realityshifted | (no subject)

Cats aren't so bad. Talking dolphins, though, well...they're very arrogant.

There shouldn't be a giant cat wandering about. And what have dolphins got to do with anything? Has the whole bloody world gone daft?

What did the cat ever do to you? They can wander if they like. 'Course I've met my share of unpleasant cats... [shrugs] The planet I'm on right now. Full of dolphins.

Giant felines belong in the zoo or as a nice shag carpet. They aren't supposed to be wandering about my City. [...] You're as loony as that bastard Frenchie, talkin' 'bout other planets.

Well your city is obviously in their way. What sort of cats, anyway? [make a face] What? You can believe in this Astral Plane but not in other planets?

Cheetahs. [gives him a look] As far as I'm concerned, this is a figment of my imagination.

Cheetahs? Hm, I only know one planet like that, actually. It's supposed to have blown up but a bloke here is living proof that it didn't. [slightly pouty] If it's a figment of your imagination, there's no harm in believing I'm on another planet, is there?

The only bloke I know of who has anything to do with cheetahs is the last piece of shit I want anything to do with. [quirks a brow] There's also no harm in believing in the tooth faerie, but it doesn't make it any less daft.

[sighs] Then we're probably thinking of the same person. That's odd, though. Those cheetahs shouldn't be able to get off his world again... [stuffs his hands into his pockets] The tooth faerie isn't especially nice anyway. Nasty buggers. They live off the enamel.

I'm guessing it has something to do with this merging realities bullocks that bird was talking about before, but damned if I'm letting that bastard anywhere near my reality. [blinks] That wasn't serious, you div.

Merging realities? Hm, merging planes of existence. I wonder... [trails off and then blinks] Hm? Oh, you weren't? Right, well! If a merger can happen, then splitting apart can, too.

It was bad enough figuring out how to get them together in the first place. Haven't a clue how to rip 'em apart.

Well, I don't know anything about this business but generally doing the opposite works wonders. [beams] Reverse the polarity!

Avoid the bloke? Wouldn't that be lovely. Problem being he has a habit of showing up when I least want him, like a bad fart during a good shag.

[and now you get stared at] ...You're a very pleasant man, aren't you? [shakes it off] Anyway, I know he does. He's stalked me long enough. Best thing you can do is avoid him completely. Push him as far away as you can.

So I've been told. And you say that as if I haven't been trying, you nonce.

He's a difficult one to throw off, I know.

So I take it you two have a history? [pause] Hold up. Weren't you the bloke with the bastard calling himself 'Master,' looks like DI Sam Tyler?

[scratches the back of his neck] I've known him forever. We used to be friends before, well, you know him. And yes, I'm watching over him, trying to make sure he doesn't harm anyone. Obviously I failed this time and I'm sorry.

[this is perhaps not the thing you want to admit to Gene, considering that 'friend' of yours had him kill his DI. and he shows this displeasure by punching you in the face, Doctor, then dragging you close] You want to apologise? You take it up with Tyler. You hear me? You should bloody well be kissing the ground he walks on for the shit you and that fucking bastard caused him.

[yes, well, the Doctor feels he deserves it, so now he feels slightly better] I tried explaining it to Sam but he wouldn't believe me that it's my fault. [looks at him somewhat sadly] This place makes it harder. He can't get out of the TARDIS but here, well, he can.

I don't need to hear your bloody excuses. You called him a prisoner? Well do your bloody job and keep him locked up or on a leash, because I do not take kindly to having my officers killed, let alone by me because some piece of shit couldn't keep his little poofter pet in line.

I know! [just...frowns and jerks away, shoving his hands back into his pockets and staring up at the stars] I told you. He is locked up. This place is difficult because it operates on completely different laws than anything I'm used to. I'm not sure what sort of block I can put to keep him from coming here.

Well you better think of something quick, because next time I see him, you might be one pet less.

I'm thinking, I'm thinking! [runs a hand through his hair] ...What is it with the 'pet' thing? [shakes his head] Anyway, I suppose I'll just...wait around the plain for a while in case he shows up. Not much else I can do right now.