Post by Rio Keâts on Nov 7, 2011 22:32:16 GMT -5
Maria didn’t seem at all worried about the way things were crumbling. He opened his mouth, unsure whether he would argue or agree at that point. Someone needed to tell the campaign where Joan went. He knew that a TARDIS could theoretically go back to a second after they departed, but he knew rarely did that work out. At least in his experience – but maybe the Phantom had confused his request for 1986 for… 1431 somehow. Just a few hundred years off. No big deal. Anyway – his point was, that what if they got distracted? What if they couldn’t return?
What if the saint died?
And suddenly, Rio found that not only was this a very bad idea, but it was also putting a number on his enrollment to Heaven. He was pretty sure that God wouldn’t take kindly to him having a hand in a saint’s death.
He stared at the group of aliens he was surrounded by and felt his mouth dry up. They wouldn’t understand his religious dilemma. They were kidnapping her – something to do with witches but he still didn’t understand her relevance in any of it – and taking her to his religion’s darkest moment. He bit his thumbnail, watching Maria closely.
It was already too late by far to do anything except stand there, rooted to the spot, as they were whisked away. “Maria,” he said quietly, trying to tug her away from the conversation she was trying to have with the man. “This is very personal. I’m… I’m human. I have… beliefs,” he stated awkwardly, unsure if Maria’s home planet had religion. Sure, he believed that his God made the entire universe, but he did try to have an open mind about these kinds of things.
Except when it immediately jeopardized his chances of Heaven.
Selfish, his mind muttered.
“You know what? Nevermind.”
God had a plan, right? He always had a plan.
Did the plan include meddling time-travelers?
Sure.
Of course it did.
The three Time Lords were far more capable of taking care of a saint than he was, but Rio decided that he’d keep an extra close eye on her. Both eyes, actually, because he couldn’t make his eyes move in different directions yet.
“So!” he chirped brightly, offering up his normal grin. “We’re going to go save the day?”
What if the saint died?
And suddenly, Rio found that not only was this a very bad idea, but it was also putting a number on his enrollment to Heaven. He was pretty sure that God wouldn’t take kindly to him having a hand in a saint’s death.
He stared at the group of aliens he was surrounded by and felt his mouth dry up. They wouldn’t understand his religious dilemma. They were kidnapping her – something to do with witches but he still didn’t understand her relevance in any of it – and taking her to his religion’s darkest moment. He bit his thumbnail, watching Maria closely.
It was already too late by far to do anything except stand there, rooted to the spot, as they were whisked away. “Maria,” he said quietly, trying to tug her away from the conversation she was trying to have with the man. “This is very personal. I’m… I’m human. I have… beliefs,” he stated awkwardly, unsure if Maria’s home planet had religion. Sure, he believed that his God made the entire universe, but he did try to have an open mind about these kinds of things.
Except when it immediately jeopardized his chances of Heaven.
Selfish, his mind muttered.
“You know what? Nevermind.”
God had a plan, right? He always had a plan.
Did the plan include meddling time-travelers?
Sure.
Of course it did.
The three Time Lords were far more capable of taking care of a saint than he was, but Rio decided that he’d keep an extra close eye on her. Both eyes, actually, because he couldn’t make his eyes move in different directions yet.
“So!” he chirped brightly, offering up his normal grin. “We’re going to go save the day?”
