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Post by The Meddler on Dec 11, 2011 22:44:17 GMT -5
"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.
"I did, didn't I?" he agreed. His fingers drummed on the table top for several seconds, as he considered his words.
A sigh. "Call it... internal matters. Time Lords, in disagreement over what we were going to do and how we were going to do it."
Captain Magambo lifted an eyebrow. "Internal disagreements?"
"Yes."
"That ends with a firebomb going off in a hotel ballroom."
"We're Time Lords," the Meddler responded with a shrug. "We overachieve."
Captain Magambo and Owen Harper both started to say something, and the Meddler held up a hand for silence. "Look," he said, rising. "There isn't much I can tell you beyond that. I wasn't - we weren't - there for the exciting pyrotechnic finale."
"That was the Master," said Owen. Captain Magambo nodded agreement. "The black man."
Magambo blinked in surprise. "No, no, he's one of ours. Lieutenant Jacob Hill. The Master is the one with beard, and the uniforms - the 'Cancel Guard', I think he called them."
"Chancellary Guard," the Meddler corrected by reflex.
The two humans began to bicker about which man was the Master, and the Meddler pinched his nose in irritation. "Please," he gritted out, "If either of you knows anything about the Master, you'll know that misdirection is his greatest tool. And there were two Masters in that room, before the Master with the Guard walked in. Think on that."
He offered the Dreamweaver his hand. "But really, we've told you everything relevant that we know. There are more details, but none of them are particularly relevant to..."
The door crashed in and two uniformed members of the Chancellary Guard stood there, stazers drawn.
"Grandfather Paradox!" one of them barked. "You and your Odalisque are ordered to hold fast and submit to Law. You are charged with flagrant disregard of the Protocols of History and with violation of the sanctity of the Great Library!"
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Dec 12, 2011 8:17:08 GMT -5
"Three Masters in one room.. that's almost comical. I think the universe would end if there were three Meddlers in one room" She mused with a soft chuckle, elbowing Robin.
When he offered her his hand, she took it gracefully, getting up to her feet now. There was nothing more for them to see here. But the fact that guard had found them so fast worried here. The others only just managed to escape. They only escaped through extensive distraction on her part.
And as if to taunt her fate, the door crashed in and two members of the Chancellary guard stood there. She raise an brow slowly.
Really now , just two?
"Grandfather Paradox!" one of them barked. "You and your Odalisque are ordered to hold fast and submit to Law. You are charged with flagrant disregard of the Protocols of History and with violation of the sanctity of the Great Library!"
"And you are ordered to keep your mouth shut, talking about rude! And Odalisque? Really? I might have considered coming with you if you had addressed me with some respect. Well actually, not really now I think about it. I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you now for your insolence though, have your caretakers never taught you better?"
With that she took her plasma guns out, her tone serious now as she addressed Robin and stood between the guards and the humans.
"Bring the humans to safety, I'll distract them. Leave your communicators open, love."
She grinned.
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 12, 2011 13:25:09 GMT -5
"Three Masters in one room.. that's almost comical. I think the universe would end if there were three Meddlers in one room" She mused with a soft chuckle, elbowing Robin.
"My personal record is a dozen," he chuckled back. "But that was when I went back into the War. Vastly different circumstances. Usually, I manage to keep it to no more than two."
And then, just as they were leaving, the Guard arrived to demand their surrender.
"Odalisque?" he said, echoing the Dreamweaver's tone (if not her exact words). "Odalisque? Listen here. you lobster-backed policemen-"
At the sound of the word 'policemen', the attitude of the Guardsmen went from bored to enraged and offended.
"-you will address my fiancee with a measure of respect!" He actually started forward, before he realized that the Dreamweaver had drawn her pistols in hand.
"Bring the humans to safety, I'll distract them. Leave your communicators open, love."
He hesitated, then nodded. "Be very careful, love," he said seriously, "A stazer is designed to kill a Time Lord outright."
