dr who, reading from some 51st-century textbook: zoe heriot, mid-22nd century human inventor of what we now commonly call the vortex manipulation device,
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dr who, reading from some 51st-century textbook: zoe heriot, mid-22nd century human inventor of what we now commonly call the vortex manipulation device,
@mathsandheresy
"Oh, Zoe, don’t look so glum, will you?”
The Doctor abandoned his tinkering for a moment-- one finger reached out, tapping lightly against the end of Zoe’s nose.
“I was only teasing.”
@mathsandheresy: every time zoe doesn't recognize the doctor a fairy dies
@mathsandheresy stands under the eternal blue sky
He had learned long ago to sleep lightly- to listen for his brothers or one of the rival clans or even his own now that he had been outcast. To kill a member of one’s own family was offensive to the very sky.
But none of these things are what woke him now. There had been a sound unlike any he had heard before- at once wind and music and birds cry but as loud as thunder.
He stumbled to his feet, his stomach growling as he made his way toward the sound trying to uncover the source.
His breath spilled out white and hot in the cold air as he hid behind a tree. His eyes were unable to make sense of what he saw. A ger or box, lacquered or painted the color of the sky and a woman or something like one in strange garb.
She did not have a weapon he could see and he carefully tossed a stone in her path to see how she’d react before he’d emerge from his hiding space.
❝ The trouble with me, you know, is that I will insist on being stupid. ❞
@mathsandheresy
@mathsandheresy LIKED for a starter!
❛ - i don’t believe it. ❜ narvin stared at the device with barely tempered incredulity. it was a prototype, to be sure, not quite the instrument of- mayhem he was used to seeing, but there was no mistaking it. it was a vortex manipulator -- a time travel device, invented by a human. this human. ❛ do you have any idea how many of these i’ve confiscated off of- lunatic, wannabe time-travellers in my time at the CIA? how much trouble they’ve caused because irresponsible thrill-seekers have gotten ahold of them? and you- i can’t believe, of all the people- you’re the one who-- ❜
narvin grimaced, his expression the epitome of somebody who had just taken a bite out of something unexpectedly sour.
❛ who am i kidding - this is exactly the kind of imprudent concept he’d inspire in others. ❜
@mathsandheresy
“How long have you been malfunctioning like this, Zoe?”
The Doctor’s hands were careful as they picked through her internal wiring, wary that one wrong move might cause his young friend quite a bit of discomfort. (Or a close approximation of discomfort, anyway. He still had so much to learn about how she experienced the world.)