realityshifted | (no subject)

Then you're lucky, I guess. The person you believe in is a good person. {Though, after talking to Lucy, she's beginning to wonder}

Yet you pitied me before. You said that was real. What's so bad about being like me anyways?

He is the greatest person, yes. [I'd just like to note that Lucy-muse? is totally grinning at that]

You are something dark and vile and unwanted, that is why. Your kind was purged from the universe. I do not want that! I do not want to be so hated.

...I wouldn't say greatest. {I totally think that Lucy and Diva are going to be like evil bff}

And you're so pure, good, and lovely? {Scoffs} It's also not really fair to lump me in with "my kind". The only person of my kind I know is my sister. My mother was long since dead when we were born. I've never met any others.

And why is that? [I sometimes think our muses should not be allowed to talk to one another. and then realise how empty the world would be if they didn't]

I have and they've tried to destroy us, destroy him. Anything that would take him away from me, that would force us apart ... anything that would dare try deserves to be eradicated.

Just some interesting things I've heard, that's all! {Psssh I sometimes think they should talk more. Actually, it's more like it's forming this terrible circle of yours, mine, and ~~ours~~ Farrah's muses.}

Have I done any of those things?

...I want to know. [I need to tag Gilgi more, that's for certain. and Deitrich. and just ... yeah, love your muses. but we do have an interesting little circle going, don't we?]

You have tried splitting us apart.

Oh, no, it's really none of your business, now is it? I'll talk to the Doctor about my concerns, not his pet. {They are both more than happy to accept them! Well, Dietrich isn't but that's because he's a prude, so it doesn't count.}

How? By arguing with you? Have I ever really done anything?

It is if it concerns the Doctor. What are you plotting? [Dietrich makes up for his prude by being cute. and a little bit creepy]

You threatened me. Touched me. You tried ripping me apart with that horrible song of yours.

I'm not plotting anything at all. I just heard about something that I doesn't sit well with me. It's not like I'm going to kill him. {askljdas I can't wait until he shows what a terrible person he is. He's like a time bomb.}

Touched you? {Laughs} I don't think that would tear you apart from the Doctor. Ne, but you deserved it that time! For even implying that Sam was like Josef, well, that's terrible.

You had best not. [ohgosh, I can't wait, either. mainly because I'm a horrible masochist, but also cause it'll be deliciously creepy]

You tried to subjugate me! Tried to make me yours. That is hardly nothing, nor was it deserved! And I shall call Sam Tyler what I wish, regardless of your opinion on the matter.

Or what, you'll kill me? {Masochism is for the cool kids. And just to say, all of the potential BAD END routes with Dietrich are with your characters. HMMM...}

Ne, unfortunately for you, my opinion tends to be weighted with more than just words. Especially when Sam is involved. So say what you want, by all means, but now that I know that we can meet each other at home, that means I can track you, Miss TARDIS. And since you announced that you can freely move about outside now, well, that saves me some trouble.

If I must. [I'm convinced it's because I'm a masochist and love hurting my muses]

...what do you intend on doing?

Well, you don't have to worry. The Doctor would have to do something pretty terrible for me to decide to kill him. I like him, after all. I'd be sad to kill him at all. {It's okay, I understand.}

...Oh, nothing yet. However, if you try and twist my words or our conversations to Sam, try and get Sam to leave me, or anything like that, you'll definitely regret it. Ah, but if you make him hate me, then I can promise you that within a day you'll be begging at my feet for death. Sam is my hope. If you take him away from me, then I'll absolutely crush you.

But that shouldn't be a problem, now should it? ♥

You've attacked him before. [w00t /o/]

[narrows her eyes] Even if I should do those things, you cannot harm me. I will never beg you for anything.

That wasn't my decision, though.

Oh? You think so? Then talk to Sam. Tell him how horrible I am. We'll see, Miss TARDIS. No one here knows just how scary I can be, but, ah, you might be the first is you do something stupid.

So you claim.

You tempt me. We shall see just how that fairs, then, shan't we?

And it's true.

{Dangerously} I'm warning you, you really shouldn't.

Perhaps.

I do not take orders from anyone save the Doctor. I do not fear you.

You should. If you don't fear me now, you're going to do something that you and I will both regret. Fear is important, after all.

I am a ship. I do not regret. I will have done nothing wrong; what is there to regret?

Well, let's see...When you die, you can't be with the Doctor any more, now can you?

You cannot kill me. Even if you found a way, I'd just come back. You are incorrect yet again.

{Well, TARDIS, hopefully you're getting used to being touched/teased by Diva. Because she placed a hand on your chest.} So if I just...pushed my hand a little bit, grabbed your spine and ripped it out, you wouldn't mind. Or maybe if I took the thing most precious of all...?

{Traces her fingers over her chest to rest over her heart}

[oh, silly Diva, of course she isn't, which is why she freezes up at the touch] Remove your hand, vampire. This body is small, but it is connected to my true self. You would have to force your way through material strong enough to contain a black hole in order to reach my Heart. And even if you reached it, you would burn, be consumed by it. You cannot have my Heart; you cannot take it!

You know, though, I've always wondered about my own strength. If I can pick up a cruise ship's anchor without any problem, then I wonder just how strong I am, you know? {She clenches her hand, digging her fingers into the TARDIS's chest with just a small pressure, enough to feel}

Burning doesn't sound too nice, but is that just a lie, I wonder?