For a second, everything seemed frozen - the Guardsmen covering the room with their stazers, the Dreamweaver covering the Guardsmen with her pistols, the Meddler with one hand resting lightly on her shoulder, Owen and the Captain risen with handguns half drawn. And then the Meddler took three steps and lept, racing across the table towards the door on the other side of the conference room. "Owen! Erisa! This way!"
He didn't let himself think about the whining of the stazers and the burping roar of the plasma guns as he hit the opposite door, trusting (trying to trust, anyway) the Dreamweaver and her life experiences to see her through. He shouldered the door open, surprising another Chancellary Guardsman that had just been reaching for it, and hurled himself into the hall.
The Guardsman he'd surprised rebounded from the wall with an "oof", and bounced forward just in time to catch the Meddler's shoulder in the sternum. His air exploded from his lungs as the Meddler smashed him back into the wall. The Meddler spun, just in time to see the second Guardsman in this hall bring his stazer up.
Captain Magambo clubbed the second Guardsman in the back of the neck with the butt of her pistol, and Owen grabbed the stazer dropped by the first Guardsman. "I don't know what your problem is," she said, placing the muzzle of the Beretta against the man's helmet, "But the Meddler is still technically a UNIT employee."
"And a Torchwood agent," added Owen.
"And we haven't been made aware of any crimes he may have committed," she continued. "Now, given that UNIT has no extradition treaty with... wherever it is you come from, then on behalf of UNIT I'm going to say you have no authority on this planet."
"Zhemae shynyn deo shidy berenleynas, meidynol," the second Guardsman croaked out.
"Meidynol buynnid guanfalu amna ymazhong hwnnw o taigwedu wofyde pfringyou," responded the Meddler.
Captain Magambo gave him an exasperated stare. "I am creating an intergalactic incident for you here, Meddler," she said patiently. "Do me a favor and run."
"Oh. Yes," he answered. "And thank you."
With that, he turned and darted down the hall towards room 267 and the TARDIS.
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Dec 15, 2011 15:57:25 GMT -5
She could feel his hesitation in the silence that followed and she fired up her guns, the slow buzzing of the charging plasma rays loading with an increasing height beep. "Be very careful, love," he said seriously, "A stazer is designed to kill a Time Lord outright.""They're after you mainly, now go!" She fired the gun at the ceiling above the two Chancellary Guards and watched how it came down upon them, long enough to keep them busy for Robin to get away. "GO! NOW!" She roared. "Owen! Erisa! This way!"And not much later she heard the door slam shut behind them and a sow smile crept onto her face as the guards threw the last of the ceiling off them, coughing at the thick dust that surrounded them. She had dropped her glamour completely now the humans were gone, her golden shape there and yet not there. She was pure energy. Two green orbs where her eyes were stared unforgiving at the guards as she started humming. She moved over to them, her footsteps more floating as the humming melody now started forming words from her. The sund came at them from every angle. Whispering right into their ears. ::Hush, Child.:: ::The darkness will rise from the deep, and:: ::Carry you down into sleep, child:: ::The darkness will rise from the deep, and:: ::Carry you down into sleep: The men grabbed for their helmet covered heads, dropping the tazers instantly as their minds were mercilessly invaded. Shutting their eyes as if that would help, the voice leaked into their brain, the suggestion that came from the song leaking into their being and leaving themselves open for her invasive energy. It hurted like a thousand needles sticking into their skin. Her plums were kind compared to this. She was done playing.
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 15, 2011 22:28:38 GMT -5
The Guardsmen sank to their knees, clutching their heads, concentrating. They were Time Lords, with centuries of practice and experience in shielding their minds and their thoughts. And they had been forewarned that they were dealing with a Sidhe.
And, if the Dreamweaver had been only a Sidhe, they might have succeeded.
The psychoactive melody infiltrated their personal noospheres, carried by ten thousand glittering needles driven by a mind with an intuitive understanding of Time Lord neural architecture. The same gifts that allowed her to interface so easily with a TARDIS mind allowed her to understand the shape of the Guardsmen's thoughts.
A human would have collapsed in seconds. The two Guardsmen fought the suggestion for nearly three minutes before slumping to the ground.
