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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[seated in an ornate armchair, speaking in fluent, articulate, and rather pleasant-to-the-ears Gallifreyan]

It's actually a bit disgusting, hearing you lot speak Gallifreyan so primitively. Like chanting off - no, that metaphor's incomprehensible without a background in high mathematics. Fine. Like writing Calculus and finding everyone else doing basic algebra.

[then he changes to Russian - less articulate, of course, but he's comfortable with the language]

This one, though, this one's a bit ironic. Look at me, the Master, the deathless, blathering on in Russian. Haven't been in ages, should probably go back and put a few more legends into the locals.

[sips from his wine, and slips back into Gallifreyan]

At least the people of the city still understand me.

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Gallifreyan

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[laughs] Never let the Doctor do this. He's not usually very talented at it. A bit, but not much.

German

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Grin] I'll keep that in mind. [Pause.] Oops.

Gallifreyan

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

There are countries where puns are a criminal offense, did you know that?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[She is amused.] What else does it do? This... psio-thing? Psionics.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, you know. Telepathic communication across space-time, mental shields of your own, barging into other people's memories and taking what you like - you could awaken old hidden, memories. There are therapuetic uses, for dealing with trauma and that sort of thing, too.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Gets most of that, anyway.] Suppose there's a reason spells like this are illegal where I'm from.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Are they really?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

They are. Doesn't stop Kora from getting child-killers to turn themselves in, though.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Kora?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

I know I've mentioned her before. She's the one who came to Tortall with me'n Rosto. Never without each other, we are.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Mage?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

That's the one.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Bit of a vigalante, then?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Gives him a 'really now' expression.] She serves the Court of the Rogue, lad. What else would she be?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not all Rogues turn in other criminals, in the experience of my travels.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

That's part of a Rogue's duty--to protect the ones under him in his city, help the ones who come to him for it. Kayfer forgot that. Plenty of Rogues do.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Vaguely mafia-esque, I suppose. The tendancy towards secondary governments, of and by the people, which protect the interests of the people, for the most part. Interesting, always.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[She drapes her arms over his shoulders and starts playing absently with his hair.] You know, it's quite likely I shouldn't find you half so attractive as I do.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Mm... [leans into to touch, then tugs gently on her pleasure centers]

Probably not.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[She has time for a surprised,] What-- [before she shudders and digs her hand against his scalp. The look she gives him is slightly flushed and (very slightly) reprimanding.] Now that's hardly fair.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[quite the satisfied smirk] I know. [not like he stops]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Another little shudder.] At least le--t! [She arches against him, dragging in a long, slow breath.] Goddess.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[lessens it] Do you not want that?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Lessens, but doesn't stop, so she's panting a bit. She answers by kissing him. Hard.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[well, now, that's rather nice, and he turns in towards her, returning the kiss in full]