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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Dec 2, 2011 10:32:32 GMT -5
The talked about the Archivist for a bit and she had to agree with him that seeing her had been utterly absurd.
"My exact point, I didn't know how to respond at first when I saw her for the first time. I mean I saw her dying less then twenty four hours earlier. I know you guys can read what someone is thinking to a certain degree. What if she saw that?"
The idea with the screen came then, and they sat back with her snuggling up in his lap.
"Six hundred years," he said, "and I never noticed this feature once." He watched the playback start. "I've always preferred physical books, though."
"True, but this gets through faster. You can see several things at the same time happening. We don't have a month to weed through books. That and I do have to agree that I very coming about the position we're in too." She laughed and kissed his cheek before turning back to face to the screen.
It all seemed pretty alien to her, till she saw her father flash across the screen. She tensed at that. What had her father to do with all this..?
"This is... this is nowhere in the official records."
"How did he try to turn them into weapons I wonder.." She whispered. She had this sick feeling she wasn't alone in the way she had been thrown back and forth into time. She felt Robin's hand on her skin, drawing lazy circles as she relaxed under his hands again and the film went on. She saw how the Doctor became Lord President. She raised a brow, really now?
"Stop!" the Meddler ordered, his voice shaking. "Search for any references to Daleks."
Her eyes widened at what the screen showed. The Daleks were a minor species? How that that happen? She shook her head, not knowing hwo to phantom this. The Daleks, really?
When the film resumed to Robin's command and she felt the hairs on her neck rise. Peace, but peace under the threat of a bullet to the brain so to say. That wasn't true peace.
"Peace," the Meddler muttered. "Peace under the boot of Gallifrey. But how did they get here?"
"He.. that other Meddler.." She started slowly, hesitating to formulate her thoughts for a moment "He.. he was you, in every sense of the way. He felt even smelled the same, his energy pattern was the exactly like yours. I left an imprint on him, close like what I did with those plums but less powerful. It's enough for me to track him or at least to let me know when he's close again."
She looked into his eyes again. She deftly left out how she had exactly imprinted him, even though Robin being jealous of himself would be utterly hilarious.
"Only explanation what I can give for what I felt was that they're from a parallel universe. Question then arises, how did they get here in the first place? Shouldn't time and space at least have given a shudder when that happened? I mean it's an entire planet!"
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 2, 2011 15:26:32 GMT -5
"How did he try to turn them into weapons I wonder.." She whispered.
"It varied," the Meddler said, keeping his tone deliberately flat. "We were all made into outcasts in one fashion or another, forced into a position where we could only depend on ourselves. We were pushed into dangerous - sometimes life-threatening - situations. Forced to learn to make snap decisions with life and death hanging on them."
He seemed to withdraw into himself. "We were made into targets by our peers. Forced to learn to fight physically, psychically, intellectually. And then punished for defending ourselves, and forced to watch while the aggressors were let off. Or even rewarded - granted honors and accolades and even safety that should have been ours."
He sipped his coffee. "It wasn't the concentrated hell that you went through in Rewquethin, but it was unpleasant." More coffee. "A century of torment and degradation and psychological and emotional torture. A century of trying to break us, in the interests of making us hard."
The Meddler's gaze was distant. "And a century and a half later, we repaid them by nearly tearing it all down around their ears and dancing in the ashes."
Suddenly, he laughed and kissed her. "But that's all ancient history, now. Except for Xandavier, any desire for revenge I may have had was satsfied in a single Moment."
"Peace," the Meddler muttered. "Peace under the boot of Gallifrey. But how did they get here?"
"He.. that other Meddler.." She started slowly, hesitating to formulate her thoughts for a moment "He.. he was you, in every sense of the way. He felt even smelled the same, his energy pattern was the exactly like yours. I left an imprint on him, close like what I did with those plums but less powerful. It's enough for me to track him or at least to let me know when he's close again."
The Meddler frowned a little. "Not in every sense. He was never driven to enact the grandfather paradox. He still has a presence in space-time." He tapped his fingertip on his mug. "I wonder... obviously, our lives would have diverged around the time of the coup..."
She looked into his eyes again. "Only explanation what I can give for what I felt was that they're from a parallel universe. Question then arises, how did they get here in the first place? Shouldn't time and space at least have given a shudder when that happened? I mean it's an entire planet!"
