@tiimecrash continue from here (Legacy Post during that time)
Sola looked to her partner with a thoughtful expression, soaking up all she could muster from him. He had a lot of extra emotional baggage to him ( as he always had ) and she could only partly sympathize with Koschei in that way. She was not driven to extremes like he was, nor did she openly enjoy harming people. She was quite his opposite in that regard. Even opposite to Theta in a way. She was more gracious, kind, and a tiny bit submissive. However, she could hold her own. She had been for many many years during her travels without both the Master and the Doctor about. She was her own being and could move about freely. Yet something about her didn’t like being parted with Koschei ( in any regenerations ). Something always called her to him, like a ticking clock. A reminder that he was there in her own timestream. At first, she didn’t realize it and it took her a long while to put everything in place with the old war relic’s plan all along. She prided herself on being his chosen assistant. That the old man picked her out of all the beings known to the universe that she alone would help him. How? That part she wasn’t so sure of. All in due time, would she extract Koschei’s plans ( knowing it would take a very long time ). For know, best to play the fool.
Featherine Augustus was a different subject. She only was scratching the surface of that being within her beloved Koschei and Theta ( and to a lesser extent, another very dear companion ). That witch as everyone called her. Sola on the other hand thought of her as stranger. A stranger watching and lurking around her without actually influencing her directly. A bystander in a sense to the Professor’s timestream. Yes, Koschei had done what he had promised to the Time Lady all along: keep her safe. The old war relic had done so for a long long time while they were stuck as a married human couple. Even before that, he protected her in his own way. She knew of his travels as her beloved Maxil as well. a secret she would keep him from knowing. Yet, was the witch aware of that as well? Was this Featherine observing her through her connections to Theta and Koschei? She could sense something was off and knew it was that witch.
“I do know that one of your strongest traits is patience, Koschei. You boast about it and I’ve seen it plenty of times. I on the other hand — I’m not so patient. I wait and wait, but just get irritated with uncertainty. Suppose I’m more the worrier.” a soft frown grew on her lips. She was more human than she realized and something about losing her identity as a Time Lord scared her. She never wanted to forget her race, her culture, herself to the humans she had been living amongst for so long. She knew he would hate for her to be oblivious to her true self. Solasudordax of Gallifrey. She thought he’d find her not useful anymore if she wasn’t her true self. The one her ( as Maxil ) knew. Ah, the subject of Maxil was such a secretive thing. Was this blonde regeneration aware of him? She didn’t think he was and did not really speak about him.
Sola took a breath and tilted her head, thinking long and hard over everything. It seemed like there were a million thoughts ( and mixed memories ) being jarred around inside her head. “Oh? I am?” Another long pause as he explained himself. A small smile was exposed, now glancing to the ground before back up to him. Her confidence seemed to have came back once again. Headstrong but cautious is what Sola was. Outgoing – but quiet. An enigma wrapped up in an awkward body. “You’ve proved enough to me from the beginning, you know. I think I am the one that needs to prove how helpful and needed I am to you. I don’t want to bore any of you. I know some of you think I’m rather — what’s the word — odd.” She was determined to prove to Koschei ( in all forms ) that she was an anchor to him. That he needed her. Sola knew from the old war relic’s meddling with her personal timeline that she was needed ( at-least by him ) and this variant – was wanting to prove to her that she was. It was a match.
“The old man has patients – but it runs very thin with himself.” she half joked. It was true, the ( War ) Master didn’t care much for any of his other variants. Sola had heard him complain once or twice about them. Shaking her head, she snickered softly. “Then you run the business. Sell the wine. Make the money and let the old man have his agriculture and happy retirement. Let me tend to the gardens and to everything else. The old man can keep our illusion of our peaceful, calm, and protected space. All while you make it even better.” Yes, she was feeding his ego. She knew Koschei ( in any forms she met ) liked that. Though, the old man would probably be upset with her over enjoying his younger blonde variant being here. It was a needed change of pace and for some reason, Sola figured the Master knew it from the begining. She assumed he was always three steps ahead of her in thinking. Yet, the old man was so — cold and asserted over his blonde self. She didn’t understand why. Maybe that was because she was still in her original form? She never experience regenerating before. She came close once or twice, but change was something that confused ( and scared her ).
