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[See Doctor. See Doctor run. See Doctor run ~~half-naked~~ on the Plane. Actually he is sort of half-naked, considering his purple jumper is torn nearly to shreds, and his signature leather jacket is nowhere to be seen. Basically, he looks like he got clawed by a large, angry animal. Which he quite possibly has been, if the long, bloody scratch marks are any indication. He stops when he realises he managed to escape (for now), laughing to himself and shaking his head.] Now that's what I call convenient. I ought to try this more often.

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[he wouldn't either, so he doesn't ask] What happens when you regenerate?

[smiles] It's sort of a Time Lord trick for cheating death. Instead of dying, we turn into a new self. New face, new quirks, same old memories. You'll meet a few of my selves wandering about the Plane.

[he's just going to stare for a moment] That's... Not even magic can cheat death. How many times have you done it?

[chuckles at his expression] Eight times; I'm the Ninth regeneration. My Tenth self is wandering around here somewhere. Three of him, actually. Alternate universes and all that. I've only got a few lives left, though.

How many do you have? [...frowns] If it's not many, you should be careful. [concerned Remus is concerned]

[your concern makes Nine awkward, Remus] Er, we can only regenerate twelve times before dying. That's thirteen lives total. [and he is ignoring that bit about being careful]

[well that's tough, Nine] That's three lives left, then. [his eyes are travelling over those wounds again]

[shrugs] I've managed 900 years, I'm sure I've got another few centuries left, at least.

[shrewd look] How long can each incarnation live?

[sheepish look] Um. Practically forever, really, until we're mortally wounded and we've got to regenerate. The process is a bit dodgy, though - never know what sort of look you're going to end up with. Or if it's even going to work out at all. [pauses] Sometimes the trauma's worse than others.

...And you've gone through eight in eight hundred years.

[beams] Sort of, yeah. Difficult to avoid it sometimes, with a life like mine. Brilliant, but dangerous.

(ooc: we shall just pretend that was 900 there :|b)

[reluctantly] I suppose the ones living forever are the ones not doing anything.

((.../facepalm WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME TONIGHT.))

[FINALLY someone gets it] 'Course! There's no point in having all this life if I'm going to sit around and waste it. There's history to be seen, planets to save, adventures to be had, etc.

((NOTHING IS WRONG WITH YOU EVER <3))

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[slow nod] The risk can definitely be worth it. Just - don't take more than you need to?

[aheh, have another awkward look] I'll try not to?

[rather sheepish smile] ...Thanks.

[blinks] What for?

[slight shrug] For agreeing to try.

Well, I can't promise anything. But it seems like there are a few people around here that might get upset if I get into too much trouble. [he looks completely baffled by this, as though he can't understand /why/]

It's your own fault for being likeable.

[he looks embarrassed for a moment, but covers it up with some ego] Well, I am impressive. Suppose I can understand that.

[notes that, finds it both intriguing and endearing] You make quite an entrance, too.

[grins] You know what they say about first impressions.

[fond, wistful smile] I do. ...When I first met James, he was defending a Muggleborn on the train to school.