"Parallel universe, or an alternative history." He considered her other questions. "How did they get here? That is an interesting question. We can - or, at least, we could move freely between the main trunk of history and the alternative branches, because we're from the main trunk. But the only time I've ever seen someone or something enter the main trunk of history from an alternative branch was during... the... War..."
His voice trailed away as the thought called a recent memory to mind. A fragment of his doppleganger's conversation with the other Specialist. ...-ld've-Been King put me in mind of something I wanted to research.
"The Could've-Been King," he said, awed by the implications. "Somehow, they obtained the cooperation - or, at least, the use - of the Could've-Been King. But a whole planet? That's insane. The power requirements would be... would be..."
He sprang to his feet, racing into the Museum of Impossible Things towards his nearest work bench.
For a change, the calculations were relatively straight-forward. After less than fifteen minutes of curvilinear calculations he was chewing thoughtfully on the end of his ink brush. "He could do it," he muttered. "I mean, we couldn't - not with Suicide Jack. But with the Eye of Harmony..? Yeah. He could do it."
The handle of the brush clicked against his teeth. "But why? Was it voluntary?"
Behind them the Time Rotor began to roar, warning that they had nearly arrived.
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Dec 4, 2011 8:01:37 GMT -5
She kept oddly silent as Robin talked of how Xandavier had conditioned them, more like torture. Her hands though fisted, the leather of her gloves creaking softly. The similarities were horrible, and she realised something.
"No, no I think we went through very similar things. Only difference is, I was more human and thus I couldn't deal with it as well like you Time Lords could. I had the rebellion who was my family, but I had been taken prisoner by Welthin for longer times. They tried to change the healing abilities I had so I'd stop healing the opposing troops. They succeeded at some point and my energy instead of healing ignited into flames, that's why I didn't really like the fire materia in the Kingdom Hearts." She frowned, the painful memories of accidnetally burning one of their troopers to a crisp instead of healing that poor boy. The screams of pain when the fire tore away at his insides still haunted her sleep sometimes.
"It reminded me too much of that time. They didn't expect me to actually master the fire, I escaped by melting the prison around me. They hadn't seen that coming. Only a few years later in another world there was an accident involving a time ray and I was transported with an entire city to the medieval times. That for some reason rewind the damage done to my healing system and I became a healer again. Some of the inhabitants of that city got new lives that blended in with the current times there, usually they became their ancestors. I think I was supposed to have become ma, but something went wrong and I kept my memories instead."
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The Meddler frowned a little. "Not in every sense. He was never driven to enact the grandfather paradox. He still has a presence in space-time." He tapped his fingertip on his mug. "I wonder... obviously, our lives would have diverged around the time of the coup..."
"Robin.." She started carefully "Why did you make yourself the Grandfather Paradox? What drove you to do that?"
She had always avoided the question, feeling that Robin did not want to be reminded of that time. It was strange, the question often too did slip her mind. But the Grandfather Paradox what a large part of what made the Meddler and it seemed important to her why he had become that way.
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When she noted that she had the feeling it might be a parallel universe he mused with her, noting the fact that it might be an alternative history too. The question arose how many alternative histories there were then, but her thoughts were run short when he started talking again.
"How did they get here? That is an interesting question. We can - or, at least, we could move freely between the main trunk of history and the alternative branches, because we're from the main trunk. But the only time I've ever seen someone or something enter the main trunk of history from an alternative branch was during... the... War..."
She stiffened slightly at the mention of the War, her last run in with opening that hell hole had lead her in a dogfight with her father. She would rather stay away like the plague from that event.
"The Could've-Been King," he said, awed by the implications. "Somehow, they obtained the cooperation - or, at least, the use - of the Could've-Been King. But a whole planet? That's insane. The power requirements would be... would be..."
She yelped as he suddenly got up, she was just able to hold onto the armrests to keep her from tumbling to the ground. When she looked up he was already through the archway towards where she knew the Museum was. She shook her head and chuckled softly, typically Robin, forgot everything around him as soon as his mind latched onto something. She got up, glamoured something more comfortable then the leather on her (the usual brown and cream ensemble she had started wearing when she joined Robin).
When she joined him in the museum she took a seat in one of the large cushiony chairs there, watching as he worked away calculations after calculations.
"He could do it," he muttered. "I mean, we couldn't - not with Suicide Jack. But with the Eye of Harmony..? Yeah. He could do it."
The handle of the brush clicked against his teeth. "But why? Was it voluntary?"
