[ 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!
Well, no, not at all, I’m just curious! If I’m going to be stranded here for a while, might as well learn the differences between this universe’s Earth and the one I come from.
[ jeez professor, no need to get so annoyed. he’s a simple alien! ]
Is this a common thing your people do? Swear fealty to old clans from the early days of Europe?
[Sighing, Waver looked to be weighing his options; not like the weird space alien was going to go around parroting his secrets to anyone that mattered.]
I had a friend some time ago who imparted the concept on me. It's a long and complex story.
...Seen weirder, honestly. Parallel worlds is Zelretch's department, that's a matter of what amounts to scientific fact. Extraterrestrial life's known to exist as well.
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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.
1/2
[ oh. ]
Right.
2/2
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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[ jeez professor, no need to get so annoyed. he’s a simple alien! ]
Is this a common thing your people do? Swear fealty to old clans from the early days of Europe?
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[Sighing, Waver looked to be weighing his options; not like the weird space alien was going to go around parroting his secrets to anyone that mattered.]
I had a friend some time ago who imparted the concept on me. It's a long and complex story.
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[ start yapping. ]
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[ is there a smug smile on his face? no…
(yes) ]
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[is he joking? probably. but he's also turning around to leave with a million questions utterly unanswered]
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[ he stares at waver, mouth agape in mild shock. ]
You’re just leaving!?
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[ look at The Doctor trying to be casual. he doesn't care that he's being left alone, no siree. ]
I mean... alien spaceship and all. You've never seen something like this before, have you?
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[ort is nappin]
So?
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