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[So, how long has it been since someone showed up on the Plane to bleed all over it? Well... here it goes again.

In pops Eithan. But he's not going to flop over and just bleed everywhere, oh no. He's on a mission. He's going to start walking... somewhere. Anywhere.

The first thing anyone's likely to notice is that his hair is slightly wet - sweat or water? Well, probably both. He's also shivering, so much that his teeth are chattering. And, well, this is Eithan. So of course, he's doing so loudly. His lips have a blue tint to them, as well as his fingernails if you get close enough. He's practically got a death-grip on his cloak, clutching it closer as he tries to warm himself up.

His arms are covered in little scrapes, and on his side, there's a huge spot of red where some particularly nasty wound is clearly bleeding through that cloak he's wrapped himself up in. In fact, with each step that puts any amount of weight on that side, he winces a bit. All is not well with this kid.]

I f-fuckin'... h-hate... the fuckin' c-cold.

[Still violently shivering, he's doing his damnedest to get to somewhere that might have more blankets. And a first-aid kid. Or something.]

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Psh. I'm not afraid. [... right, Eithan.]

But really, it's the truth. I mean, I could take the bandage off and show you, if you don't believe me. [Beat.] But uh, I'd have to ask you to put it back the right way. I mean, I'm guessin' you're a doctor or somethin', right? It's not like I know how to put it back on to give it the right... support. Or... whatever Mu said.

[you wouldn't be the first one who's tried to trick him, but needle fears aren't uncommon.]

Yeah, I'm a nurse. It's sort of what I do when I'm not travelling. You probably could use a change anyway... [puts the needle away, then pulls out a new roll of bandages and a pair of surgical scissors to cut the bandaging away.]

All right, I want you to raise your arms nice and slowly. We don't want to exacerbate the wound any more than we're going to.

[He nods and does as he’s told. He’s assuming the guy can get at the bandages through the damn large, gaping hole in his shirt, but he’ll move it if he's told to.]

Travel, huh? Busy life? [He's genuinely curious.]

Ah, yeah, you can say that...

[you know those scissors? yeah, he's cutting up from the bottom of that shirt now. he has to get to the bandage somehow and hey, the shirt's ruined anyway...]

[It was one of his favorite shirts, but he's already resigned to letting the puppy tear it the rest of the way up once he gets home. So. What's some more cutting?]

Like a second job or somethin'?

[Don't mind him, he's just making conversation.]

[Rory continues his cutting spree and starts on the actual bandage, and once that's done, he carries on working and talking without interruption. He's very used to multitasking these things.]

Some days it seems it. There isn't any pay in it, but where we travel to, chances are we'll have to solve some catastrophic problem or else the whole universe will cease to exist. [He sounds a bit weary when he adds:] Again.

[Staaaare.]

Uh. ... So how many times has the universe stopped existin' then?

As far as I know? Just the once, but that's kind of the point, isn't it? Not really supposed to remember and all. Like, I've gone to all these places with Amy and the Doctor--but only in my memories because I really haven't done. Not this go. [Rory sighs, ripping a few pieces of medical tape off to finish up his bandage job] Time travel's complicated enough without universes ceasing to exist and then coming back.

Huh. Yeah, I could see where that'd probably be a problem. [Though he's still clearly a bit baffled.]

So like, the universe ended and then started over, so you're doin' stuff over again? Or doin' stuff differently since you've already got the memories? [Beat.] Or is this the kind of thing I shouldn't ask about 'cause talkin' about it just makes it worse?

No, it doesn't make things worse. It's complicated, like I said; things with the Doctor usually are. But no, we haven't got to redo any of it. We sort of...missed that window, if that makes sense... [And the more he talks about it, the more confusing it must sound.]

There. Should be all done now. [Puts the medical tape away.] Just remember to be careful. And avoid...whatever gave you that wound in the first place in future.

[Paaause.] Yyyeah, it... kinda makes sense. [He nods slowly, still contemplating it a bit.] Much sense as it's gonna make, I guess. Right? [Have a slightly sheepish smile~]

Thanks, man. [He looks down at it, rolls his shoulder a bit to get a feel for just how hard he shouldn't be pulling ~~like the idiot boy he is~~ and grins a bit.] And... yeah. Definitely avoidin' ice mages.

[He makes a face, shrugging a bit.] Yeah... Just about, I suppose.

[Blink.] Um...yeah. [He doesn't exactly know what to say to that.] I'd add fire mages to that as well. Burnt skin and all.

[That sets him grinning.]

Hey, I am a fire mage.

[And as if he's gotta prove this, he holds up one hand, pointer and middle fingers extended and pressed together. He mutters a quick word under his breath, and a revolving ring of fire appears around his hand.]

Dunno if I can get away with avoidin' myself. Isn't that some sort of psychological problem?

[A slow nod.] That...does explain the hair.

[And upon seeing that fire in his hand, his eyes widen and he lets out a little sound as he backs up. You might be a fire mage, Eithan, but he isn't!] Okay, I honestly wouldn't even know where to begin there.

[Snicker!] Yeah, I get that a lot.

[That flinch backward just makes his grin turn a shade sharper. Ahh, too amusing... He shakes his head, waving the flames away.]

So... no mages in your world? You seem kinda jumpy about it.

[He composes himself, looking a bit sheepish for his reaction. Kind of hard to break oneself of it, especially after living as a plastic Centurion for centuries and having to avoid fires and the like that entire time for fear of melting.]

Not at all. We do have magicians who can pull a rabbit out of a hat--but not really because it's all a trick. "Optical illusion". [He quickly corrects himself.] And yeah, fire and I haven't really been friends in the past... Erm, can you only make fire?

You mean like, illusion magic? Or just sleight-of-hand, thieves-and-street-acts kinda stuff? [He still looks pretty amused.] Dunno that I've ever thought about pullin' rabbits out of hats, who came up with that one?

[He nods.] Fire and explosions. ... [Smirk!] Wanna see that too, or just wanna take my word for it?

[He shrugs] I...I guess it's slight-of-hand? Wasn't sure there was a difference. For us, it's people in tuxedos and skimpy outfits in theatres. It's all pretty flashy.

[Look at that expression, Eithan. That's the face of a man who has definitely seen enough explosions to last him a lifetime.] Yeah... I'm good.

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