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war·ri·or n. 1. One who is engaged in or experienced in battle

[warxdoctor]

"...Must you be so loud?"

[timey-wimey-x]

[wintermae]

Of course she’s watching him with wary eyes. Just because he looks older doesn’t mean that he couldn’t hurt her. Though…she trusted him. He seemed familiar though she was sure she hadn’t seen him before.

“‘S nice to meet you…Warrior.” The name didn’t put any ease on her. “‘M a bit injured. But I’ll be fine. Just a flesh wound.” 

[warxdoctor]

The wariness on her face was obvious, and it nearly made him smile. Instead he sighed, smiling slightly. She was smart to be wary, even if he wouldn't hurt her.

"Are you sure? I'm sure I've got bandages on my ship if you need…" And he said too much. Figures. Never did learn to keep his mouth shut.

[themasterofwhat-archive-blog]

"Ah, Doctor. How lovely to see you again," the Master replied, a small smirk making its way onto his face. "So young, you are… I remember this regeneration vaguely. Oh, it’s been ages since I fell into yet another event horizon. You really do like your event horizons, Doctor. Do you want to know what it’s like, inside one? How it feels?” The Master could never resist taunting him, try as he might.

[warxdoctor]

"I suppose fair play is only right." He couldn't tell if the Master was kidding or not, but he supposed it didn't matter either way. Acceptance was bound to ruin his fun, no one liked a willing captive after all. "How many regenerations are you at now, anyway?" More curiosity than a dig.

[morallymikaelson-a-deactivated2]

Elijah isn’t too sure what makes him turn around. Perhaps there is still some human part of him that has some sort of concern for the old man who looks as if he is going to die if he’s not careful. “It’s 2013 and you’re in New Orleans…” Now he’s actually a bit concerned that he’s escaped from some sort of elderly home. “Do you need some help?” He has some conscious and he cannot leave the man out here to..well, who knows.

[warxdoctor]

Well, that decidedly was not Cep Cassalon. And the year was wrong too. Why did he always end up on Earth when trying to land on other planets? But now that he's taking a closer look at Elijah, he recognises that gaze. That was the look his companions have him when they worried. Oh dear, can't have that. "Actually, if you could point me in the direction of a hotel, that would be lovely." They are still called hotels, right? He should have asked his other selves...oh well.

[themasterofwhat-archive-blog]

[That’s his ‘come at me, bro’ face. He’s thinking ‘come at me, bro’.]

[‘Cause he gon’ get it, and ain’t nobody stopping him.]

[warxdoctor]

[He's never going to stop judging you, Master.]

"--Do you do that often, then?"

[fakedpersona]

warxdoctor has come to play a g a m e ~

[She’s doing anything to keep her from deciding that yes, the newest recruit really was better dead. This had formed it’s way as her sitting, outside, people watching. And sketching in order to keep her hands busy.]

Hello there.

[warxdoctor]

[He wasn't lost, this time. Well, not exactly. He just typed a one instead of a zero. Oh well, close enough. He'd parked down the street and had immediately run into a lovely woman. Hopefully this one wouldn't take him to a retirement home.]

"Hello, lovely day, isn't it?".

[fatguyinahawaiianshirt]

Deviantart user MichaelthePure shows us what The Doctor would look like if they were drawn by Tim Burton!

[asteritm]

"So I was just thinking—"

"How awful life would be without whipped cream. I mean, I know that’s not a super deep thought or whatever but imagine. No whipped cream. That sounds worse than hell.”

[warxdoctor]

"-- What is whipped cream?"

[neverdonesavingyou]

Open

[neverdonesavingyou]

"Oi Grandpa, it most certainly is!”

[warxdoctor]

"Again with the Grandpa. I'm younger than you! And I assure you, it is certainly not cool."

[warxdoctor]

"Sherlock Holmes!" That's the 'warrior' being really super excited about running into Sherlock. It's not hard to see how he regenerated into eleven. And now he's rushing forward to shake Sherlock's hand.

[warxdoctor]

One day he would pay more attention to the coordinates he was trying to type. Today was clearly not that day, as this wasn't anywhere he recognised. So, he needed help. Tapping very lightly on the shoulder of the first girl he passed wow, she's striking and managing a smile, he spoke.

"Forgive me, Miss. I seem to have taken a wrong turn. Could you tell me where I am?"

[warxdoctor]

"Oh! You, in the oversized coat!" Yeah, sorry Castiel, the Doctor's just going to run--er, walk quickly towards you. "You're not human," he added, though quietly. Pot meet kettle.

[warxdoctor]

[[hello friends I have queued 10 posts (only 12 things in my drafts and half are pictures that I have yet to give a tagging system) but I am gone]]

[warxdoctor]

-- --"Go away. This is for me to do." There was no pride to his words, only weariness. He was tired, and he didn't turn to face Clara, eyes focused on the button before him.

[warxdoctor]

"--Who are you?" Yeah, that's a good conversation starter. At least he wasn't lost. And not being lost ruined his conversation starters. So, might as well try that.

[impossiblesassarchive]

    ❝That right?❞

          [  A quiet hum passes her lips and her eyebrows quirk upwards as disbelief makes itself known in her features ]

      ❝—-You make a habit of gettin’ lost, old-boy.❞

[warxdoctor]

[A huff left his lips, and he managed not to smile.]

"I am not lost! I simply typed in the wrong coordinates."