Suicide Jack? She wasn't even going to ask. What she did know was the next.
"I think it's high time we paid a visit to my dear uncle Robin." She said with a wicked grin. She still had a bone to pick with the Could've Been King.
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 4, 2011 23:49:30 GMT -5
The Meddler listened, as the Dreamweaver related the story of her own childhood.
"Medieval times?" he asked gently, taking her gauntleted fist in his hand. "Solyn, you mean?"
Which reminded him of a promise he still needed to keep. Destruction, and lemon drops.
"Robin.." She started carefully "Why did you make yourself the Grandfather Paradox? What drove you to do that?"
He was silent, and the silence dragged on to the point that it seemed he wasn't going to answer.
"It was the only way I could escape them," he finally said.
More silence.
"Even after I ran, I wasn't really free of the Council and its influence. None of us were." He sipped his coffee. "There were dozens of ways to find us, when they wanted to. Tracing the power we drew from the Eye. Our connections to the APCNet. Data feeds to and from the Cloister Bell. I spent a century ripping out or disabling or circumventing every tracking system built into a TARDIS."
He sighed.
"It wasn't enough. They could still find me, any time they didn't want to get their hands dirty with some task they wanted done. They could still force me to obey."
He tried to smile, but the white knuckle grip on his mug showed how much of a lie that was. "I joke about being mad, and I really am. By Gallifreyan standards, in particular. But my second incarnation was... unstable. I was paranoid. And that is when I caught the worst of the machinations of the Time Lords. It's also when I worked out that they could track me by forecasting when I'd be somewhere, even if they couldn't follow me."
A pause. "So I raided and looted libraries across the Spiral Politic. The Archives of the Eleven Day Empire, the hagiographies of Yith and Pnakotus, even the Great Libraries of Celano and Gallifrey. I pieced together the methods of the other Grandfather Paradox - the founder of Faction Paradox - and decided to use them myself."
He closed his eyes. "All to escape the High Council. All so they'd leave me alone."
"It worked." He tapped himself on the side of the head. "I've been alone in here ever since."
"I think it's high time we paid a visit to my dear uncle Robin." She said with a wicked grin.
The Meddler looked surprised at that name. "Uncle?" It took several seconds to parse out the meaning of her words.
"The Could've-Been King, you mean?" He ran his fingers through his hair, thinking. "That will be... problematic. He's as impossible to trace in space-time as I am. The only other option I can think of to find him would be to sneak back into Gallifrey, and ask around."
A sheepish grin. "And you saw how well that worked."
The grin faded. "We should probably warn the others as well. If an expansionist Gallifrey is loose in in the main trunk of history, none of us are safe."
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Dec 5, 2011 19:33:11 GMT -5
"Medieval times?" he asked gently, taking her gauntleted fist in his hand. "Solyn, you mean?"
"No, not Solyn, this happened a wee bit later. I was about twenty-five at the time. I was briefly in a world not dominated by magic and overly powerful creatures and took the breather where I could. There was things lurking beneath the surface. There was this at first eye seeming children card game they all played, and used devices and holographic systems to make it more real as if the monsters from their cards we really fighting."
A small smile came to her face at the memory of it. Those Duel Disks had been so utterly ridiculous. So did their hair in general. She remembered a mop of spiky golden, black and violet hair very fondly.
"What only few knew is that the card game was based an an ancient game of monsters summoned from imprisoned stone tablets. They were people's Ka, their totem spirit solidified. At some points, old entities got reborn, seeking revenge and crap started hitting the fan. Some spirit housed in a golden pyramid eventually saved that world from becoming eaten by the shadow realm where the monsters resided, just like he had in the Egyptian times. It was poetic really, I wasn't around when it happened but made a second visit in the years of the after math."
She laughed suddenly.
"But I digress. The main company providing the holographic system and duel cards were doing experiments with some type of ray. It went quite wrong and the entire surrounded town was rewind back in time. Their inhabitants became their ancestors. I was supposed to have become mum but I guess my dormant Time Lord blood kept me from doing so."
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She was silent as Robin explain why exactly he had become the Grandfather Paradox. She fidgeted with her hands while he did so, the story was a bit eerily similar. The image of seeing herself as an infant in her father arms was still fresh in her mind, her gun pointed at her own infant self head. She shuddered momentarily.
