#askthetimeassassin

“Call yourself an Assassin? I respectfully disagree.” Arcadia was built or designed to be one , The ultimate killing machine. She was smarter and faster than everyone of her race.  And she could kill a human without breaking out a  sweat. She had killed Torchwood leaders , And she had a list of those she wanted  to end.

“ Hate to state the obvious..  BUT You lot have a serious pest problem.” Carly states as the last Dalek is blown up with her gun. “Carly Jones - Dalek Hunter.” She introduces herself.

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She'd been sinking down in her chair earlier, but she became especially small when she heard that.

"What crime scene?" Mari demanded with a squeaky voice. She wanted to know exactly what crime it was before she accidentally volunteered any extra information on other burglaries, or - god forbid - a murder.

Being caught by something like that was a stupid mistake. She usually wore gloves for this reason, but when one got a hole in the finger, well....

She hadn't found a pair to steal yet, and it wasn't winter, so cheap little cotton gloves weren't around yet. She didn't want to spend more money on a decent set that she was going to wear down fairly quickly by climbing fences, anyways.

🍬- Shopping for Halloween candy.

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“Get the ring pops bag on top, please,” Amelia requested to Chris, not even looking up from the list she had in her notebook of candies, treats, and indgridents for things she was giving away and preparing for on Halloween.

Lir gave him a very dramatic, very obviously overdone wide-eyed green stare at those words. “That is a very mean thing to say, you know. Especially to someone seriously injured!” Which she wasn’t, but she couldn’t resist the teasing either. It was another strange effect Matthew Cordingley seemed to have on her, since she wasn’t usually given to playful, flirty banter like that. Far from it. And they both knew he  was lying, as well.

The stare softened, replaced by a dark smirk. “Well, at least you find me scary, despite knowing my deep, dark secret. Good, I guess,” she jested. Of all her secrets, her baking hobby was hardly a dark one, of course, she sighed to herself. She was tempted to tell him who she really was, why she was really here…And stopped herself, yet again; too many prying ears, too many risks in him knowing altogether. The last thing she needed to do was put him in danger; but she’d never been more tempted to come clean about herself than she was right now. That made him far more dangerous than she was.

And at that moment, the door opened slightly, admitting a somewhat disheveled, flustered Helen who apparently didn’t know or much care about the rule about not shouting in hospitals. Lir actually grinned at her, before recalling the situation as she saw it and trying her best to look contrite, at least-she failed, of course, giving Matt a look instead. He was eyeing the nurse call button, she noted. 

“I am quite alright, you know and it wasn’t really an active crime scene,” she pointed out to Helen with a shrug. “And what was I going to do? Let someone else take a bullet?”She paused with a sigh. “I didn’t think, I acted. And I don’t much like vests,” she made a face.

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{ "That's exactly the point, you know," } he countered, grinning wide at her indignation. { "What I have in mind should definitely wait until you're no longer seriously injured." } He finished the statement with a discreet wink.

There it was again, the pause. Hesitance, perhaps? There was something she was reluctant to talk about, though Matthew couldn’t quite guess at what it was, not having the slightest clue. { “What?” } he asked, though knowing Lir it would most likely be a futile attempt. { "What are you thinking about?" }

Helen, on the other hand, would have none of it. "You.. don't much like vests.." she repeated. "I cannot believe.. YOU DIDN'T WEAR THE VEST BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE IT??!!!" She whirled on Matthew, eyes alight, and the man flinched at her fervor. "Did you hear that, Matty, I can't believe this, really. We have to teach her basic priorities, obviously, she can't be let out in the field like this!" She turned back to Lir, apparently not finished. "I swear I'm not gonna let you off the hook this time, ohhh this is only Monday and you're already giving me a week worth of stress! Not to mention with this--" she cut herself right there, but her right hand rested lightly on her still-flat stomach, before she took it away again. The motion did not escape Matthew's eyes, however.

{ "Hold it, are you--?" }

Helen pressed her lips tightly together, though it wasn't long before she blurted out, happy blush on her cheeks, "Oh what the hell, yes! Yes, I am!"

Matthew started to sign, but stopped and instead swept Helen into a hug, spinning her a little. Probably shouldn't have done that. He put her down, beaming.

"Which reminds me, actually, I've got something to talk about with you, Lir." She was clearly calmer now that the topic was drastically changed. "Only you." She cast a meaningful glance toward Matthew. "You know, you should head home and rest a bit. Take a shower, you could really use one."

