a madman with a box

independent rp blog for the eleventh doctor who

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Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

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“Ooh. River! Nice... gun. Why is it pointed at me?” He smoothed his collar and grinned, though he suspected that if she was pointing a gun at him at all, he was going to have a right unpleasant day quick enough. Nasty things, guns. The Doctor was willing to let very few people could get away with pointing one at him.

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[laerkeodinsdottir]

Oh The Weather Outside

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After visiting four realms in a row all in the dead heat of their summers it was a great relief for Laerke to find herself back on Midgard. Luck and perhaps a yearning to be near home brought her to the northern reaches of the realm, to the lands her brothers had visited so long ago. 

Her breath formed puffs illuminated by streetlights as she walked the streets of the small northern town. The street was lined with shops that were all covered in twinkling lights. As she came toward the city’s center she could hear music and the happy chattering of a crowd. It seemed she had found herself in the presence of a festival. Laerke leaned against the wall of a bakery on the fringe of the square to watch the commotion of decorating and dancing.

“It’s snowing!”

The declaration from a man wearing a bow tie caught everyone’s attention. Laerke looked up with the mortals as the snow began to fall, a smile brightening her face. The flakes were heavy and coated the ring of dancers. Each movement sent the flurries swirling. Each beat of the drums called to her until she simply could not bear to stay still.

“Dance with me!” she cheered as she took the hand of the man who seemed as excited as she was about the snow, the one wearing a bow tie. 

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The Doctor grinned and tilted his head back as the first flakes begin to fall. Precipitation-- crystallising into unique fractal configurations as they froze in the cloud layer and became heavy enough to fall-- the delightful cries of the children was what made it magical.

There were lights, strains of music, and carolers beginning to group and make rounds, and he spun with the light crunch of fresh, icy snowfall. Christmas was certainly his favourite holiday. No one was really alone for Christmas.

A grip on his hand startled him, and he took a swift, sliding step back, then cast a broadly happy smile at the young woman who looked as excited about the snow as he wanted to be. Perfect.

He tugged his hand back and adjusted his bow tie. “Ooh! Why of course you can have this dance,” he shrugged with a grin, trying to get into some kind of... bobbing rhythm, possibly to some of the drums and a nearby band that was starting to play. “I’m the Doctor,” he introduced himself, stabbing his fingers up and down in some awful dance parody.

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    okay, but DO YOU REALIZE that the doctor ( in his eleventh regeneration ) hates endings so much that he wasn’t going to give river hers? he was never planning on going to darillium with her, not seriously - he kept cancelling, remember. and he expected to die in that regeneration, there was no ‘oh i’ll just get a new cycle’ it was ‘this is the end of me forever’. if he never went to darillium in that regeneration, he was planning on dying without ever having taken her. it was one final passive-aggressive ‘screw you’ to the universe. and this hurts me very much. 

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I’m such a “Look at the moon!” person.

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A smile came to the young Victorian girls face, looking at the Doctor’s smile that still reminded her of her father. It always helped her feel calm and reassured.

“That’s good. I’m glad he’s well.” She gave a happy giggle at the Doctor. He was still out there traveling about. Typical. “You’re traveling with others now? What crazy adventures have you gotten yourself into this time? Please do be careful!”

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          “Oi! I’m always careful!” he protested, grinning broadly. “Incredible, fantastic adventures! With fun,” the Doctor insisted, spreading his hands and looking aside like he expected to be called out on anything he said. He focused back on her and adjusted his bow tie.

          “Ooh. You remember my tie. Still cool. I’ve traveled with so many people. Oh, you missed out on my dog. I loved that dog. Except his wheels kept bogging up on stuff. Like snow. Dog didn’t do so well in snow. Lots of Christmases in the TARDIS. With Romana.” The Doctor swallowed suddenly, then clapped his hands to divert attention elsewhere.

          “Ah, such a bit of running! Remember the Cybermen? Saw them a couple times... after....” He trailed off and stared at her out of the corner of his eyes, serious for a few moments while he reflected, then scrunched up his nose.

           “Well nevermind those unpleasant things! What have you been up to? Victoria! So human-y!”

[paradisemissy]

Missy looked up with a cold childlike smile. His threats and rage were registering more like a toddlers tantrum rather than the oncoming storm. Slowly she leaned forward and stared into his manic brown eyes. She then spoke to him as though he were a time tot insisting on another sweet. “No.”

She twirled around him like a dainty ballerina. “You know the difference between you and me? I know exactly where and when I am.”