That incarnation, in front of Sola, always had that terrible flaw to ended up thoughtful in one way or another. He had been the one most likely pulling her behind, partially bring her within his emotional struggles back in the Valiant --- when he was playing another game each day inside that chessboard, when he was an unwanted player of something he didn't have neither the knoweldge neither the control, associated to that dreadful bad sentiment in middle of an paradox he did started to begin with. When he had been unable, with the remnant of an future humanity within his hands, totally dehumanized and totally within his control, to facing otherwise dehumanized beings who admired every one of his moves with mockery ! Back into an time when he had made another kind of arrangement, inside another period when he eventually sold his own survival towards an particular price --- Long before losing every degree of his sanity for the monster who had becoming Theta. Long before finding himself disillusioned in front of that tenth incarnation of his old friend who wasn't the Time Lord he had been. Long before he faced himself the witches realm with dear Lady Bernkastel, an detestable presence which continually made fun of his place as amateur in this horrible world. Long before been trapped within an closed room --- when he might lose it an second time when Theta would have to explain to Sola that one period when his incarnation had been inexplicably away for a long time, considering he had been beautifully trapped within an room, when he had desperately trying to get out with this damn chain that had haunted him for hours ! --- when on that one, he didn't even controlled the moment he had managed to get out, for be all part of the experience, for be all part of the importance of logic, for be all part of how nice that punishement was ! Even meanwhile he was slowly embracing his new alias, he noticed at once when such features born upon his wife face. If with the old relic she had been an prized assistant in which the Doctor on that time had desired protecting her though his comfort --- maybe the poor incarnation of the Doctor could blaming himself on that part, since they will cross path but not in an kind and friendly way since the Time War had been an veil of opportunities until he had that survival instinct to run for survive ! --- she had been an partner with his incarnation. He migth let her on the dark over some particular issues related to Theta mostly or even how he got little chat with Philip Butler for his biggest misfortune or even how he had been trying to hope something with that tenth Doctor's incarnation --- she had been the person besides Theta to welcoming his emotions and his aspirations, and let him be influenced. He would love priding Theta about how much he had been an influence in middle of the Academy so much he had been troublesome --- and learned fast--- nevertheless he was the one, tragically, would have to influence an witch !
Featherine Augustus Aurora was another topic in which Sola would have to embracing reality. He won't have beliving it if someone would have bring the memo than someday generous Time Lord called the Doctor would simply stole the title of an best friend he left die within consciousness and be an wonderful monster deciding what he wanted with the timelines. Interfering in a much more threatened way than even his lack of interferences had immediate consequences ! Considering his own species had people who had learn nothing of Time ! Featherine desired the same protection he had been offering to Sola --- hence she was manipulating him to get what she wanted, for be truthfully honest over how it happened, since he let that eight incarnation doing that move, he let moments of that tenth incarnation HAPPENING, even let him temporary win for better taking over everything in an higher scale --- nevertheless remained in the shadows and claimed her differently. Right now, how she claimed her differing of the pleasant prison inside his timeline was pretty much relative. Sola was allowed to be free, to exploring all timeline she wanted, to pass all her time as she desired. He was controlled, he could be pulled inside an metaphoric prison any time when no one would heard him, he was observed unless when he found manners to escape it, and as much he could considering himself free of moves thanks to his TARDIS given by his best enemy, he stayed tracked. If he was showing off too much he was the Master, he was in trouble. If he was waiting alone for an miracle for have the Doctor back, nothing at all will happened for that wish. Annoying Theta had turned something important to his being, regardless how Theta returned the feelings, at least, that blonde fifth incarnation, by trapping him somewhere. He could do something on the tenth, but for that, he would need to be SAW. As the presence who remained at his side, as the remnant of an past --- forced to be the one doing what the tenth begged …
Inside that bubble timeline, Featherine was the person he wanted to think the less. Removing fully Theta on his head --- something he never managed to do in centuries of existence, countless incarnations in which of course he had to bring his presence to Theta --- was an difficult exercice, as in some manner, he was give up something to become stronger later. Inside another possibility, he could get Theta --- as the Doctor --- and Sola together. Current reality pushed him to pick Sola as his good happy ending, and concerning Theta, their galactic fight would take on another meaning, another level, and another degree of disagreement. He coudn't blaming his old friend concerning an old promise though --- he got to walking around the stars with an witch, even though his position in the universe had been pretty much stolen. Some possibilities didn't wanted to be thought about. The Doctor crossed path with old friends of the Deca before, and since his life was threatened by influence on the Time War, he wondered what kind of things he could do to his other friends. Using the Rani within her experiments by becoming another experiment, when pleasant MIB would touching delicate points in same manner than him ? Offering to the Monk an proposition he couldn't refuse ? Becoming an somber presence behind the War Chief, for influencing him in another manner ? It was on his fault to never pondered too much about positions of his old friends since Theta becoming pretty much his single obsessionby fucking up his life ! He wouldn't never imagined Theta would pretty much USING his friends as temporal experiences as they were toys !