"I think that's where Xandavier got the idea. You. If I couldn't be found, if I was not legit in time and space then I technically wouldn't be there. I would be no one and he would have taken care of his problem without having any blood on his hands. He promised ma would survive if I did, if I wasn't there then he would have no reason to kill her. Only at the last second I decided to divert my gun at him. Sadly, that bullet never hit."
She gave a mirthless laugh.
"Wouldn't we have been the perfect couple then, both a Grandfather Paradox."
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She couldn't help but call him Uncle Robin, The Would've Been King was after all the Uncle Robin as she remembered him as a child. She laughed at Robin's blanched face as he processed her comment.
"The Could've-Been King, you mean?" He ran his fingers through his hair, thinking. "That will be... problematic. He's as impossible to trace in space-time as I am. The only other option I can think of to find him would be to sneak back into Gallifrey, and ask around."
A sheepish grin. "And you saw how well that worked."
"I think they'd all start shitting golden eggs from sheer anger if we went to troll there again!" She laughed loudly, the idea of Time Lords laying eggs being very funny to her. That would explain why they all strut around like chickens.
Robin's grin faded, and so did her laughter.
"We should probably warn the others as well. If an expansionist Gallifrey is loose in in the main trunk of history, none of us are safe."
She nodded in agreement.
"I'm taking this woman River Song I read of and I are the only ones left off the hook so to say. Since we were born after Gallifrey"
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 6, 2011 7:03:51 GMT -5
He felt her shudder as he explained why he'd enacted the Grandfather Paradox, and he felt his hearts sink in his chest. He probably should have expected it, he knew, but...
"I think that's where Xandavier got the idea. You."
This was not what he was expecting to hear.
"If I couldn't be found, if I was not legit in time and space then I technically wouldn't be there. I would be no one and he would have taken care of his problem without having any blood on his hands. He promised ma would survive if I did, if I wasn't there then he would have no reason to kill her. Only at the last second I decided to divert my gun at him. Sadly, that bullet never hit."
The pressure he'd felt in his chest eased. He really should have known better.
She gave a mirthless laugh.
"Wouldn't we have been the perfect couple then, both a Grandfather Paradox."
"I think that, technically," he said, "that would make you a Grandmother Paradox."
A grin.
"You've told me about that before," he said, "but I haven't really thought about it." He did so, now. "I suspect that there was more to what Xandavier did than simply trying to 'hide the evidence'. I've no idea what it would be, though."
"I think they'd all start shitting golden eggs from sheer anger if we went to troll there again!" She laughed loudly.
"If we were to go there now," he said, laughing as well, "it would be the first time. Not again. We're four days in Gallifrey's past, after all." A pause. "But we know we didn't go there again, in the past. Or they'd have known what to look for, when we went there the first time. So we can't go back just now anyway. Because we didn't."
He went on to explain that they should warn the other Time Lords at the gathering.
She nodded in agreement.
"I'm taking this woman River Song I read of and I are the only ones left off the hook so to say. Since we were born after Gallifrey"
"That depends entirely on what they are after us for," the Meddler said, heading for the console. "If it is just a question of dereliction of Duty, then there would be nothing for them to charge you with."
He descended the stairs. "On the other hand, if that is just a legal fiction to allow them to round up the surviving Time Lords from the main trunk, then you and River Song are in just as much danger."
He set the controls, face serious. "I'm taking us back, aiming to arrive an hour after we left. We'll say what we have to say, then leave."
The Time Rotor roared to life once more. "So, call it about an hour to get there and half an hour to an hour to explain what happened. So, two hours from now, we're heading to Atlantis. Planning to catch the Could've-Been King is easier done on the beach."
A grin. "At least, that's the excuse I'm using to go to the beach."
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Dec 7, 2011 16:15:31 GMT -5
No matter what, Robin always managed to make her laugh. No matter what situation they were in. That was one of the main reason why she loved this man so bloody much.
"I think that, technically," he said, "that would make you a Grandmother Paradox."
She almost roared with laughter at the image that came to her mind, and she pulled her lips over her teeth like a granny, twinkling eyes on Robin. She was such a child sometimes "Then we could both look on at the world and make snarly remarks at major events events like Waldorf and Statler from the Muppets do." She said in a crooked crone's voice before laughing again.
"You've told me about that before," he said, "but I haven't really thought about it." He did so, now. "I suspect that there was more to what Xandavier did than simply trying to 'hide the evidence'. I've no idea what it would be, though."
He also knew once to get realistic again at the right time. Her face turned to a slight frown.