Outside the conference room, Owen noticed the light streaming from under the door. "What do you suppose is happening?" he asked, idly.
"I don't know," replied Captain Magambo. "But I'm glad I'm not in there, right now."
She prodded the back of a Guardsman's head with the muzzle of her pistol. "OI! I didn't say you could move."
The Meddler dashed through the halls, not quite as entertained now as he had been when they had made their escape from the Great Library. Thoughts and questions whirled through his mind, and chief among them was How did they find us?
It should have been impossible. He wasn't drawing power from the Eye. All of the spyware systems had been purged from the TARDIS. There was no way to follow them through the Vortex.
And yet, the Guard had shown up.
He rounded a corner, lept hard to avoid crashing into a happily-oblivious couple, and threw on a final burst of speed. Room 267 was just up ahead.
The door to room 265 opened. A man in the uniform of the Chancellary Guard emerged, raising a stazer.
The Meddler skidded to a halt. "I know, I know. 'Hold fast, and submit to law' and all that, right?"
The Guard didn't look amused. "Be silent, Grandfather Paradox. You cannot escape."
That brought a smile to the Renegade Time Lord's lips. "Really?"
"Indeed."
"You're overlooking something."
"And what is that?"
"I have goblins."
The Guardsman blinked at him, puzzled. And then a howling mob of goblins exploded from the door to room 267 and dragged him down.
The Meddler worked the controls as rapidly as he dared. The Time Rotor rose and fell, ready to begin the dematerialization sequence as soon as he threw the lever.
"And where is the Queen, your Majesty," asked Moorg, who was clearly trying to decide whether the helmet of a Chancellary Guardsman made him look dashing.
"She'll be here," the Meddler told him. "She'll be here."
(OOC: Respect the goblins...)
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Dec 20, 2011 20:16:17 GMT -5
The song continued on for a bit after the men had lost conciousness. She wanted to be sure they wouldn't be waking up for a good bit to come, she hoped Torchwood had this covered or else these two were going to look very funny with their helmets on in a human crowd. She didn't want to think what the stazers would do to humans.
"Sleep for now." She whispered quietly, the sound feeling like a caressing breath in their ears. She turned around, her glamour slipping back in place again when she made her way towards the door. They would wake in a matter of hours, disoriented. She wondered how long she could keep up without killing anyone. With a frown, she started to sprint down the hall towards room 267.
What she found there put a big grin on her face and in her delight she skidded the wall to avoid crashing into the chancellary guard on the ground pelted by Goblins.
"Stop playing with your food and eat him or let's get moving boys, we have more important matters!"
Ahead of her the TARDIS was already dematerialising and instantly, she dropped her glamour and made a drive for it.
"And where is the Queen, your Majesty," asked Moorg, who was clearly trying to decide whether the helmet of a Chancellary Guardsman made him look dashing.
"She'll be here," the Meddler told him. "She'll be here."
as if on cue the telepathic transfer ports started glowing golden and out poured golden energy which formed into the shape of a woman, standing on the console. The golden energy shook off like dust as she dropped her glamour back in place, the Dreamweaver standing there with her hip slightly cocked and a triumphant look on her face as she copped casually off the console panel.
"Men, they're all the same. Sing a little serenade and they all go gooey eyed" She quipped with a grin.
She watched as the Goblins started pouring in again. "Time to go my love, they caught up faster then we thought."
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 20, 2011 22:35:44 GMT -5
The Meddler felt himself relax as the Dreamweaver materialized in the control room. "Time to go my love, they caught up faster then we thought."
"In hindsight," he said, closing the door behind the last of the goblins. "Since we know that they were here, trying to capture or kill everyone else. And only about an hour ago, too. So it makes sense that they'd have noticed our arrival."
He flipped the last of the switches, and the time rotor roared into the dematerialization sequence.
A sigh. "This means that, at some point, we'll need to track down the others and make sure they're all right. And then see if we can't develop some idea of what we want to do about this new Gallifrey."
Then he smiled. "But we can do that later. For now, Atlantis! I think you'll like it. Sun. Beaches. Mountains. A bronze age civilization at its height. Oh, and they worship us as gods."
