#dark xi

[ask-xi]

Toppled Gods

When the nightmarish shape of the butchered TARDIS tore through Gallifrey’s transduction barriers, XI was ready. Caliban’s powers were sufficient to assist his tormented machine past all obstacles, though the result was for a blackened, jack-knifed concept of a police box the size of a small castle to crash upon the dunes outside the Citadel.

Alerting no one to his plans, save strict orders on pain of death to his guards, the Lord President had seen fit to stand alone when the rampaging Time Lord came to call. One hand clasping the staff with which he had defeated K’treya, the other clad in the gauntlet he had fashioned with the help of both Matrices and his own adept intuition, he waited for his enemy to emerge.

[ask-xi]

Gallifrey, beware!  The Sisterhood has spoken. The current path is paved with grief, And more still will be broken. Light and dark will wage a war When light is not your friend. Only Hand and Lover’s mouth Will save you from this end.

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“Decisions are a funny thing, aren’t they?” he called out to the passing Time Lord, for XI had strategically placed himself so that the Master would do so. “I mean, they make us what we are; give us our place in the general order of things. Even when we think we’re incapable of the capacity, limited by health or spirit or grief or conscience, they still build up a picture of a person. I’ve often found that the picture of someone is a terribly dangerous thing, especially if that picture is gentle and forgiving.”

As if to prove that very point, the Doctor was clad in shirt, jeans, and Donegal tweed, utterly non-threatening attire. His demeanour was calm, almost friendly, although there was something about his right hand - a fuzzy outline that when focused upon caused the eye to drift away, but not before picking up on the idea of something black, red, and metal.

“You might well know why I’m here. In which case, I’m curious what decision you intend to make.”

@masterfulxrhythm

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“No more, Kyrian, no more.”

Today XI had been so close to creating a vacuum inside Kyrian’s enclosure and waiting until their rivalry was at an end, finally. The morality shift forced by the psychic attack he had faced in the Dark Tower nagged at him to do it, to rid himself and his family of his most dangerous threat and face whatever wrath Caliban brought.

Yet, he had lost inhibitions, not sense.

Ensuring no sound escaped his enemy’s cage - he cared less what Kyrian had to say to him - XI watched as Kyrian’s room was flooded with viscous stasis fluid. It permeated every millimetre of the tank-like structure, a breathable liquid. A minute later a pulse was sent through the substance, causing every molecule of it to freeze in time, including the powerful creature within.

Satisfied that Kyrian was rendered incapacitated with no more need to provide company to assuage his own guilt or fear, XI bid the cage sink beneath the dunes, watching the sand pour inward until his problems were utterly buried.

And the Time Lord President found himself beginning to laugh. He shrieked like a hyena and danced on the sand, howling challenges at the twin suns beating down upon his planet.

“I. WIN!”

[ask-xi]

@scottnoblethemetacrisis

ask-xi:

“If you’ve got something to say, dear, I suggest you say it to my face.”

scottnoblethemetacrisis:

“Hmm.” Scott, sitting on a patch of thin air, crossed his arms, nodding at the suggestion as he shifted, pressing his thumb to his bottom lip. “I was just thinking you look like you could use a long soak in a hot tub; or a good lay.” He said bluntly.

XI shifted back in his seat, letting his blood cool while he regarded his friend. It had barely registered at first that Scott appeared to have obtained - or had never shown - new abilities, his levitation unfamiliar with the Lord President. It had been a while since the two had crossed paths. Even so, this did not deter him from voicing his thoughts.

“Perhaps I could,” he answered. “Are you offering yourself?”

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Corrupted

XI was close enough to the bottom of the Dark Tower not to damage himself when he plummeted from one of its windows. He did not even yell in surprise at the rush of air, his mind already reeling from the recent attack the room had made. He hit the sandy ground with a dull thud just as his companion had come bolting for the entrance, an entourage of guards following at a wary distance. They knew not to get in the way of the Lord President’s advisor. 

Eyes scrunched in pain and confusion, XI picked himself up and blinked at the sight of his partner.

“I’m fine,” he said. “Don’t fuss.”

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m!a: XI is very dark and dominant (so I may be extending it beyond 3 days :U)

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“Professor Song, just the person.” Whatever reason she had for coming to see him on Gallifrey, XI currently was not interested. He did not stop to greet her, only continued to speak with the assumption she would follow as he marched on. “You don’t have any qualms about killing slave traders, do you?” It was barely even a question.