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Post by The Second Doctor on Jul 21, 2011 12:49:02 GMT -5
(OOC: I'm first off going to apologize for the name. Secondly (no pun intended,) this is going to be set set in ancient Rome. Gladiator combat and whatnot. Sound good for an immortal, Nate?)
The Doctor poked his head out of the Tardis door. It was calm and peaceful from where he stood, nothing was happening and the world was still.
Yeah right. That never happens.
The hustling and bustling of Rome in ancient time was loud, smelly, and it was very, very, hard to see where you were going. The Doctor wasn't quite a creature of habit, and he was often amused at how different Earth and its cultures were over the eons.
One of the many sounds (though no one of equal or lesser prominence) was tickets to gladiatorial matches. The Romans, bless their hearts, were very prone to dying. Not accidentally, either. It just so happened that they seemed to enjoy the deaths of others, if not themselves. Sadistic bunch they were, other emotions, such as kindness, temperance, and compassion were growing increasingly hard to come by in the modern (or ancient) Roman.
Somehow, after all these thoughts, he found himself sitting in the stands watching two such Romans duke it to the death. He flinched as one killed another. This was going to be a long day.
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Post by Nathan Young on Jul 21, 2011 13:48:03 GMT -5
(OOC: its fine. Nathan’s immortality will not be a secret though)
Nathan had no idea how he had been transported back in time to ancient Rome, but he knew that the gladiators loved fighting him. One, because he always came back to life. Second, because he had been getting increasingly better with a sword. He twirled the sword he was holding as he faced his opponent. Nathan had been taught some of the ancient roman’s language. He heard the announcer say “The immortal Nathanius Youngustus will fight our reigning champion! Most of these roman’s had seen Nathan come back to life. Nathan said “Let’s fight!”
The champion grinned, and slashed for Nathan’s neck. Nathan blocked the attack with his shield, and slashed at the champion with his sword. The champion blocked Nathan’s attack, and with amazing dexterity, and he stabbed Nathan through the heart. Nathan roared in pain as he fell down and his blood drained out of his chest. Nathan turned pale, and he died. The announcer said “Wait a few moments’ romans! Nathanius is not out for the count!” After five or six minutes, Nathan gasped as he jerked up, his blood having seemingly regenerated. He got up, and grinned. Nathan said “I forfeit! One death per day for me!” He laughed.
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Post by The Second Doctor on Jul 21, 2011 19:32:34 GMT -5
The Doctor had just been in wonder over how fast the challenger had died (despite his talents with a blade) before the announcer had called out that he was supposedly immortal and would get up.
Yeah right, if he's immortal I'll eat my hat. he thought to himself.
As the man got up, the Doctor reached above his head before remembering he had no hat to speak of. That wasn't right. Parlor tricks like that supposedly was couldn't have been staged so perfectly, the tip of the blade passing through his back. Something seemed wrong about this one, and he was going to find out what.
He stood up earlier than anyone else, making his way down to "Nathonius" or whatever they called him. He was eager to get away from the mess of screams and blood as slaves were mercilessly slaughtered without reason. He came to a guard of sorts.
"Could you point me in the direction of the gladiators?" he asked,
"The gladiators are off-limits to peasants." the guard pointed out.
The Doctor fished out his "slightly physic" papers and held it up. He had no idea what it read, but the guard immediately stood straighter.
"Right this way sir, sorry to keep you waiting." he said, turning to show him the way. Led down a stone hallway, he found himself in a room that reminded him of an ancient times' locker room.
"Thank you, that will be all." the Doctor said to the guard.
The guard immediately left, giving him time to search around the room.
"Nathan. I know your out there. Assuming that is the dirivation of your actual name. Apologies if it's Nathone." he said sarcastically.
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Post by Nathan Young on Jul 21, 2011 19:45:39 GMT -5
Nathan walked towards the older man, eyeing him suspiciously. He said “My real name is Nathan Young. I have no idea how I came to be in ancient Rome, but I like it here. Now, I know you’re not from here either, but explain to me who you are. You saw me die, and I bet you’re curious to know how I got my Immortality. Well, it all began with my community service back in 2009.”
Nathan said “There was this storm, gave a lot of the people on the estate I lived on powers. I didn’t know mine until I woke up in a coffin. I realized I was immortal, and soon enough my friends from community service found me alive and I went back to my life. 2 weeks ago, I had finished my community service. Then, I got zapped to this time. So unless you’re a time traveller, you should leave. If you are actually a time traveller, tell me about yourself old man.”
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Post by The Second Doctor on Jul 21, 2011 22:27:06 GMT -5
The man walked out of the shadows, suspiciously watching the Doctor.