He checked the controls to ensure they were on course. "Minor gods, anyway. They worship a Chronovore as the major deity of their pantheon. But I have a place in it, as do the Master and the Doctor. And I suspect they'll be willing to work you in as well, somewhere."
(OOC: Feel free to narrate the landing.)
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Dec 22, 2011 20:35:16 GMT -5
"This means that, at some point, we'll need to track down the others and make sure they're all right. And then see if we can't develop some idea of what we want to do about this new Gallifrey."
"Let's first focus on keeping ourselves alive, Robin. Remember the others are Time Lords too, they're perfectly capable of keeping themselves alive. The Doctor has proven that point many times, even though he does sometimes tend to play with stupidity." She gave the Meddler a grin.
"But we can do that later. For now, Atlantis! I think you'll like it. Sun. Beaches. Mountains. A bronze age civilization at its height. Oh, and they worship us as gods."
"Atlantis, sounds divine. But what did you guys do this time to become deities again, you selfish egocentric bastards?" She said with a merry laugh, the sound reverberating off the walls like song.
"Minor gods, anyway. They worship a Chronovore as the major deity of their pantheon. But I have a place in it, as do the Master and the Doctor. And I suspect they'll be willing to work you in as well, somewhere."
"Still doesn't answer the question, love" She said with a wink, a wide grin on her face. "Beside, me as a deity? I'm a Sidhe, we have legend up till our noses, we do not need more of it. I can do without the worship, really. You fill up all the space for the others if they would even try." She winked and gave him a peck on the cheek, purring softly in his ear before she whirled away to look at the screen as they were landing. Indeed, this had to be better then Hawaii or those other places on earth that had been described as paradise. The beaches were a pearly white, the sea a deep aqua blue.
"This even rivals beyond the veils. It's a miracle the Sidhe haven't claimed this paradise for their own yet."
Soon enough, the TARDIS stopped with a hallow thud signalling they had landed. She looked over to Robin and chuckled softly.
"Should I dress for the occasion? Black seems so gloomy in this place. So does that suit of yours, love." With a snip of her fingers he was dressed in the most eye-soring bright hawaiian shirt topped with some binoculars hanging off his neck, some beige bermuda shorts under it with his feet still in socks shoved into a pair of birckenstock sandals. To finish everything off there with a large pilot style sunglasses on his nose. He looked like the perfect shameless tourist.
She snorted, hard.
"It's ridiculous how you still manage to have sex appeal in that."
Oh the joys of glamour.
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 22, 2011 22:05:57 GMT -5
"Atlantis, sounds divine. But what did you guys do this time to become deities again, you selfish egocentric bastards?" She said with a merry laugh, the sound reverberating off the walls like song."That's pretty much it, actually," he laughed. "Minor gods, anyway. They worship a Chronovore as the major deity of their pantheon. But I have a place in it, as do the Master and the Doctor. And I suspect they'll be willing to work you in as well, somewhere." "Still doesn't answer the question, love" She said with a wink, a wide grin on her face.A shrug. "They've got a degree of attunement to the flow of time, thanks to the presence of the Chronovore. Enough to sense, at least in part, what a Time Lord is. Add in the fact that we appear and disappear, that we work wonders, and that we know the future..." Another shrug. "Beside, me as a deity? I'm a Sidhe, we have legend up till our noses, we do not need more of it. I can do without the worship, really. You fill up all the space for the others if they would even try.""It'll probably happen, whether we say anything or not. You'll step from the TARDIS, in the company of Lord Anakatosoúris, and clearly more than merely human? Particularly when they learn that you're my fiancee?" A smile. "They'll make the leap." The TARDIS landed, and the Dreamweaver used her glamour to outfit him in a genuinely absurd outfit. She snorted, hard.
