liked her, but really, do you even know what that is? We don't really 'feel' and we never will, we can't! Now just shut up and let me talk to this thing at the other side of the room... Okay, scream all you want, I don't care."

He coughed and gave a smirk. It was clear, this was a totally different man. This wasn't the one that fought for someone, this one fought for the thrill of it. The smirk stayed on his face as he spoke to The Wanderer.
"How did you even get in here? You can't just jump into the void as you please. And, between you and me, I'd like to get out of here as fast as I can. I feel the need to stretch my muscles."
This new man, even with the same face, had the creepiest aura around him. He made the air around them seem heavier.

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Meanwhile in this reality...
Earth - Circa 2011 - Human

A woman of about twenty seven took a seat in her flat. Practically collapsing into her sofa, she sleepily reached for her television remote on the seat next to her. Yawning and taking the remote, she stretched out her arms and turned the TV on. Flicking through the channels until she reached a music one, she smiled when one came on. Dropping the remote, she settled and got comfortable.

It had been an exhausting day. Life as a school teacher was a lot more demanding than most people thought it was. A full day of trying to teach kids English had been pretty tiring and the staff meeting afterwords had just worn her out. Even though it had been nice to see everyone again, it had been a little bit too much. Her friend, Rachel, or Mrs. Black to the kids, had nudged her more than once to make sure she stayed awake. Lily found that she never really had much to say in meetings anyway. She was too reserved. She wouldn't even talk to Mr. Scruff, the music teacher, in meetings. His name wasn't really Scruff, the kids had just made it stick. He liked to smile at her from across the table during meetings and had tried his best not to laugh at her dozing off. She usually enjoyed his company.

She recalled the meeting and sleepily glanced over at her phone. It buzzed and lit up, displaying the message.
'Hey, u seemed off in the meeting. What's up? scruffers xx'
Ignoring the message, she flipped the phone over. She'd reply later.
Slumping into the chair more, her blue eyes closed. as they did, the moonlight hit her father's old pocket watch and she dozed off again.
Maybe she'd dream of her soldier again tonight. The mystery man appeared to her in dreams, hair the color of fire and a temper to rival the devil's own. He fought for her.
She didn't know why he was there. He didn't even have a name. he was just some strange solider who was part of her dreams...

(This is so we have somewhere to go/people have a chance to get involved in this if they want. Leaves some openings... and I'm pretty sure you'll know who this 'human' is. )

[The 11th Doctor]

"Hmph. My TARDIS was struck by some Dalek weapons. It malfunctioned, and somehow ripped a hole in the universe. Sent me into the void. I half-regenerated, and here we are. But if I reverse the energy flux, we can come out where-" he grunted. his eyes popped open again, and the mismatched colors had switched eyes. "Hello. I don't like him. You know, Wandy. He's annoying. Always trying to 'do the right thing' Why not destroy something? Burn it? Burning stuff's fun. I should know!" Spoke The Wanderer.

[Chadirra]

( Can I join in?)