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[championoftime]

[There's a strange man in Time Lord robes roaming the halls. He's been watching conversations and following along, taking in what's happening. But he doesn't want to intrude. He knows that for some reason that he shouldn't.

However, more than one psychic presence has coaxed him out of his room, away from the irritated TARDIS that's very familiar to him (she doesn't like this psychic aggression, she doesn't like it at all). And now he's trying to keep track of where the most damage is.]

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[Rassilon listens quietly. By the time the other has finished, there's the slightest tremor of his shoulders visible, though without being able to see his face it's hard to tell if it's anger or something else.]

My rules were always about what's best for Gallifrey. I simply became... wiser. It's no surprise they would change. And you didn't need anyone to back you up, you would just have to give me one good reason why I should have listened to you! What was supposed to convince me that you were right? Cryptic remarks? Your stupid jokes about my best friend's death? Really?

Any reason why I shouldn't have attacked a temple full of traitors? Any reason why I shouldn't have done any of the things you objected to? It's your fault! Don't complain about the... triviality of your post when you're the one who made it trivial! When you're- [He abruptly stops, taking a few deep breaths. When he turns, his expression is a mix of anger and hurt.] They don't remember your name because I erased it from history. See it as my revenge.

[championoftime]

He was my friend, too. And there were always reasons. But you ignored them. You always ignored them.

[Ahhh...] I see.

And I even decided on the one way to die where I wouldn't even really leave you. And you killed me anyway. [He bunches up his robes and turns his back and starts walking. It's depressing, but he might as well enjoy his time here.

It's rather fortunate for him that he won't go back knowing this.]

[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[Oh no, you don't- Wait, what?] How was it not leaving me?

[championoftime]

[He only slows for half a step.] I chose the Looms. I would always be a part of the people. Unless you took the time to scrub my DNA out of them.

Or, I suppose, if the world's gone. [He has a feeling this won't feel good at all. But he can't think of a place he'd rather go. Not even the Matrix.] Please excuse me, Lord President. I need some time to myself. [He's taking being erased from history surprisingly well. Or rather, perhaps it's a serence sense of detachment.]

[championoftime]

They are. [He sounds thoroughly pleased. Fortunately, he's not stepped close enough to that plant to make him do anything embarrassing. He's unfortunately behind on his foreign customs, Gallifrey bound as he is.]

I've always wanted to see the universe. I'm enjoying little samples of it around this ship. Here and there.

What is it with me and HTML today :|

[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

That still means you're gone. [Rassilon does not appreciate being symbolic when it comes to things like these.]

There's a celebration on your death day. [He's not sure if the other heard that, but he doesn't feel like repeating it. He's got things to think about.]

[championoftime]

Perhaps not enough people are giving you strength. [Which are how the gods once worked in his culture. And that's very much what she strikes him as.]

[strangehistorian]

[She turns back to blink at him. She hadn't thought of that.]

It is possible. I have never been outside of my domain before.

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[In fairness, that custom likely didn't exist back then.] /The universe is around us all times, hints of possibility of peoples woven in us, in the clothes we wear, the language we speak, the encounters we have. We all absorb as much as we express, perhaps more, we need only look for it./

/We did not spring from the hand of the Gods as much as the Pythia would have had us believe./

[changemydear]

[The Doctor paid no attention to the mongoose as it started to scuttle from the TARDIS console. He only noticed the creature as it landed smack dab in his hair. To his credit, the Doctor didn't scream, but he let out a small yelp of surprise and tried to brush the animal off of his head.]

Get this off of me!

[The mongoose clung tighter, not really wanting to let go.]

[championoftime]

[At least now he could get the door open! But he does at least make more of an effort to dislodge the animal from the Doctor's head, rather than try to apprehend him. One he's plied at it's little paws, it slides down the back of the Doctor's coat and quickly skitters out the door of the console room.]

Are you alright? [First thing's first.]

[championoftime]

Is it uncomfortable for you, my dear? [Polite concern in his tone.]

[championoftime]

No. We did not. [Gods sprang from them, if anything.]

You remind me of someone I know. [Someone else who had similar ideas. Best not to think too hard on it. An awkward joke. A shift of gaze. Just get away from the idea that he's gone, and there's no way to fix it without breaking laws they agreed upon.]

This must be an especially enjoyable place for you thus far, then. Seen anything you'd like to share?

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

/A friend?/ [Peylix makes a deep-throated kind of chuckle.] /The wine is excellent./

[changemydear]

[The Doctor let out a small yelp as the animal slid down his coat and skittered into the console room. His escape could wait, he needed to figure out just what that tiny little demonic creature was. The Doctor started to pat his head, seeing if the mongoose had scratched him anywhere.]

What was that?

[scaryfacemelter]

[It's always a toss up whether she'll hear someone first or feel them. Either way, she turns before he comes too close, studying him. She reaches out with her mind, accustomed to learning what she wants, when she wants.]

[championoftime]

[He throws up his psychic barriers as soon as the intrusion starts.]

I apologize madam, but it's really more polite to ask before you pry. We usually only share with those we're closest to. But do you mind if I enjoy the view with you for a bit?

[championoftime]

He was very much a friend, yes. [The was part the most telling of all.] Then I'll have to try it. I don't have much time to indulge myself anymore. Authority comes with as many shortcomings as advantages.

[championoftime]

Something like the longest Vex I've ever seen... [He stares after it, putting a hand over his mouth. But then-]

You can't take your ship when you're out of temporal sink with it! It'll attempt to align with you and make contact with another version of itself and create a black hole to rival the Neverending Mountains! You're in such a rush you're going to destroy yourself and potentially a good number of people, depending on where you last parked.

[He can tell it's the Doctor's TARDIS (the key), but also out of his timeframe.] ...But she does still need soothing.

[changemydear]

[The Doctor scowled, looking at the Other. As much as he hated to admit it, the man had a point. It was a good idea in theory, but this wasn't his TARDIS. While he wanted to get out of here, he wanted to get out of here in one piece.]

Temporal sink or not, she's still my TARDIS. Soothing it is. [He placed a hand on the TARDIS exterior, stroked it slightly, and looked at the ship] I'm sorry about this old girl, I really wish I could make this buffoon vanish and get your proper owner back.

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

/You lost him./ [Peylix knows well the feeling of both the former and the authority, but force of habit keeps his tongue on the latter. He smiles.] /Then allow this simple man to guide you to the pub./

[championoftime]

Thank you. [He ignores the thoughts of a lost friend for the promise of spending time with someone of the older times. There were a few good days then- mostly when he saw his people stand up to oppression and fear. This fellow strikes him as the sort that would have been on their side.

He motions for Peylix to move ahead and he'll follow.]

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[Peylix takes the stairs as while he's investigated the lifts, they don't strike him as particularly... trustworthy. He has his son's item on hand to activate the door to the warden area. He smiles at him when they find the bar.] /It's a curious little place, isn't it?/

[championoftime]

It is. I'm a little perplexed by the bursts of psychic activity I'm feeling. They're unusually hostile.

[And reflected in the TARDIS left in his room, which is strange since it shouldn't be his ship. For now, though, the bottles across the counter have his attention.]

[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

/Hmm. One of them appeared on the deck. He would not sip the wine./ [Which tells you all you need to know, really, doesn't it? Peylix reaches for an interesting looking bottle and a couple of glasses, pouring it out for the two of them.]