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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva is sitting in a chair, legs crossed and martini in hand, and obviously in the middle of a conversation. Though, depending on who you are, that conversation may be of little importance in comparison to what she's wearing. Diva is wearing a long black robe, thigh highs, and matching underwear. At least the robe's top is conveniently placed to cover her chest, but otherwise, that's it. You can guess what Diva was doing before.}

---to kill me. So he should die. It's what I've...{But she trails off as she realizes where she is, taking a sip of her martini instead}

...Ah~ Ne, that's really bad timing. And today was already a strange day.

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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[grins and shrugs] I hardly care what you think.

[madamemoiselle]

What does the Doctor think about that?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

He has no issue with it. He enjoys seeing the faces of those who once travelled with him.

[madamemoiselle]

It's strange. Don't you have anything to call your own?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

These forms are my own, though the faces are those of another. Being able to do this is an extension of who and what I am. But I certainly have more than this -- my entire being is my own, though I give it freely to the Doctor.

[madamemoiselle]

If they're someone else's faces, then they aren't yours. That's like me taking the Doctor's voice again and saying that because I'm using it, it's mine.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head] I said the form is mine, not the face. I am not flesh, not as they were. The ability to do this is my own, just as your ability to take the Doctor's voice is yours.

[madamemoiselle]

But it's someone's face. You can't call it yours if it isn't you.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[just ... sighs] The face is not mine. I have no face. Not in any sense of the term you'd be familiar with. But I have chosen these because they were my friends, and the Doctor's, and I favoured them.

[madamemoiselle]

Then you have no appearance at all. Why not make one up?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

This Grey Lady is not a face nor person I have ever known. She is what I would be, were I a Time Lady.

[madamemoiselle]

Then why not use that one?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[blinks] I do, but I see no reason not to use any other face, either. I am quite fond of my dear Brigadier and Turlough Vislor. Why should I stop?

[madamemoiselle]

It doesn't bother you? Not to use a face that you can call your own, I mean. I only change my appearance when I have to.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

No, not terribly. Should it?

[madamemoiselle]

I would think so. If you're going to pretend to be a person, you might as well pick one and only use the others in necessity.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[glaaaaaaaare] I am not pretending at being anything other than what I am. These forms simply make communication and movement easier. I do not claim to be the owners of said faces.

[madamemoiselle]

Still. It's like being a wolf in sheep's clothing, or rather, in this case sheep in wolf's clothing would be better.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[snaps] I aim not to deceive, so your analogy fails.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh? You may not aim to, but it certainly does~

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

It is not my fault you're too stupid to comprehend the truth of the matter.

[madamemoiselle]

And it's not my fault that you're too stupid to not understand something like identity, so I guess we're even.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[it takes everything she has not to slap you] I understand identity. At least I don't supplement and sustain mine with the blood and lives of others.

[madamemoiselle]

{:D~} That's hardly my fault~

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Which brings us back to the point that you are what you are and nothing more: a mindless, stupid vampire who cannot be anything more than a killer, and therefore shall remain unloved.