"Yes well, he doesn't seen keen to murder me any more ever since I've looked into the Schism. When we saw him at the Specialist meeting he was looking at me with some sort of pride. It's the weirdest thing that ever happened to me."
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"If we were to go there now," he said, laughing as well, "it would be the first time. Not again. We're four days in Gallifrey's past, after all." A pause. "But we know we didn't go there again, in the past. Or they'd have known what to look for, when we went there the first time. So we can't go back just now anyway. Because we didn't."
"Still, the look on their faces would be worth it. And even though that there just thrilled me, I was scared shitless at some points. It's a bit like poking Karma with a big hot pointy stick."
Sadly enough, she was wrong about her theory with River Song and herself.
"That depends entirely on what they are after us for," the Meddler said, heading for the console. "If it is just a question of dereliction of Duty, then there would be nothing for them to charge you with."
He descended the stairs. "On the other hand, if that is just a legal fiction to allow them to round up the surviving Time Lords from the main trunk, then you and River Song are in just as much danger."
She walked after him as he descended the stairs. This whole thing was mind boggling, the adrenalin from just escaping Gallifrey was still zinging through her. Even though the had watched a good few minutes of history while relaxing, her hands still twitched every now and then.
"So, we better be on the safer side in other words." She confirmed
"I'm taking us back, aiming to arrive an hour after we left. We'll say what we have to say, then leave."
The Time Rotor roared to life once more. "So, call it about an hour to get there and half an hour to an hour to explain what happened. So, two hours from now, we're heading to Atlantis. Planning to catch the Could've-Been King is easier done on the beach."
"Wait we're going back to Gallifrey after we just escaped them? And after an hour we just left? We've have weapons up till out noses as soon as we even get there!"
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 7, 2011 22:46:22 GMT -5
"Yes well, he doesn't seen keen to murder me any more ever since I've looked into the Schism. When we saw him at the Specialist meeting he was looking at me with some sort of pride. It's the weirdest thing that ever happened to me."
"I noticed that, yes," the Meddler said. "It was disturbing, wasn't it? Maybe, once we figure out what we're going to do with this new Gallifrey, we should go and smack some answers out of him."
A pause.
"And then crucify him on the prow of the TARDIS. I've still got a grudge, after all."
"Wait we're going back to Gallifrey after we just escaped them? And after an hour we just left? We've have weapons up till out noses as soon as we even get there!"
"What?" He looked genuinely baffled, and his eyes took on the momentarily unfocused look they tended to get when he was replaying a memory. "No, no. We're not going back to Gallifrey. Not any time soon, anyway. We're going back to Cardiff, to the Specialist's meeting. About an hour after we left."
He looked pensive. "In some ways, I think it might be easier if we were going back to Gallifrey..." Then he shook his head. "But, be that as it may, the others need to know what is happening. They need to know that we are all in potentially serious danger, and I don't trust the communications webs or the message cubes right now. Not with hostile TARDISes prowling the Vortex."
He checked the console again, out of sheer reflex. "Yeah, about an hour's transit time. About enough time to get dinner. After all the excitement, I'm starving."
The door to room 267 opened, and the Meddler stepped into the hallway. "For the record," he said, squeezing the Dreamweaver's hand, "I thought that walking away from the... from that room was the hardest thing I've ever done." He paused, voice thick with emotion. "But planning to walk back in..? That's hard."
Guilt was radiating from the psionic circuitry. Guilt, and something like shame, and at the same time a deep feeling of love.
With a sudden motion, he pulled the Dreamweaver into a close hug. "But never," he whispered, "never let yourself think that for one moment I regret having followed you, my Sisilaya. Never."
It was the Japanese businessman in room 267 that caused him to break the embrace, as he opened the door and politely asked them to move so he could leave his room. Laughing, the Meddler bowed and rattled off an apology in oddly-accented but clear Japanese.
"I suppose we should get this over with," he said, offering her his arm. "After all, I want to be heading for the beach within the hour."
As they approached the ballroom, though, it became obvious that something had gone badly wrong. Police, supported by UNIT soldiers, were blocking access to the area. In the distance, near an entrance to the room (not a door, as that had been blasted away), Owen Harper of Torchwood appeared to be arguing matters of jurisdiction with a mustachioed Detective Inspector.
"We may be late getting to the beach," the Meddler observed.