Compliment was really appreciated. ❝ Patience had been something I have to learn quite early. ❞ Built entire medding around the Doctor, since the beginning, since their first reunion, had been something taking time, and he rarely enjoyed the Doctor's presence as much as he wanted. Body he had during that blonde fifth face had been the worst concerning his patience. Every time, he had to escaping an prison. Every time, he had been fooled around. Every time, he had to found an way out of the place he had been brought, minus than one time when Featherine did nothing to removing him of that fire when all time before he always had been an helpful presence. He expressed Featherine because it had been Featherine --- aware of the gesture. Letting the script of the timeline happening. Letting his inexistence within that timeline. ❝ It wasn't like I had a choice by moments. Without patience, nothing would have change. I could have been frustrated I wanted, nothing will change of circumstances I was trapped in. ❞ Quality he had been forced to expanding beyond anything else. If he wanted found back the Doctor one day, he better have to be patient. If he wanted his miracle happening, he better have to be patient. If he wanted showed his worth to Philip Butler, he better have to be patient. ❝ Mh. You have been spared a lot by the travels you had been doing. When everything is gentle with you, you are used to that kind of peaceful run of circumstances. ❞ He noticed slowly playfully. She had been human for too long she probably thought herself human. It was something he understood, regardless if he was too much Time Lord for get it all --- since he didn't care about them, compared to Theta and Sola --- though was respecteful over how she needed landmarks. Theta was beyond an Time Lord now since an witch, and him represented the meaning of an Time Lord.
He nodded as she asked an confirmation. She had been influencing his path more he could tell. She had been the meaning of an happiness he never thought he would get one day or never imagined he was able to care so much over someone regardless how horrible he was. ❝ It would be tragic if the Master would have to prove something to the world. ❞ He commented slowly. For little seconds, he preferred pushed behind he had to prove himself in front of an witch. For little seconds, he preferred pushed behind how he had to show to timelines altogether, to universes, to everyone, the Master was an title meaning something when hold by him. ❝ You met me when I had enough showing my abilities, and these abilities were needed. ❞ He recalled slowly, though following laugh welcomed the rest of her sentences. ❝ You're not boring~ I have yet to prove myself as how, as Baxter Lloyd, simple man in holidays, I can be amazing~ I know with me at your side, showing off is quite difficult since it's my thing, but for sure, you showed how competent you are and will surely inscreasing that as time move on. ❞ He reassured. There was another laugh. ❝ Odd isn't the word I would use. Human, as an reproach. Human, as an compliment. ❞ He nuanced slowly. ❝ An notion you know my mind quite don't know. ❞ He despised his former incarnation for quite that notion to had touched human layers, regardless if in exchange, he became that charming and emotional Time Lord he had becoming. Extremist in every way but clearly sentimental, where he could still laugh at the irony that he was the more humanized compared to Featherine ! Within his expression, he understood her need to prove herself. He understood her need to showing how much he neded her. He needed her. It was an statement. He needed her, so she could do whatever she wanted, he will support her.
Another laugh followed. ❝ A family reunion with myself would end in massacre. I'm very lucky that this old crouton has put up with me for a long time now. ❞ He joked back. Insults naturally showing up when it was about other incarnations concerning himself, hence he had no doubts the old man cannot resist one or two during his absence. He couldn't handle himself. It was just the way it was. Maybe that rule could be broke for the poor boy he had been at the Academy, unaware about how eventful and difficult the rest of his life will be but well --- even to that version of himself, he wanted proving a miracle could be made, past moments could be relived. As nothing happened between him and Theta, as nothing happened when an murder happened, as nothing happened when Theta left him behind afterwards be reason of murders of two of their friends already with the Celestial Toymaker, as nothing will broke their closeness … Hence, his expression reached another dimension of interest in front of Sola sentences. How an amazing flattered smile born within his expression. ❝ You're right. ❞ He expressed with an smirk as it could making it an pure reality. ❝ Without me, the business isn't going to get far, so I have just to embrace everything as much I wanted to do since the beginning. Be the one ruling and let the old man enjoying the tranquility. ❞ It was also part of his plans. The old man needed to remain protected and ignorant of his problems with Featherine for get things done. ❝ Though I will enjoy the tranquility too, on my own manner, with more dynamism. I have handled other matters heavier than that so everyone will worship us~ Do you know how much I love you~ ? ❞ He smirked as watching her.