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          “I don’t like to know exactly where and when I am,” he insisted pettishly, spinning to try and catch her again. “I’m on extended vacation! This is wrong. People are people wherever, whenever they are. What do you want?”

          He was frustrated and angry, and that was never a good combination. He studied his sonic again, frantically deciding that talking wasn’t going to get him anywhere with her-- ah, getting into the network was impossible without corrupting his screwdriver. Perhaps then he only needed to jam the signal, but then the spheres could be capable of anything independently-- he didn’t get enough data before he had to stop. Perhaps just their shell programming could be corrupted, like how he’d disabled that first one-- he needed a transmitter and a new screwdriver afterwards, but maybe...

          The Doctor stared at her for a few lingering seconds, then bolted. He needed to get out of here, to his TARDIS. Standing about nostalgically was rubbish at helping.

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sallysparrowtimetravels:

        “What are you talking about?

That’s a brilliant plan.

You poke it with a stick so

that it doesn’t get you.”

     "What if I poked you with a stick?   Nobody likes being poked with sticks!"

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"There's something that doesn't make sense. Let's go and poke it with a stick.”

    “I like that plan!

                              “--Oi, that’s a ridiculousplan. ‘Poke it with a stick?’ Where’d youcome up with that?”

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"Good men don't need rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many." - Cardinal- Braxiatel

          “Brax... you’re not a good man. I-- don’t know what I am, but there are good men and bad ones, and-- and ones I just don’t know about, but the things you’ve done... You’re not a good man.”

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Missy swayed as though trapped in a daze and caught up in the song. Her eyes snapped open then and cold eyes stared at him revealing a burned out soul. She smiled sweetly then and grabbed a hold of his lapels to pull him into a kiss. Once the kiss was broken she laughed as though the entire thing were amusing.

“You already have… you’ve taken everything a thousand times over. Congratulations, you’ve won. But you see… this, is my consolation prize, this planet, this time. Every time I’ve lost… A planet burns,” she tapped his nose playfully, “what are you going to do? Are you going to kill me, my dear Doctor? You’ll have to do better than to ignore me to death.”

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          The Doctor tensed up when she grabbed him, a ‘no’ being lost against her lips. He leaned back, trying to escape the main force of the kiss, then bolted away, spun, swept his hair out of his eyes, and straightened, pointing a finger in her face. “No! You are impossible! There’s a time lock. Gallifrey is gone.”

          He strode closer again, not having learned his lesson, even as explosions gusted a sudden, heated sweep of ashy hurricane past and around them. “You want my attention? You have it.” He yelled suddenly. “YOU HEAR THAT?! YOU’VE WON. You always wanted me right here, listening and looking at you, and that’s what you have.”

          His voice went low. “Everyone around me’s dead. There’s no reason to keep this up. You’ll stop it right here.” An eyelid twitched. “And turn that noise off. It’s not music. I don’t like it.”

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The little sphere cracked open then. A white crescent slit appeared shinning brilliantly like a grin before opening and revealing an internal compartment vastly bigger on the inside. It absorbed his sonic’s waves almost greedily as though analyzing back. There was a blip and a the electric equivalent of a mad giggle as the little sphere tried to make the sonic play their song or at least corrupt it enough to have it follow its beat.

“Stare into the abyss… its going to stare back,” she said with a wry smile as silver circuitry began to branch out of her bracelet and onto her skin. She held out her fists before opening them. All at once the spheres opened and a swarm of modified cybermites spilled out exploding on contact. “Make pretty colors for mummy…”

They surrounded Eleven in a cloud of sparkling light before flying up towards the sky.

“I’m feeling better already…”

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            The Doctor recoiled from the sphere so violently he floundered and rolled in the dirt for several seconds before sitting up. He smacked his palm and sonic together several times, attempting to concussively override the electronic infection. “Don’t, You. Dare.” He checked the screwdriver’s programming, then slid his gaze off it to the other person slowly.

          “Who are you?” he murmured, freezing as the swarm circled him, beautiful but deadly. As soon as they entered the sky he exploded back up to his feet and marched up to her, forcing her to look at him with sheer proximity as he stopped short just centimeters from touching her. “Who are you,” he demanded, though he was starting to fear. He felt like he’d seen this happen too many times before.

          “Because you’re impossible, and I’m not in the mood for this, not today. You hurt this world and I’m never going to stop tearing down yours. There will be no place in the universe you can hide, and I’m not going to be pleasant about it. I’m the Doctor, and you are an infection. Let this planet go...” he paused, working his jaw tightly. “And you can do whatever you wish with me. Just let them go. Please.”

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