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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 8, 2017 8:42:29 GMT -5
Gengar@bolderpelt The Doctor smirked, "Hey, me. Be careful, this guy likes aiming guns at people." He chuckled. Castiel put a hand on Dean's shoulder, "Relax, Dean. He is here to help us. He is a Time Lord. Time Lords travel through time and space. When they encounter a injury or sickness that is fatal, they heal by completely regenerating their bodies, They have the same memories, but appearance changes, as well as the personalities sometimes." He explained.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 14:34:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, Doctor, believe it or not I remember," the older (though he didn't look it) replied with a gratuitous roll of his eyes, "you know, since I'm you, and all that."
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 8, 2017 15:02:20 GMT -5
The Doctor pouted, "Who knew I'd be such a sarcastic child?" He shook his head, "I mean, I already knew from the Zygon invasions, but geez it's still saddening..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 8:33:46 GMT -5
The older Doctor just rolled his eyes, saying with an abrupt gesture at the other man, "You're one to talk, Mr. The amount of self-centered things I used to think when I was you were astounding, to say the least. To say the most, you're the walking rep for narcissistic personality disorder. At least I'm realistic!"
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 9, 2017 10:41:24 GMT -5
Gengar @bolderpelt ~ The Doctor scowled, "Realistic? You're thousands of years old and you act like a two year old!" He sighed, "Nevermind, we need to figure out what's going on, before there is a paradox. We can't do that while we are insulting each other." He looked over at the human who most likely hated him, then at the other being that came with his older self. "So, who's the tall and dark person that came with you, me?" He asked. Castiel sighed, this exchange was very different from what he had expected. This 'Doctor' may be a Time Lord, but he acted like a child. In fact, when talking to himself, the Doctor treated himself like a brother, bickering and arguing.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 15:09:40 GMT -5
"Fine," The Doctor said with a leisurely roll his eyes, before gesturing to Castiel, grinning at the angel as he explained, "This is Deano's friend, Castiel, who says he's an Angel of the Lord. I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean, but I figure that we're supposed to take it at face value. Can't you see the..." he gestured to the flickering, fading wings on Cas' back that he could just barley make out, but they were there.
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Post by Gengar on Feb 10, 2017 9:54:56 GMT -5
sorry I've been gone! Been very busy with school and my team lately
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 14:33:16 GMT -5
Gengar it's all good man, school this week was hell for me too
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Post by Gengar on Feb 10, 2017 22:43:04 GMT -5
The man took his hand enthusiastically, dark eyes glittering as he shook it, and said with a dip of his head, "Nice to meet you Peter Parker, and 'The Natasha.'" New York City born and bred, this guy. Smart. An inventor? Maybe a martial artist? His hands were rough. What was in the bag? Cloth? It folded like some kind of cloth. Oh, oh, but this man, his name wasn't really Richard. It was Jim, just Jim, not James, but he didn't go around telling people that nowadays unless he was planning to kill them soon, which was why these two should've considered themselves lucky. As Peter whispered, he ventured a glance at the woman behind him, and then answered his questions. "The answer to both, Mr. Parker, would be a resounding 'no.' I just woke up here. I'm assuming that you and your lovely friend have no idea where we are either?" He smiled at Natasha, who glared. Oh, definitely a bit assassin. It was all in the glare. Peter shook his head. "No idea. Have you seen this place? The gas station doesn't even have a name," he answered. It was like a creepy horror game where everything was just slightly surreal and nothing had a name, either because it was intended that way or the designer was just too lazy to come p with names for everything.
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Post by Gengar on Feb 10, 2017 22:45:25 GMT -5
Well, this was an… eventful argument. Dean was starting to think that maybe these "Time Lords" weren't all that threatening. Maybe they weren't meant to be, but apparently they were all British, and all the same person. "While I enjoy watching you two bicker, we all need to find out what this place is, and how we got here." jυιcyғrυιт @bolderpelt
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 23:35:43 GMT -5
"Well," Jim began, bobbing his head from side to side as he continued, voice dripping with sarcasm, "I was a bit more concerned about the lack of people, and the absence of all flora and fauna otherwise, but I guess that the petrol station not having a sign is pretty disturbing." He saw Natasha, in his peripheral vision, open her mouth to say something, but he beat her to it. He didn't want to hear whatever it was. "Anywho, I assume you're looking for others? Mind if I join the two of you? I know they say three's company, but I promise I won't cause too much trouble." He smiled, eyes lolling to Natasha now. Her face was expressionless, and for a moment he was contemplating the odds of her saying no, but that moment passed and she said simply: "Sure, Richard." He just kept on smiling. "Thanks, Natasha." And with that, he swept past the two of them, slipping his sunglasses on as he practically waltzed his way out of the alley.
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The Doctor just smiled almost pityingly at Dean, but then nodded, seeming to wise up a bit as he began, "Yes, yes, you're right. Now, what's the last thing everyone remembers? I was doing some repairs to my ship. I recall no blow to the head or any sort of sign that I was about to be transported somewhere before I woke up in a barren street here."
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Post by Gengar on Feb 11, 2017 0:45:58 GMT -5
As Richard asked to accompany them, Peter sent Natasha his greatest puppy-dog eyes (or puppy-spider, I guess.) Unfortunately, she was not even paying attention to him to see his life's greatest work. That was fine, since she agreed anyway.
Unlike Natasha, Peter was not naturally suspicious of this stranger. Yes, he may have a strange voice, and he did take a while to produce his name, but he seemed… polite, confident. Those were good qualities to have, right?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 13:39:38 GMT -5
Natasha gave Peter a glance. Sure, the kid was just a kid, but didn't he notice something... off, about the guy? She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but he wasn't normal. Nevertheless, it seemed like they were stuck with him, so she followed him out of the alleyway. "So, Richard, where are you from?" she asked as they began to walk again, in the opposite direction she and Peter had been coming in the first place. "Oh, here, there, but the accent's Irish if that's what you're asking," he replied lightly, "and you? I'm going to say Russia, or the surrounding area. I must applaud the American accent though, it's very convincing. And Peter... New York City? Queens, maybe."
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