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Dec 8, 2011 11:16:06 GMT -5
She looked at him with a raised brow as his eyes glassed over again, the look when he was replaying memories. She still hadn't gotten the hang of that yet, direct access to memories. Perhaps she never would she realised with some displeasure.
"No, no. We're not going back to Gallifrey. Not any time soon, anyway. We're going back to Cardiff, to the Specialist's meeting. About an hour after we left."
"Fun, let's see if dear daddy is still around. Maybe I should bring a crossbow in that case" She quipped, her face clearly not that exited to get back there. But he was right, they had to get back there to warn the others.
"In some ways, I think it might be easier if we were going back to Gallifrey..." Then he shook his head. "But, be that as it may, the others need to know what is happening. They need to know that we are all in potentially serious danger, and I don't trust the communications webs or the message cubes right now. Not with hostile TARDISes prowling the Vortex."
"I just hope they didn't already get there before us. They seemed to know we were coming and if they found your TARDIS they probably found the others too."
She too, had a look at the readouts, force of habit. Her eyes glowed too, as she reached into the gestalt for a moment, communicating with her.
"She still feels them around, just not anywhere near us"
"Yeah, about an hour's transit time. About enough time to get dinner. After all the excitement, I'm starving."
That moment rather comically, her stomach decided to give a large growl. She chuckled and shook her head. She'd completely forgotten about that thanks to the exitement. They had better things on their mind.
"I think my stomach agrees with you."
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"For the record," he said, squeezing the Dreamweaver's hand, "I thought that walking away from the... from that room was the hardest thing I've ever done." He paused, voice thick with emotion. "But planning to walk back in..? That's hard."
"I know it was hard Robin, I didn't like walking from there too. But I'm afraid things would have gone even worse if I stayed there. But, we're together. That's what matter at the moment."
She sighed as she still felt the guild radiate from the psyonic circuitry, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. What she didn't expect was to be suddenly pulled against his chest in a tight hug. She stilled for a moment before she relaxed and buried her face in his neck, kissing the skin there softly.
"But never," he whispered, "never let yourself think that for one moment I regret having followed you, my Sisilaya. Never."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, it was the first time he had outward spoken about how he felt leaving the Specialist. She wasn't proud of it, to be honest. But she couldn't have stayed and at least she hadn't forced Robin to come along.
That's what she kept telling herself.
"I wish we never went to that meeting, then you didn't have to choose like that." She whispered softly.
She heard a quiet cough beside her and she turned her face to see a Japanese businessman standing there. She blushed, slowly releasing the Meddler. They really had to be paying better attention. Robin just laughed and spoke something in Japanese and they both left in a hurry.
"Well that was awkward." But she grinned anyway.
When she finally they got back to the ballroom, but what they found there was not what they expected. Police, UNIT soldiers. What in the world had happened here? Juts then, she recognised Owen Harper from their last visit a while back to the Torchwood institute.
"What is Torchwood doing here?" She whispered. She wondered if they should wave Owen over and ask what was happening or just slip away unnoticed. It was usually better not to get mixed in human affairs.
"We may be late getting to the beach," the Meddler observed.
"Yeah, most likely" She agreed.
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 8, 2011 15:17:53 GMT -5
"I know it was hard Robin, I didn't like walking from there too. But I'm afraid things would have gone even worse if I stayed there. But, we're together. That's what matter at the moment."
With a sudden motion, he pulled the Dreamweaver into a close hug. "But never," he whispered, "never let yourself think that for one moment I regret having followed you, my Sisilaya. Never."
"I wish we never went to that meeting, then you didn't have to choose like that." She whispered softly.
He held her tighter, burying his face in her hair. "I made my choice, Sisilaya, and I made it freely. The only compulsion was my knowledge that our TARDIS and my hearts would have been empty without you."
The signals from his psionic circuitry, muffled by the cloth of her shirt, leaked a horror of being controlled and of controlling others, mingled with joy and love for her, and with (faintly, as if he were pushing it from his thoughts) sorrow and love for the Specialist and a sense of shame.
"I made my choice, and I chose you. Never forget that, and never doubt that."
He was just contemplating kissing her, when the door opened and the Japanese man politely asked them to move so he could leave his room. Laughing, he bowed and rattled off an apology in oddly-accented but clear Japanese.
The man bowed back, slightly deeper. "I understand," he smiled, as the couple moved aside, "And I ask your pardon for my rudeness."
The Meddler said something else in Japanese.
"Congratulations to you both, then," the man said, bowing once more. "May your sons be strong and your daughters beautiful."
