#timelordcaliban

[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.

[differentfacesameman]

// I have decided that this song totally suits Caliban

I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface I don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) I've become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you Can't you see that you're smothering me? Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control â€~Cause everything that you thought I would be Has fallen apart right in front of you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste is more than I can take I've become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you And I know I may end up failing too But I know you were just like me With someone disappointed in you I've become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you I've become so numb I can't feel you there I'm tired of being what you want me to be I've become so numb I can't feel you there I'm tired of being what you want me to be

[sonoftwotimelords]

// soooooo right now Caliban and Kyrian are making me think of this song

[lost-echo-clara]

(Caliban) "Clara, I'm sorry but you must hurry. Say goodbye to Jareth. We have to leave. Now."

Clara looked up in surprise, cradling the child in her arms. “Master, where are we going? What’s happened?”

[lost-echo-clara]

(timelordcaliban) "Clara, come sit with me a while."

“Yes, Master.” 

[wolfofthevoid-archive]

timelordcaliban

The carnival music played a cheerful counterpoint to her own darker emotions.    So much seemed to threaten her friends, and the home that she had found.   Wolf hated feeling helpless, yet she remained bound by the promises she had made.    Promises not to go after their enemies, to do nothing more than protect, be a guardian wolf in the TARDIS.  

The rides, games of strength, and the games of chance here gave her the opportunity to channel some of that energy away.    She immersed herself, letting it balance out her emotions bringing some of the joy and simple fun bubbling back to the surface.

To be in her shell, to feel, meant emotions both good and bad.   The bad ones could rip her apart, rip planets and people apart.  So she did what she could to keep them channeled, and at bay.