"It's ridiculous how you still manage to have sex appeal in that .""I'm a Time Lord," he said. "Our inherent nobility and centuries of practice in our formal robes train us to look good in any conceivable outfit." Then he flashed a crooked grin. "But, if you really want us to look presentable to the Atlanteans, let me show you what the fashionable citizen of Poseidonopolis is wearing this year..." He adjusted the console controls. "First, men's fashions..." The console displayed an image of a man in a T-shaped linen tunic, with sandals and a cloak. The Meddler glanced down at his tasteless outfit of glamour, and smirked. "Now, women's fashions..." The console displayed this"Now, I'm not going to object..." he said with a grin. "But, as you have observed in the past, I am a dirty old man." About then, the outside viewer show a small party of men approaching the TARDIS. "Ah, our welcoming committee has arrived. Shall we go and greet them?"
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Dec 23, 2011 7:49:21 GMT -5
"It'll probably happen, whether we say anything or not. You'll step from the TARDIS, in the company of Lord Anakatosoúris, and clearly more than merely human? Particularly when they learn that you're my fiancee?" A smile. "They'll make the leap."
"What, you mean I cannot escape upcoming fame? Well, I'm indeed your fiancée, guess I'll have to keep the status quo up" She said with a wink, a smile on her face
When they landed, she glamoured the absolutely abhorred outfit on him. She snorted, this was going to be an image that would be stuck on her retina for the rest of her life most likely. She couldn't help but laugh.
"It's ridiculous how you still manage to have sex appeal in that."
"I'm a Time Lord," he said. "Our inherent nobility and centuries of practice in our formal robes train us to look good in any conceivable outfit."
Then he flashed a crooked grin. "But, if you really want us to look presentable to the Atlanteans, let me show you what the fashionable citizen of Poseidonopolis is wearing this year..." Time Lords, they were and always would be smug bastards, she thought with a smirk on her face. Worst was, they had the abilities to back that smugness up. She shook her head and chuckled when he went to the control panel.
"But, if you really want us to look presentable to the Atlanteans, let me show you what the fashionable citizen of Poseidonopolis is wearing this year..."
He adjusted the console controls. "First, men's fashions..." The console displayed an image of a man in a T-shaped linen tunic, with sandals and a cloak.
"I could fix that, easy enough yeah" She said as the studied the image. She had to agree she preferred his 3-piece suit.
That look he gave her, that smirk should have warned her for what to come though
"Now, women's fashions..."
Her mouth slowly gawked at what she saw on the screen, her eyes widening as she looked closer at the screen, not fully believing what it said.
"Now, I'm not going to object..." he said with a grin. "But, as you have observed in the past, I am a dirty old man."
"Oh yes, yes you are!" She said with a laugh and playfully whacked him over the head before turning back to the screen. "I'd do it just to see the look on the Would Have Been King's face. It would be priceless." She said with a snort. "But alas, I'm afraid you'd only have attention for my chest the entire day, instead of those poor Atlantians." She gave him a playful nudge, grinning.
She shook her head and chuckled still, his clothes dissolved into golden dust and showed the same 3-piece suit beneath again. She winked at him when she was dressed in an aqua green 60s retro dress with a flaring skirt, some leather slippers beneath it.
About then, the outside viewer show a small party of men approaching the TARDIS. "Ah, our welcoming committee has arrived. Shall we go and greet them?"
"After you my love, you know them better then I do" She said with a wink. They had to be on their guard of the Would Be King was here.
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 23, 2011 10:25:56 GMT -5
The TARDIS door opened onto a balmy subtropical day. A gentle breeze, smelling of the sea, blew across the hillside. As they emerged it became clear that she had taken on the appearance of a shrine - a niche carved into a large stone, with a bas relief of a hooded and robed figure holding a sundial in one hand and a carpenter's square in the other. There was a small stone bowl for offerings at the figure's feet.
The Meddler closed the door - which was the bas relief itself - and shook his head ruefully. "Anakatosouris," he said, "The Bringer of Change." He laughed. "I am officially responsible, in the Atlantean pantheon, for the progression of the seasons and the cycle of life and death."
He turned and watched the approaching band, leaning on his ivory cane. "Mostly, I'm invoked at the seasonal festivals and at celebrations of puberty and marriage. Oh, and my image here gets ceremonially threatened any year the rainy season is late."
