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Zoe checked to make sure the doors behind her had closed, but his introduction returned all of her attention to him, wearing an expression of discountenance. The Doctor?
"You are not!"
She spoke without thinking-- but more thought hardly changed her opinion. He looked nothing like the Doctor!
... Who must be somewhere here, if this was the TARDIS. If this was the TARDIS, the home she only somewhat remembered, altered by time. Zoe stepped in further, coming to study the console. Some of the dials and gauges she still knew. Her hands gripped each other at her chest. Was it too early for hope?
"I'm not a tourist-- well, I suppose I am, but only technically. I'm Zoe. Zoe Heriot. I was looking for equipment to improve my prototype."
"Oh, but I am. You see, when you live long enough, over time people forget. It's funny how the human brain works. All those compartments, and not one of them recognises my face now!"
Zoe Heriot. He knew that name! Of course, how could he forget? The Doctor hadn't touched his previous regeneration's memories in years. And yet at the sound of her name, it all comes flooding back. He's grinning now, awash with childlike glee. "Zoe Heriot. Ah, I knew I recognised your name!" Definitely not a tourist, all considered.
"So I suppose you have any grand ideas on what happened at the factory? Sharp as a whip, you are. Blimey, it must have been decades since I last saw your face."
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“I don’t see any monster lines…. not a single one.”
"Are you mocking me?"
"I don't need your pity or your 'pleasantries.'" Rather, he was doing the stranger a service; despite his ire, the only tangible threat was the rumble of his voice, thundering from the entrance of the manor. "Get out of my sight. Go on, leave!"
That threat didn’t frighten her and she stayed in place. “You need to calm down!” She released his paw and glared at him. I wasn’t mocking you. I was just reading your palm, proving to you that you’re not a monster.”
"How dare you use such sorcery against me!" He'd been foolish; he knew that now. This charlatan's predictions, whether through magic or otherwise, didn't matter. The enchantress sealed his fate when she breached the manor's threshold all those years ago.
"Prove? How can one's palms prove one's worth?" The beast scoffed, peering at his own palm in disbelief. "What next? Are you going to sell your wares, too?"
“ everything is gone. it’s all smoke, ruin, obliterated. is that our legacy now? our reputation? destruction, devastation, death? is that who we are? ” (Ingvar for Florian?)
“𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙀” - 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙋𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎 (accepting)
It takes a moment before Florian could speak. "It doesn't have to be." He said, finally. Having heard the Giant's plight, he had come to the conclusion that they had more in common than meets the eye.
His brush with human beings certainly hadn't been pleasant. Mankind had shown him nothing but cruelty even being a 'prince' hadn't been enough to save him from the trauma of being ripped apart from everything he knew. If anything he'd been a little too generous after the arson towards the palace.
"We can't change what we've done. Dwelling upon it will drive you mad, Ingvar." The prince's hand reaches until it finds Ingvar's hand, squeezing his own impossiblly small fingers around the giant's. "We can rewrite our destiny, I believe in that. We don't have to be the monster's humankind deemed us so."
starter (still accepting) for @hopeturned (Luke)
"I am always happy to help your mother, but she's overestimated my pull at UNIT nowadays. I'm more UNIT mascot than UNIT insider. I had to pull a lot of strings to get her these passes. As for you and your friends, minors are not allowed."
"What are you talking about? You're an excellent insider." Luke countered, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. There had to be some mistake. The brigadier his mum had talked about was a hero, certainly not someone who'd let the very organisation he'd worked tirelessly for all those years ago bully him into silence.
"I thought we were a team." Petulance crept into his tone, making him sound younger than he was. "Why is it that when I want to help, I just get shunted to the side? I'm not a child anymore."
His fists clenched until his knuckles blanched white. Steadying a breath, Luke stepped forward, jabbing a thumb towards the brigadier. "Let's get things straight: if you're really the hero Mum said you are, why are you choosing to back down now?"
OPEN: SEB.
this is his first step towards creating art: a lightbright. from what he understands, it is supposed to be a toy, one he picked up from the store when he was out getting food for cat. currently, he is sitting with it on the floor, looking between patterns.
“should i do the rocket? or the frog?" cat walks by, eyeing the box of the toy, while sebastian tries to make a decision. "hm..."
"I've always preferred frogs..." Dalton admitted, his voice a bare whisper. Ever since his experiences with the Further and astral projections as a kid, the novelty of rockets and the sensation of flying soon wore off. He hasn't flown for about three years now, hampering his prospects further as an artist.
He can't help but feel a little awkward. Standing there not by chance, just in the wrong place at the right time. His hands clutched at the strings of his hoodie, eyes flickering from the lightbright and then back at the stranger. "Nice cat. What's its name?"
//I am in the process of remaking my spn blog but atm I haven't settled on a URL yet, heh.
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A great thing about having the power to traverse time and space was the space part. It meant that sometimes, Ausra got to explore different realities, either adjacent to or very different from his own. So many different places to see, so little time. (Except, of course, he controlled that, too. So he had as much time as he pleased.)
The problem with these excursions, however, lie in the energy it took to hop from dimension to dimension. It wasn't something he could just do liberally, or on a whim. It took a lot of preparation. He wished he could bring someone with him, because the jump left him exhausted, with a hard time moving. Usually he brought snacks in a pocket dimension, but this jump had been exceedingly tedious- or maybe it was just that he had not fully recovered his energy from a previous fight. So reaching into the pocket dimension was a no go. But there were people passing by. Nehebkau changed his armor to fit in more with the people, and out of the alley he strode, trying to get the attention of the first person he saw. "Excuse me," Ausra said shyly, "Do you know where a young man might find a snack?"
It's rare that a member of the king's guard is found in market chipping; the last time such forces were levied was during the war. Caelestis can only stare, eyebrows raised with a look of confusion.
For a member of the king's guard, he sounded pretty docile, so much so that it momentarily stunned them. "I can do more than that," he said, meeting the guard's gaze.
"It depends on what you're looking for. Cesari's is particularly favoured for their coffee and pastries, but if you wanted a more rounded meal, then my restaurant, 'The Wandering Star', is an excellent choice." God knows he could use more customers. Especially during the idle summertime when the festivities are only beginning to pick up.
@hopeturned liked for a starter {samson}
Preacher led Huginn around the building, large emposing and to his eyes alien. Even in The City they didn't have such structures, and a part of him was fascinated even if he couldn't quite understand it's purpose.
High on the walls he thought he could make out a figure, at first he hesitated before raising a hand to wave to the shadowy figure along the wall. "Hello!"
The old penitentiary, only established by the faded signpost and the oddly surviving scraps of documents, had once been a bustling prison, housing those sentenced to death in the days before the world imploded.
Samson is hunched, his back flat against the walls, merely watching; whether it was for other tribes or simply for a lack of things to do, he hadn't decided yet.
His thoughts were interrupted, causing him to raise a hand, motioning the stranger towards them. "What are you doin' all the way out here?" His greeting is clipped, despite the smile. "Ain't seen anyone out here for a few days now."
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' Can you hear that? ' ( seven / rose, or anyone you're feeling! )
questions only sentence starters (accepting!)
Rose inclined her head, her features scrunching as she strained to tune into the sound Seven had mentioned. It was faint — not something you'd notice at all if you weren't looking for it, but the sound lingered, orchestrating a low hum.
"Oh, God, yeah. Now I can hear it. What do you think it is?"
"girl dinner" "boy kibble" can y'all just eat a meal gender neutrally
gender neutrients