02; He's a real nowhere man [sitting in his nowhere land]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[And since he has very little else to do besides sulk, have a wet, suit-jacket-less Doctor, coming fresh off of the S4 finale.

He looks rather unhappy. Have fun!]




OOC: Will more likely than not contain spoilers to s4 of Doctor Who.

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[takes a few more blows but deals a few of his own. His emotions are clearly keeping him from performing at his best, he eventually trips over his own feet and falls backwards, his rapier skittering away]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[with flourish, turns his blade and points it at the Doctor's neck]

That was a bit of a pathetic end to it. I always thought better of you.

[presses the point in slightly, but not even hard enough to break skin]

Well, go on. Surrender.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[looks up at him, defeated really by more than just the swordfight]

Go on, then.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

'Go on,' what?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[reaches up, grabs the blade firmly]

Master.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No.

[yanks the sword away and tosses it to the side]

You're more pathetic than even I imagined. Stand up, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[hisses in pain as his hands are cut but stays on the ground]

No? You can't can you? Can't even kill me.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And does that make me less, Doctor? I choose not to kill you. You choose not to live. Does that make me the weaker one?

Stand up, I said. It's hardly worth it threatening your life, but you're not the only one here I could kill. But that's just like you, isn't it? You never think of posterity. The world doesn't end with your death. When you die, it will keep turning, and this time you won't be there to make a difference.

Not that I'd put any credence to you saving the world with the sad state you're in.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

If the universe is going to continue moving, why don't you do it, then?

[pathetically]

Master. Please.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It doesn't have the same piquancy when you're begging for it.

[kneels beside him, still looking down on him]

Listen to me, Doctor. You are only what you make yourself in this universe. I didn't write the rules - working on that one! - but that's how it is. Right now, you are not the Doctor. You are just a pathetic husk of a man lying in stardust that isn't even real.

You may choose whether or not to be the Doctor again. As for the man you are now? Killing him isn't worth it. He will waste away without any help from me.

[stands up and dusts his hands off]

So! I've passed my judgement. As the only person with any authority to do so, I've decided your punishment for the grevious crime of being a moron is to continue living. Stupidly, I imagine. Preferrably a bit more lively, if you would. God, I can hardly tell you have a pulse like this. If you're still with us, make a cheap joke about Axos.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[and that beautiful, eloquent speech is gifted with the world's most mature response]

I hate you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, Doctor, I love you too! When's the wedding?

Except, that wasn't a joke about Axos. Which means you're dead. I'm sorry Doctor, I don't marry corpses.

Are you going to stand up now, or do you prefer to sulk on the floor like you did as a little boy? ...And in your Third regeneration. And your Fourth. Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, Eighth... right then, never mind, you're just keeping up consistent behaviour. I shouldn't be surprised that 'sulking' is one of the traits that carried through your regenerations.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Not unlike yourself and sadism, then?

[struggles to his feet, then puts a hand to the cuts on his chest---oh, right, hands are cut too]

So, what now?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I can't help that I like what I do. There are many who would envy me such vocational fulfillment.

[pulls out a handkerchief and tosses it to the Doctor]

Get cleaned up. It's nice to see your hair not flying all over the place, but you really shouldn't bleed here. There are vampires about, and on top of that, there's this one kid with severe OCD and you're making trouble for him. Now I'm all over tormenting young children with obsessive compulsions, but last I checked, you at least tried to pretend to be 'good.'

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[catches the handkerchief and looks down at it like he's not entirely certain what to do with it]

You couldn't have at least tried to live in my universe, could you. Had to win and die.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I believe I told you to stop sulking, Doctor.

Do I have to hold your hand through using that handkerchief? You lift it up and dab it where there is blood to wipe it away. If the wound is very bad, you press it down to stop the bleeding.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[sudden, vicious smirk]

I could almost think you care.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Doctor, I hate you more than anyone else in the universe. Obviously I care.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Obviously.

[does as he instructs and presses the handkerchief on the bad cut in his palm]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[beams at him]

Wouldn't have died for you if I didn't!

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You always did have to win. Funny, I didn't think you'd actually do it.

[sighs]

I'm going to need to bandage this up.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And that's why I had to.

[rolls his eyes]

I'd dress up in a nurse's uniform and tend to your wounds, but, surprisingly, that seems to be the one kink you don't indulge in, because I've never spotted an outfit in your wardrobe. The school girl uniform thing, though, that still makes me wonder.

Go get the bandages you need, idiot. And hell, ask the Miss Noble present here to help you. No need to whine about losing one when at least you have the other.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, that would make sense. I replaced you, didn't I? Had the one but he beat me, now I have you.

[this is ridiculous]

Right. [hesitates] Bye.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're wrong there. Nobody has me. But you are gifted with my presence. Lucky you!

[walks away to pick up the swords, examining them for a moment, then glances back at the Doctor]

Don't be so annoyingly boring next time I see you, Doctor. I'm not going to even bother asking you to be less whiny.

[and with a cheery little wave, disappears from the Plane]