The men drew closer.
"The Doctor's known here as Giatros, the Righteous Defender. He's invoked annually to interceed with Chronos to keep the island safe, to protect those unjustly accused, and any time his High Priest can be persuaded that a war is just."
A pause.
"The Master, on the other hand, is Kyrios. The Hand of Darkness. His cult isn't illegal, because that might offend him. But it's shunned. He's typically invoked in private, by people who seek power or wealth and who aren't particularly scrupulous about how they achieve it."
The men approached the shrine. Four of them stopped at a respectful distance. The fifth, a lean older man with iron-grey hair, approached and knelt. "My Lord Anakatosouris," he said, respectfully.
The Meddler looked down at him for a moment. "Yishharu?"
"Yes, my Lord Anakatosouris?"
"What the hell is this bowing nonsense?"
Yishharu looked up, a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye. "I am simply showing the respect owed my Lord..." he protested with mock sincerity.
The Meddler laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "Stand up, you pious old fraud, and say hello to my fiancee!"
Yishharu stood with a little grunt. "I resent the implication of fraud, my lord," he complained. "I am your high priest, after all." He looked the Dreamweaver over, then looked her over again, and then a final time for good measure. "Your fiancee, my lord?" He nodded approvingly. "I don't suppose she has a sister, as a reward for many years of devoted service?"
The Meddler laughed. "Dreamweaver, this vile old reprobrate is my High Priest, Yishharu. He is a living example of the old adage that familiarity breeds contempt."
Yishharu smiled at that. "Hardly contempt, my Lord," he demured. "I have merely... reduced my expectations of the divine." Then he bowed low before her, the mocking quality fading away. "My Lady Oneirofantis," he said seriously. "I have served your Lord for two score years - merely the blink of an eye to the Immortals, and yet long and faithful service for Men - and I have known Him for three score years and seven. I ask that you take no offense at my words."
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Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Dec 24, 2011 22:15:04 GMT -5
The warm breeze was something else to the cold damp breeze of Cardiff and she closed her eyes and took in the sensation of it while Robin got out of the TARDIS behind her. Only when she heard the door click behind him did she open her eyes again and turn back at him, taking in the shrine.
"It's all a bit surreal that this place is real. It's such a gem.." She murmured appreciatively.
"Anakatosouris," he said, "The Bringer of Change." He laughed. "I am officially responsible, in the Atlantean pantheon, for the progression of the seasons and the cycle of life and death."
"You're the Atlantian equivalent of Osiris, more or less. A bit grim but quite important still" She agreed. The men in the distance were coming closer.
"Mostly, I'm invoked at the seasonal festivals and at celebrations of puberty and marriage. Oh, and my image here gets ceremonially threatened any year the rainy season is late."
"And that actually works? Perhaps I should try that more often too then, ritually threaten you" She said with a chuckle and sidewards grinned at him with a wink. He continued to explain about the Doctor and Masters role in this society, she wondered if more Time Lords wee involved, but at the moment there were more important things "I think we have company"
The party bowed before them, one elderly men had stepped forward and bowed at Robin's feet. She had to stare and raise a brow at the sight.
Apparently Robin thought about the same as her.
"Yishharu?"
"Yes, my Lord Anakatosouris?"
"What the hell is this bowing nonsense?"
She just stood back and watched the scene unfold with an amused look on he face. Soon enough, Robin decided to divert the attention to her while calling his own priest a fraud. She held back a laugh at obin, who was he calling a fraud!
"I resent the implication of fraud, my lord," the elder man complained. "I am your high priest, after all."
"That and you, the Meddler calling someone else a fraud is just hilarious, love" She said with a grin.
"Your fiancee, my lord?" He nodded approvingly. "I don't suppose she has a sister, as a reward for many years of devoted service?"
The Meddler laughed. "Dreamweaver, this vile old reprobrate is my High Priest, Yishharu. He is a living example of the old adage that familiarity breeds contempt."
