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[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

[See a puddle of water on the astral plane. Watch as Minato appears on that puddle, drenched as a dog, water cascading off of him. Watch as he gasps heavily for a bit, before taking a deep breath and holding it in as he disappears again. Be amused when this happens several times.

Now watch as he stumbles onto the astral plane, falling onto his side. He's gripping a gun in his hands like it's his life support and someone's trying to take it away. He coughs for a bit before standing up, straightening his clothes. He doesn't bother trying to wring anything out. He pushes some of the clinging hair out of his eyes]

Fumie, I found civilization... Who's in Iwatodai?

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[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

Treating who well?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

The Doctor. Or, I should say, the Doctor's image?

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

The Doctor's in a desert.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

...yes, I know this. But those on his world -- the one in which you currently occupy -- believe you to be the Doctor. So treat his image well.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Well...so long as we're understood. If you are the Doctor...it stands to reason you also have a TARDIS of your own -- my future self? Has she been treating you well?

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

Yeah. She's... nice.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Ah...you think so? [smiles warmly] That pleases me.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

[nods]