The Meddler smiled, and chuckled at the Dreamweaver's blush. "Well that was awkward." But she grinned anyway.
"I apologized, and told him we've just been engaged. He seemed to understand."
Hand in hand they approached the ballroom, only to slow their pace as they saw the police and UNIT and even Torchwood.
"We may be late getting to the beach," he observed.
"Yeah, most likely" She agreed.
The Meddler thought hard for a moment, then decided. "Oi! Deadman! Over here!"
Owen Harper was, of course, no longer dead. A trip to a Vinvocchi hospital world had taken care of that little handicap. But his head whipped around at the call. He spotted the couple near the perimeter, and his face assumed a clear expression of "oh god, what now". But he excused himself and pushed through the crowd towards them.
"I don't know if I'm happy to see you two or not," he said. "What the hell happened here?"
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Dec 8, 2011 20:02:53 GMT -5
Him holding her hand as they walked there through the corridor meant more to her then he probably realized. Her emotions radiated through the psionic circuitry in his hand though, a feeling of love, joy and intense safety as he held her simply like that. Specially the latter was very important to her, it was a very new but very welcome feeling compared to where she came from.
He noted that they would probably be late for the beach, she had to agree with a sort of blanked look on her face at seeing the commotion. Humans. She wasn't sure on what Robin wanted to do, walk away? He often did not mingle in human affairs.
"Oi! Deadman! Over here!"
A smile spread on her lips, so they were getting involved.
Mister harper looked good from the last time she saw him, he looked actually alive. She closed her eyes for a moment after he jogged up to them, letting his scent run through her nostrils. She opened her eyes, pleasantly surprised. The stench of death was completely gone.
"Why, pleasantly to see you too, Mister Harper. And I think my dear Lord Meddler here better explain, he knows the details better then I do." Happiness danced in her eyes like little fireflies, a smile on her lips.
It was good to see him alive.
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 8, 2011 22:25:44 GMT -5
"I don't know if I'm happy to see you two or not," Harper said. "What the hell happened here?"
"Why, pleasantly to see you too, Mister Harper. And I think my dear Lord Meddler here better explain, he knows the details better then I do." Happiness danced in her eyes like little fireflies, a smile on her lips.
The Meddler looked over the crowd. "I can tell you what happened up until we left," he said, "But we've been gone for an hour, local time. What can you tell us?"
Owen looked over his shoulder. "I've got security camera footage. I'll show you mine if you tell me yours..."
It was about then that another voice intruded. "Meddler! Or are you still calling yourself 'the Doctor'?" An imposing woman of African descent, in the green uniform and red beret of UNIT, strode towards them.
"The Meddler will do fine, Captain Magambo," he answered with a smile. "Oh, and allow me to introduce my fiancee. Dreamweaver, this is Captain Erisa Magambo of UNIT. I worked with her for a short time, right before I ran into you in Cardiff. Captain Magambo, this is the Dreamweaver."
The UNIT officer shook the Dreamweaver's hand. "A pleasure," she said. "I hope he makes more sense to you then he did when I had to deal with him."
The Meddler gestured at the damaged door. "Does this have something to do with the Anomalies?"
"No, the modifications you suggested to Connor Temple's church key are keeping them well under control. Whatever happened here, it was something entirely different. When did you start working for Torchwood?"
"I don't," the Meddler said.
"1935," Owen said, simultaneously.
"What?"
"Under assumed names, of course. Robert Goodall and Celia Sionnach, running the old Belfast office. But the two of you hardly look any different in the file photos."
The Meddler looked at the Dreamweaver in surprise, then back at Own. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he finally said. And then he grinned. "I can't wait to find out!"
Suddenly, he linked arms with Owen and Erisa. "C'mon," he said, smiling, "Let's go find somewhere private and put our heads together about what's going on here."
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Dec 9, 2011 15:17:44 GMT -5
Owen looked over his shoulder. "I've got security camera footage. I'll show you mine if you tell me yours..."
She snerked softly, oh, men. Just then, they were interrupted by a woman of African descent, her posture and presence in the room more dominant then most of the men there. She approved, verily. She seemed to know Robin, and had she just said Doctor? She looked up at Robin's profile beside her with a smirk on her face, had he impersonated as The Doctor? That was something she might have to use against him when they were alone again.
