[That earned him another eyeroll. Mind your business, beanpole.]
You're born one. It's just as you said--human, but a little extra. The ability to utilize magecraft manifests as what amounts to a second nervous system.
A secondary nervous system which would allow a human to interact with the world in a completely different sense. It would go far beyond telepathy and more like a completely new set of sensations. An entirely new subspecies…
[ he stops in his tracks, placing his hands on Waver’s shoulders with a barely held back happiness. ]
You’re all so amazing. [ and he pulls back, continuing his walk. ] That’s the incredible thing about humans! You always continue to evolve somehow, against all odds! I couldn’t be more proud of you guys.
[ he pushes the door open just enough for him to fit in and he slips inside.
he doesn’t close it. an open invitation for the professor to lean into his curiosity and see if this mad man calling himself an alien is actually telling the truth. ]
[He'd done a lot of stupid things, and this was hardly top five. It didn't really register on the list at all. But it was still pretty stupid. Still...he adjusted his sunglasses, stepped in, and...]
[...was mildly impressed. At most.]
Hm. Spatial distortion, perhaps with a level of perception alteration to leave the outside unremarkable--well, except for the fact that it's wildly anachronistic.
[ better to move on. with a bounce, the doctor jogs around the console, taking a quick look at all the numbers that the TARDIS is giving him.
none of them are good, but… ]
Well, I think I’ve bugged you for long enough. I have to find some other source of power, and then probably rebuild part of the TARDIS to accept said source before I can leave. I’m sure those folks at the Clock Tower are probably losing their minds over our disappearance, no?
[ he beams at waver, trying his best to seem like an alien that absolutely has this all under control.
he does not, but that’s neither here nor there. ]
You said you didn’t do anything, but you really did save my life! The last thing I wanted to do was end up in a jar of formaldehyde.
Say it with pride! Or are you ashamed of it? I mean, sure, you don’t really look like someone who would be on a horse in a war, but looks can be deceiving!
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[There was, in fact, quite a lot worth telling.]
Stumbled my way into a teaching position, and here we all are.
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[ that’s fine. The Doctor did say that he liked a challenge. ]
How does one become a mage, then? Or are you born one?
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You're born one. It's just as you said--human, but a little extra. The ability to utilize magecraft manifests as what amounts to a second nervous system.
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A secondary nervous system which would allow a human to interact with the world in a completely different sense. It would go far beyond telepathy and more like a completely new set of sensations. An entirely new subspecies…
[ he stops in his tracks, placing his hands on Waver’s shoulders with a barely held back happiness. ]
You’re all so amazing. [ and he pulls back, continuing his walk. ] That’s the incredible thing about humans! You always continue to evolve somehow, against all odds! I couldn’t be more proud of you guys.
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[huffing his way on after the doctor a step or two behind]
You don't have to patronize us about it, Doctor Oh So Clever Space Alien.
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[ hehe. ]
I would never say you’re an iguana! You’re human, species name homo sapiens. I would say that you mages would count a subspecies of that.
[ isn’t that logical? ten thinks so at least.
but all their walking has finally paid its efforts as he turns around a corner into a dark alley. and in there standing proudly is a…
blue police box. ]
Still here! Oh, good to see you, girl! I missed you!
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. . .
[this can not be happening.]
That's a phone box. You realize that, right? An artifact of one, at that.
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[ he fishes in his pockets… key, key, where’s the key— there it is! ]
Well, supposed to, but there’s the whole thing with the Chameleon Circuit, I’ve never gotten the chance to repair it…
[ he places the key in the lock, turns it to unlock it, and then turns towards waver, an impish smile on his face. ]
Do you want to see inside?
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[The summary of his life.]
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[ he pushes the door open just enough for him to fit in and he slips inside.
he doesn’t close it. an open invitation for the professor to lean into his curiosity and see if this mad man calling himself an alien is actually telling the truth. ]
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[...was mildly impressed. At most.]
Hm. Spatial distortion, perhaps with a level of perception alteration to leave the outside unremarkable--well, except for the fact that it's wildly anachronistic.
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[ leaning agains the railing, The Doctor happily exclaims as he runs around to the console. ]
Unfortunately, she’s not very good at handling parallel universes. Different energy and all that. So for now… I guess I’m moored for now.
[ his expression turns slightly, a bittersweet smile on his face as he looks up at the console. ]
It’s not your problem, though. You’ve already done a lot for me, Professor.
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Guess I've lost that bet, then. Space alien, huh?
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The Doctor, Time Lord, at your service.
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[Honestly? He'd seen stranger things.]
El-Melloi II. Lord of the Department of Modern Magecraft. Pleasure.
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[what a good question]
My predecessor met with an unfortunate fate a bit less than ten years ago.
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[ oh. ]
Right.
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none of them are good, but… ]
Well, I think I’ve bugged you for long enough. I have to find some other source of power, and then probably rebuild part of the TARDIS to accept said source before I can leave. I’m sure those folks at the Clock Tower are probably losing their minds over our disappearance, no?
[ he beams at waver, trying his best to seem like an alien that absolutely has this all under control.
he does not, but that’s neither here nor there. ]
You said you didn’t do anything, but you really did save my life! The last thing I wanted to do was end up in a jar of formaldehyde.
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[A shrug.]
Whatever. It's just what a knight is meant to do, preventing wanton science experiments and all that.
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[ he raises an eyebrow. ]
Of what?
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[ minding his business? never heard of her]
Say it with pride! Or are you ashamed of it? I mean, sure, you don’t really look like someone who would be on a horse in a war, but looks can be deceiving!
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[Huffing out what was probably a derisive noise, Waver tapped his fingers on the handle of his cane in irritation.]
I follow the chivalric code laid out by the Knights of Fianna. If someone's undeservedly in danger, I can't very well stand about and let it unfold.
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[ he scratches his chin, scrutinizing the man before him. ]
What’s a man of the modern era doing, following the code of a group of people from the early days of Ireland?
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