"I can see that yes. Even though I do wonder if this is the prediction, what our marriage will be like" She gave him a smirk and a grin "About the sister, afraid not. But I do have a lovely brother on offer for you." She said with a snerk, Alec would certainly kill her if she sent a dirty old man after him.
Then, he bowed before her suddenly, sincerely and she was actually taken back by he gesture. She looked at Robin, how did he deal with this?
"My Lady Oneirofantis," he said seriously. "I have served your Lord for two score years - merely the blink of an eye to the Immortals, and yet long and faithful service for Men - and I have known Him for three score years and seven. I ask that you take no offense at my words."
"I do not, Priest. I've known this man for years too and I know his nature, I do not take offence to your words. Please rise, I am as unreceptive to bowing as my fiancée is I'm afraid"
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 25, 2011 23:10:05 GMT -5
"You're the Atlantian equivalent of Osiris, more or less. A bit grim but quite important still" She agreed.
"More or less," he echoed. "Although I'm certainly no Osiran. Nor did I get chopped into pieces and scattered." He fell silent for a moment, and shuddered. "Although the Tocalfane gave it the old school try..."
After a moment, he rallied and continued. "Mostly, I'm invoked at the seasonal festivals and at celebrations of puberty and marriage. Oh, and my image here gets ceremonially threatened any year the rainy season is late."
"And that actually works? Perhaps I should try that more often too then, ritually threaten you" She said with a chuckle and sidewards grinned at him with a wink.
"It works at least as well as prayers to any other god you might care to name."
He finished explaining about the roles of the Doctor and the Master, in time for Yishharu to approach them. They exchanged a few words.
"Your fiancee, my lord?" He nodded approvingly. "I don't suppose she has a sister, as a reward for many years of devoted service?"
The Meddler laughed. "Dreamweaver, this vile old reprobate is my High Priest, Yishharu. He is a living example of the old adage that familiarity breeds contempt."
"I can see that yes. Even though I do wonder if this is the prediction, what our marriage will be like" She gave him a smirk and a grin "About the sister, afraid not. But I do have a lovely brother on offer for you." She said with a snerk.
Yishharu considered that for a moment. "I suppose that my wife would prefer that I bring her a new husband home, yes. She has long complained that I don't satisfy her the way I once did." He thought for a moment. "Of course, it's been quite some time since she's satisfied me, either - not for lack of trying, mind you, but age tells on both of us." Another pause. "Your brother wouldn't mind sharing a bed, would he?"
Behind him, the Meddler bit his lip to keep from laughing.
And then Yishharu bowed before the Dreamweaver, asking that she take no offense at his words.
"I do not, Priest. I've known this man for years too and I know his nature, I do not take offence to your words. Please rise, I am as unreceptive to bowing as my fiancée is I'm afraid"
The Old man rose, leaning heavily on his staff as he did. "I am grateful, my Lady. These old knees are not what they once were." He stretched a little. "There is a feast in your honor this night, my Lord," he said, turning to the Meddler. May we count on the presence of the both of you there?"
The Meddler glanced at the Dreamweaver and shrugged. "As far as I know, yes."
Yishharu grinned broadly. "Excellent! It will have to be in honor of the both of you now, of course." He looked back at the Dreamweaver. "We have no temple dancers for your rites yet, my Lady. But we have skilled poets, so there will be hymns of praise."
Turning, he half-preceded half-led the two Time Lords down the hill, discussing his thoughts on how to incorporate the presence of the Dreamweaver into the ritual feast.
The Meddler's temple - in contrast to the simple hillside shrine - was a large building built of purplish Phrygian marble, the black lines of the stone arranged to suggest the motion of clouds. The great doors, cedar plated with bronze, were carved with an image of a robed and hooded figure at work as a scribe, and the frieze of the tympanion was showed the hooded figure at work with surveyor's tools and surrounded by bees.
The interior - the cella - was carved in a hexagonal pattern, like the cells of a bee hive (or the walls of the TARDIS). A hexagonal brazier sat in the center of the cella, about a meter tall and two wide, with each side representing some aspect of Anakatosouris and his responsibilities.