"The Meddler will do fine, Captain Magambo," he answered with a smile. "Oh, and allow me to introduce my fiancee. Dreamweaver, this is Captain Erisa Magambo of UNIT. I worked with her for a short time, right before I ran into you in Cardiff. Captain Magambo, this is the Dreamweaver."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ma'am." She murmured respectfully while nodding her head at the woman. They shook hands and she could feel the emotions leaking through, excitement, slight irritation and a deep feeling of respect. She had a feeling this woman knew they were not humans.
"A pleasure," she said. "I hope he makes more sense to you then he did when I had to deal with him."
"He never makes sense, that's the whole fun about him. Staying with him gets never boring, and if he happens to get too off track, you just whack him back on the path at hand." She said softly with a wink and a slight grin on her face. She could see Robin being too distracted by Owen to hear here, a look of surprise suddenly on Robin's face and she wondered what Owen had said to have cause it.
She chuckled and shook her head as Robin grabbed both the humans with linked arms and dragged them out from the scene and into the corridor.
"C'mon," he said, smiling, "Let's go find somewhere private and put our heads together about what's going on here."
"Remember nothing too altering, love. They're humans." She said with a laugh and followed them.
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 9, 2011 23:31:00 GMT -5
Suddenly, he linked arms with Owen and Erisa. "C'mon," he said, smiling, "Let's go find somewhere private and put our heads together about what's going on here."
"Remember nothing too altering, love. They're humans." She said with a laugh and followed them.
"Dreamweaver!" he gasped, feigning shock. "Would I do that?" And then he laughed.
The Meddler summarized the nature and purpose of the Specialist's gathering in the ballroom, his voice catching a little as he described the Ark the Specialist had launched in the waning days of the War, and then again as he described leaving.
"But why did you leave?" Captain Magambo asked.
He looked at the Dreamweaver, then sighed. "Disagreements about the nature of the new Gallifrey."
Finally, they settled down to watch the security camera footage. At first, the scenes were familiar. The arrival of the Specialist, followed by their own arrival, and the arrival of the others. The Specialist's presentation (soundless - as the cameras only recorded images), and the late arrival of the Archivist. The Dreamweaver leaving, followed shortly by the Meddler.
And then the Specialist vanished with a goblin, the image crackling into static as she did. The Doctor, and one of the Masters, half-carrying and half-dragging the injured Archivist out. And then...
The Meddler's jaw dropped.
Another Master arrived, flanked by Chancellary Guardsmen and accompanied by the Could've-Been King.
Events spiraled rapidly out of control. Xandavier attacked the Master, Flynn attacked the Mentalist, four women in black attacked the Guards, a Dalek appeared out of the One's TARDIS and vanished into a different TARDIS as Ramachulainn and a different Flynn ducked into the hall.
And then everything faded into static as the One regenerated.
"So," Owen asked. "What was all that?"
"Bad craziness," answered the Meddler. He rested his hand lightly on the Dreamweaver's. And I think the alternate Gallifrey broke up the party. A pause. Would informing them of the arrival of a Gallifrey from an alternate timeline be 'too altering?
He grinned.
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Dec 11, 2011 20:55:40 GMT -5
She too got a troubled look when they were asked why they left in the first place.
"Disagreements about the nature of the new Gallifrey."
"We couldn't see eye to eye on some important matters, so we deemed it better to leave." She added to Robin's explanation.
The security footage disturbed her too. What worried her most is that the Specialist left with a goblin. She didn't.. would she? Would she take this to the other realm? If so, this would cause a whole new sort of headaches. She sat back, looking on Robin's face to see his expression. He seemed just as unhappy to see this as she was, specially when his jaw dropped when he saw a man enter she did not recognise but he seemed to clearly.
Then she saw who. The Could have been King. Her green eyes widened too in alarm.
She watched how Xandavier attacked the Master and everything spiralled out of control from there. Her eyes narrowed at the four black women that were in the same dress Xandavier was. There was something familiar about them, their body language, the bodies itself. But she couldn't put her finger on it.
Then she witnessed a first regeneration, blinking as she sat back. Well that was a lot of firework. More then she expected. Flashy.
"So," Owen asked. "What was all that?"
"Bad craziness," answered the Meddler.
"Indeed.. bad craziness. It's a good thing we decided to leave when we did."
She saw the Meddler grin suddenly, his eyes twinkling with possibilities and how far he could go.
"Oh no, beach first. You promised remember?" She said with a grin.
She watched Owen and the Captain look in confusion, which only broadened her grin.
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