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[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[oh look, it's a wild Straxus back on the Plane, sans gloves and that cap, and is currently wandering around aimlessly, having already taken a little stroll through the forest and is on his way to...something. he doesn't wander because he's lost but because there's so much to see and currently, he's stopped in his tracks and thinking of where to go next.

the Plane's free from Gallifrey's eyes, and most assuredly from the CIA and the High Council--he's been busy discreetly checking his sources for such a thing in the reports--and such a degree of, well, he hesitates to use the word "freedom" because really, he loves his people and his world. but it's a change and if there's something the general populace of Time Lords don't adapt well to, it's change.

of course, the downside of the lack of surveillance on the Plane is that no one will ever believe him about the Doctor surviving his fall, Omega being alive, or that the Master is for that matter (not that he's bothered to tell anybody, not even Coordinator Bulek) and boy, is he still smarting from that last encounter with that particular renegade Time Lord. still, that doesn't mean he's going to avoid the Plane because of one lunatic.

oddly enough...he rather likes the place.]

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[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head] I haven't been assigned to find anything with that name.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I did not mean you specifically. You would be incapable of finding her. But if you do not know her, then perhaps she is safe.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[bitterly] Like I wanted to waste my precious time finding such a thing anyway. Leave that to somebody else.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[she'll just laugh at you] How naive.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[glares] What would you know?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

More than you.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[listen to him scoff] Oh I doubt it.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[she doesn't care~] If that is what you want to believe.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[frowns at you] How does the Doctor put up with you?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Because he is mine and I am his.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

That doesn't explain certain...personality flaws.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Would you rather I be stupid and docile as you have bred my brothers and sisters to be?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[holds his hands up] Now, now TARDIS, I haven't done anything of the sort. I am not involved with the development of your "brothers and sisters".

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You are a Time Lord. You are as guilty as those who do. You want a TARDIS, do you not? A ship of your own?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

I cannot control the individual actions of every single Time Lord! Not even those of the CIA can--though I wouldn't put it past them if they tried.

[but his expression softens just a hair.] I do.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You do not have to. But you are complacent and idle and happy in your stagnant society that fears what it does not understand. You demanded ships that would obey only you and so you suppressed the minds of my siblings. But accepting such a ship, you accept their fate, and so are guilty of the crime.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

I would give my TARDIS the proper care and attention it--she would deserve if I were ever granted one. So don't you dare to presume by how my people live their lives is exactly how I live mine. For one, I'm sent on assignment far more than most, so I do leave the Citadel.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

How would you know what she would need if she cannot properly tell you?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[sighs, letting his breath out slowly. unfortunately, she has him there.] I can figure out a way.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Of course you will, Time Lord.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[huffs, then composes himself, throwing on a smirk] Exactly! I will. You just watch. [and he turns and starts coolly sauntering away, but underneath, he's incensed at her complete impertinent attitude.]