Yishharu led them past the brazier, and opened a second cedar and bronze door at the far end of the cella. "The adyton is, of course, yours to use as you see fit for as long as you honor us with your presence."
With that he backed away, leaving them in a private room. It was furnished in spartan fashion, with work desk and several reclining couches and a low table. There were windows, though, with a breathtaking view of the sea.
"So," the Meddler said. "Atlantis. What do you think?"
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The Meddler
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 26, 2011 15:39:12 GMT -5
The thought of Alec becoming the second husband to an old lady gave a visual image that made it hard for her to keep her laughing in, looking to the side it seemed Robin had the same problem. He eyes just looked at him wit mirth as the old man went on. "I think my fiancee's rites will be enough for tonight if it's too much of a hassle. You weren't prepared" She said kindly and followed the old man, interlocking her arm with the Meddlers. The great pruplish building surprised her, she had never seen such a material before. Was that some sort of marble..? It was the interior that made her smile though, the ever ocurring hexagonal shapes identifid with The Meddler. It felt familliar, almost like home. Yes she had come to see his TARDIS like home. Robin was depicted on the wals, with his responcibilities. It was somewhat surreal to see an ancient fresco of a man in a three piece moden suit. If modern day future ever found this.. "So, Atlantis. What did you think?" he said behind her and she turned around to him, the smile still on her face. "I take back what I said, you do take me to nice places! But where is the Would Be King? Wouldn't he have noticed our presence by now?" He frowned at the questions. "I... don't know," he admitted. "And, frankly, that bothers me immensely." He sank down into one of the reclining couches, resting his chin on his cane. "He's just about the only being in the Spiral Politic I can sense the presence of, at least without these," he waggled his hand, causing the light to sparkle and glint on the platinum webbing. "And I think it's safe to assume he can do the same." He glared moodily out the window. "We're not different enough in our thought processes, I guess. So, if he's not here yet, that just means that he hasn't noticed me. And when he notices me..." A sigh. "I'm positive, from what I heard the alternate me say in the Great Library, that this 'new' Gallifrey is in some fashion allied with the Could've-Been King. That means they'll be after us in force." Then he smiled - a little forced, true, but a genuine smile. "But we've got until that happens to enjoy ourself, and the rites won't take place until sundown. Care to go explore the city?"
Moments where Robin did not know things wee naturally things to worry about. She knew of his connection to the Would Be King, they were more or less like twins. The webbing of the platinum wiring in his hand glinted in the sunlight and caught her eye, so had never questioned him about how he aquired it. It was just.. there one day. Yet if the Woud be King had not noticed him yet, it meant he had to be either far away or not on Atlantis at all. "Are you sure he's even here, love?" He was right, if the Would Be King was involved, they'd be after us. Her eyes widened suddenly, realisation dawning on her. His eyes became unfocused as he concentrated. "No," he said distantly. "He's not. I can't tell you how far away he is, not without alerting him to my presence, but he's a long way away." "Do they know he's in basic DNA you? Perhaps that's why they keep finding us so fast, they have his scent for the dog to lock on, so to say. You know how fast they got us last time, I'm nt sure we'd even gt untill the night. In Cardiff we barely had an hour." The Meddler thought on that. "I don't think the DNA is an issue," he said slowly. "Even without the Could've-Been King, they've got my biodata anyway, courtesy of the other Meddler. And I'm inclined to think that Cardiff was a fluke. The Guard had already been there - we missed them by scant minutes, remember? They probably had people watching out for any stragglers." Then he frowned. "On the other hand, they knew us by sight. We have to assume that they at least know about our actions on Gallifrey, and that word has gotten out about our second escape from them as well. And they've surely noticed that they can't fortell my actions..." He thought, furiously, for several minutes. "Biodatic tracking will be limited to a planetary range, thanks to the modifications I've made in our TARDIS. But we have to assume they'll monitor Earth, at least." Suddenly, alarmed, he rose. "We have to go, now!" he said, catching her hand. "We're putting these people in great risk by staying here." (OOC: Continued on And They Bravely Ran Away, Away on the new Role Play Whoniverse! site.)
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