Lir ignored the other woman’s tirade, though at least, it would seem the unexpected teleportation had done nothing to dull her wits- or her tongue. Most people would’ve been speechless and stunned with disorientation for at least a few minutes.

It was a bit of a mixed blessing that this one was nothing of the sort, really, the time agent thought smoothly as her companion pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes, no doubt trying to calm down.

“I blew up that building you were in a few minutes ago and got you out of it in one piece before doing that,” she shrugged, answering the question with laconic, practical ease.

     “You. Did. What?” Aveline was this close to strangling the woman. On top of it all, the other’s nonchalance was just infuriating. “Why must you do that, you prick--” The girl had to stop herself there, before the words she said actually signaled a warning from the headquarter. “You time agents with your--oooh, ability to teleport.. oh, you all think you’re real clever, aren’t you? Strutting around, entitled to whatever you feel like doing.

up close and personal || accepting!

     Matthew looked down at his hand, the cigarette between his fingers half done. It wasn’t, was it? He knew that without her telling him. He knew it now and he had known it back then.

     Only eighteen, in a room bright with LED overhead, he sat alone at the metal desk, fingers tap-tap-tapping at its cold surface. It must’ve been less than half an hour, but to him it felt like half a day had gone by. The room was not particularly small. It was barren too, leaving him a lot of space to roam. He found it hard to breathe all the same. There were foot steps right outside the door. He bit his lip, waiting for them to step in. They had not. They were talking outside. Why? He strained his ears but couldn’t catch a word. Stop it, Matt, stop. You can do nothing now, it is their decision to make. He bounced his leg then stopped then tapped his fingers then stopped then took another look around the space and for the umpteenth time his eyes landed on the pack of cigarette, along with the lighter next to it. A cop had left them there when he came in, talked with Matthew briefly, and went out again. Matthew reached, slipped one out of the pack. It would be his second cigarette since few years back–what was once an experiment, was now a distraction–and this time he knew what to expect. It took three clicks until he could light it right. He didn’t break into fits of cough at this first drag, instead exhaling the smoke evenly. Another drag, another puff. The bitter taste in his mouth was welcome, it was easier to bear than the bitter dread in his heart.

     The door swung open, and it was a man he recognized this time. A friend of his father, a rank in the police force. The name escaped him, however, it had been years since Matthew last saw him. The man’s face fell as he saw Matthew filling his lungs with the smoke.

     “You’re not allowed to smoke in here.” His voice was gentle for a supposed chiding. Perks of having just lost both of your parents, Matthew figured.

     Matthew could have responded the way he felt. Dismissive, trying to mask the gnawing anxiety. A careless shrug, an averted gaze, another long pull would do, like, I got my wits still with me, I’m not too affected to function. Or he could be reactive, channeling the fear, the anger, and most of all the pain. He might roll his eyes, drop the cigarette on the floor, stomp it dead with his shoe, like, Sure, yeah, but only because you ask so nicely. That would show them what he was made of. Wouldn’t a little bit of bravado be necessary when you’re a guardian?

     He did neither of those, however. Matthew took the cigarette from his lips, and there was no ashtray in the room so he placed it carefully on the table. His hands shook a little so he clasped them together, like a prayer. He sat forward just a slight. He took a little time before meeting the man’s gaze and offered him a small smile. I’m sorry, the gesture seemed to convey, I’m grieving but I promise I’m trying my best. And in that moment Matthew knew he appeared more capable than he actually felt. Steady even when his heart hammered against his rib cages. Hopeful even if the world seemed to be trying to crush his spirit. He could see it in the way the man regarded him, as though he had just noticed him anew. 

     Matthew got to keep Nick that day.

     Five years later and there they were. Matthew on the roof-deck of the hospital, taking a pull at another cigarette. Lir, of all people, finding him there. And Nick, several floors below, fighting against the pull of death.

     Matthew did not answer for a while, his gaze lost on the horizon. When he finally turned to Lir, he signed slowly, and it was the similar small smile on his lips. Reassuring. Always the guardian he needed to be. { “It’s okay. There are worse ways to cope.” }

     Today, Matthew was hoping he got to keep his brother again.

[ thanks!!! :D yeah i like the ideas too but not really sure those are good/believable ones lmao ]

@altrxisme [ i don't think the first one is flat at all! it would heavily depend on how you characterize and develop them that would keep them from being considered as that owo i'm a sucker for the other one tho, but that's bc that's my taste so ;;; ]