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[A boy, looking about 12 years old, appears angrily on the plane holding a pistol. Such pretty white stripes in his black hair! And a black, prim outfit. He basically looks like a snooty man's snooty rich child.]

TWO DAMN IT. One- [stops as he realizes some things. First, he is only holding a single gun, which he immediately tosses to the side theatrically. Second, he's not wherever he was.] Liz... This place is a mess!

[The gun, in mid-air, transforms into an older teen/young adult. She has ~~delicious boobies~~ a cowboy hat and bright red "shirt" that covers all of her cleavage and breasts and none of her stomach. She surveys their surroundings sternly and disgustedly.] What happened here...

... We'll need a lot of towels, stain remover, air fresheners - Where's Patty? We could use her help with this.

[The woman cringes] We?! I'm not cleaning this up! Blood will stain my jeans!!

[OOC: Double intro post for Liz Thompson and Death the Kid. INBOX RAPE COMING AT YA |D If you only want to be bugged by one, say so in ooc or something.]

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Mm, really? Nice age. Age is all a bit relative in the end anyway.

Yeah. Depends on species, lifestyle, genes, emotional stability, health of the body and soul. And even then random events can come by and kill off someone that could live to be ten thousand.

[clears his throat a bit] Some lifestyles just don't lend to long lives, no.

[Oh like that's not obvious] Speaking from experience?

[He thought it was very sneaky] A bit, yeah. I'm surprised I'm still around sometimes. But! I'm just impossible that way.

[If you were trying to impress him, Doctor, it didn't work. Squeezes blood and mops :|] Are you?

[He always finds it a little weird when he's not at least A LITTLE impressive. But he's talking to the son of Death, so it's not too bad] Well, now I am a bit, actually, but it's loads of factors to it. [looks into his bucket] You'll probably need fresh water soon.

[Glances at the bucket.] Yeah. Could you get me more?

[picks up the bucket, leaves the plane and comes back with fresh stuff] The sharks probably liked that water.

[Wooo, new bucket! \o\] Sharks like meat, not bloody water.

[shrugs] Then I got them excited over nothing.

I doubt they'd like that. Good thing sharks aren't all that intelligent. Otherwise, they could hold it against you. [mop mop mooop]

... [groans] They probably will. Brilliant.

The sharks?

Yes. They're already on the Master's side, so I suppose having a grudge against me, too, won't matter a whole lot...

Doctor, you aren't making any sense.

I'm on a planet with hyper-intelligent marine life. The sharks don't like me. The dolphins do.

[You get a questioning look because wtf]

[rubs his neck] I travel time and space.

... Of course you do.

I do! I've been doing it for ages.

You're senile.

Senile?! Is time travel that crazy an idea for an incarnation of death?

Father can't travel through time. Why should I believe you can?

Wha- Look, just because Death has some limits doesn't mean-! [frowns, thinking about this!] It's part of my people. The Time Lords. We can travel through time and feel it's movements.