“My real name is Nathan Young. I have no idea how I
came to be in ancient Rome, but I like it here. Now, I know you’re not from here either, but explain to me why you are. You saw
me die, and I bet you’re curious to know how I got my Immortality. Well, it all began with my community service back in 2009.”
The Doctor raised a hand to silence him, with no effect.
"Actually, I don't really-" he was interupted by Nathan.
The immortal continued, “There was this storm, gave a lot of the people on the estate I lived on powers. I didn’t know mine until I woke up in a coffin. I realized I was immortal, and soon enough my friends from community service found me alive and I went back to my life. 2 weeks ago, I had finished my community service. Then, I got zapped to this time. So unless you’re a time traveller, you should leave. If you are actually a time traveller, tell me about yourself old man.”
"I am in fact, a Time-traveller, one of the very best." he boasted.
But he was. The things he'd done... And in just two incarnations! He had likely lived longer than this immortal. But he was superior or anything. Maybe just a little.
(OOC: Thoughts express the Doctor's feelings, not mine personally. XD)
He furrowed his (brown, not gray) brow at the way Nathan called him an old man.
"Excuse me? Old man? In my culture, I'm considered young. I don't have to tell you anything." he said, crossing his arms and turning his head.
A few seconds later, he dropped his arms and turned back.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you. But first apologize for calling me an old man." he demanded.
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Post by Nathan Young on Jul 22, 2011 4:36:57 GMT -5
Nathan looked at the man as the older man said “I am in fact, a Time-traveller, one of the very best." He then said "Excuse me? Old man? In my culture, I'm considered young. I don't have to tell you anything." The supposed time traveller turned his back on Nathan. He then turned back and said "Okay, okay, I'll tell you. But first apologize for calling me an old man. Nathan said “Alright, I am sorry about calling you an old man. It’s just your older than me. And did you say “Your culture?” no offence mate, but does that mean you are an alien? I mean, you look human.”
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Post by The Second Doctor on Jul 22, 2011 10:24:46 GMT -5
The Doctor didn't care so much about the apology, it was the principle of the thing. He hate starting conversations on this kind of note, but he wasn't that old,
“Alright, I am sorry about calling you an old man."
The Doctor nodded.
"Apology accepted."
"It’s just your older than me. And did you say “Your culture?” no offence mate, but does that mean you are an alien?"
"I can understand that, but did you call your father 'old man,' or your uncle? I certainly hope they were your elders. Technically 'my culture' can mean that I am of different on earth. However, your guess is correct, I am not human."
"I mean, you look human.”
"No," the Doctor corrected, "You look Timelord. The genetic DNA copied itself in our specie as far as appearance goes, but we are not alike. I possess two hearts."
The human brain had enormous tendency to deny what didn't seem right. He whipped out his sonic screwdriver and clicked it once for good measure.
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Post by Nathan Young on Jul 31, 2011 19:16:58 GMT -5
Nathan said “Uncles dead, never knew him. My father, was someone who didn’t care much for me. I reconciled with him though.” When the man said "No.You look Timelord. The genetic DNA copied itself in our specie as far as appearance goes, but we are not alike. I possess two hearts." Nathan said “Really? Well, I’m different to most humans as well. Mainly, my immortality. And you can time travel you say? Do you ever take humans with you? Because, I was wondering, I’ve got no actually links to this place, that, maybe, I could, travel with you for a bit? And then you could just drop me back in 2009, an hour or two after I left maybe? Besides, I’ve been here….” He counted it in his head “a few months at least. I’d like to not die every day. So, sir….” He was trying to be formal “Can I come with you?”
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Post by The Second Doctor on Jul 31, 2011 21:26:22 GMT -5
“Uncle's dead, never knew him. My father was someone who didn’t care much for me. I reconciled with him though.”
"Sorry 'bout that, mate." the Doctor answered.
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Well, I’m different to most humans as well."
"Oh yes, I noticed."
"Mainly, my immortality. And you can time travel you say? Do you ever take humans with you?"
"Yes, a lot."
"Because, I was wondering, I’ve got no actually links to this place, that, maybe, I could, travel with you for a bit? And then you could just drop me back in 2009, an hour or two after I left maybe? Besides, I’ve been here a few months at least. I’d like to not die every day. So, sir….”
"Yes?"
“Can I come with you?”
The Doctor grinned , straightening his bowtie. He walked over to Nathan and leaned in.
"No." he said, mock-cheerily.
He started walking off, before stopping and turning.
"Ok, yes, you can come. But let's get going."
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