Experiencing True History (Arkaniel & Aura)
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				Title: <strong>Experiencing True History (Arkaniel &amp; Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>21-11-2014, 21:17:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.wallpaperstock.net:81/beautiful-female-portrait-wallpapers_27924_1920x1200.jpg)</div> The soft thud of feet could be felt through the earbuds that were in Layla's ears. Her music rang through her ear as she jogged around the track that was close to her apartment. <em>"Scar tissue that I wish you saw, Sarcastic mister know it all, Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause, With the birds I'll share" </em>Her feet thud to the music that she was hearing. Her mind racing and thinking back to that night that killed the one she loved. She thought about it often, thought about how it could have been different. It was something that went through her mind every time she jogged. Something that she could not forget. <br><br>She checked her watch, and knew that the sixty minutes that she normally ran was just about up. She finished the round she was one and started her way back to her loft. She knew that she had a busy day ahead of her, knew that there was things she was going to get done. The seminar later was the one thing she was looking forward to. She was a big history buff, loved knowing what had happened and what the lives were like back in those days. <br><br>As she got home, she took the earbuds out and tossed the ipod and earbuds into a basket that was on the table by the door. She picked up a remote and turned on the radio. She walked into the living room and started on her usual yoga routine. She went through the positions fluidly, almost as if she was a dancer.<br><br><hr> <br>She moved through the halls, the limp noticeable as she navigated through the crowds of people. She carried her notebook close to her chest. Her tennis shoes made soft thuds as it hit the cold tiles of the college. She had loved living in London, and the University of London was the best she had ever looked into. She was the classic American girl who had wanted to study abroad. However, it was more than that for her. She had wanted to escape. Escape the scrutiny of those who knew what happened. Escape those who thought she was damaged. Escape the memories of that dreadful night. <br><br>She never liked remembering the accident that killed her best friend, her lover, and her lovers best friend. She had also been in that accident, and managed to get out alive. She should have died; had wanted to as well. She thought back to that time. The four of them had been on their way home when a trucker had flipped and crushed their car. Everyone was counted as dead on arrival, except her. <br><br>She reached the auditorium where the History seminar was. She was a big history buff. She wanted to either teach history or do something that came with history. She wasn't sure what yet, but she knew that she loved it. She loved knowing who the people were, what they did, how they lived, everything about times she didn't live in. She was always curious about things, wanting to know more. <br><br>Today's seminar was about the Roman's and the way they ran their society during their times. It was also about the many wars that they had, the progresses they came up with. She found the auditorium and then her seat. She grabbed her notebook out and wrote out today's date and the topic of the seminar. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experiencing True History (Arkaniel &amp; Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 12:56:20</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.stars-arena.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/henry_cavill_08.jpg)</div><br>He wasn't a history buff in the slightest. He just knew and lived and breathed time and everything that happened in time. To him, there was no history. Just life. How could one speak of history when every day, every time was the present day for him? The Eleventh incarnation of the Doctor, freshly regenerated and assimilated to his memories and now body, contemplated that life as he sat in TARDIS, waiting for his newest sonic screwdriver to finish generating.<br><br>He was also contemplating his past travelling companions. He realised that over time, he had become... More human. Rose had started it all with a deep friendship that had flirtatious undertones. Martha had continued the trend by seducing him, starting an interesting but I'll fated romance. Amy almost ruined it all with her own games of seduction despite being engaged and even after she got married.<br><br>It was distracting to the last of the Time Lords, so distracting that it cost him his Tenth Life against the Cybermen.<br><br>And now, he was in London once more, the living place of all his past companions, with the exception of Amy. Odd, that, really. He somehow always found himself drawn to this city and to this time. The time most humans considered the modern day, but was, in the long term, still considered the dawn of humanity before they, too, would thread the stars.<br><br>The screwdriver was ready and he pocketed it, before he straightened his colourful tie, straightened his vest over his blue-grey shirt and put on his jacket. Once he was ready, he left the TARDIS, who happened to be parked on the corner of the university of London campus. As he exited the blue box of ageing wood, he was swept along with a tide of chattering students and soon, he found himself in some kind of auditorium.<br><br>The Doctor was used to going with the flow, since the flow usually led him to one of the events where his expertise was needed to save the human race or the universal timeline again.<br><br>Surprisingly, he ended up sitting next to a redhead humans would consider extremely pretty, she seemed withdrawn, though, and one of the few people in the class auditorium completely focused on the lesson at hand. Something about the Romans. Something historians had theorised, but the Doctor knew from experience was wrong. Still, he sat relaxed in the seat, amused by all the wrongs in the class. He wasn't taking notes, obviously. Instead, he glanced around him, his gaze once more settling on the girl by his side.<br><br>He leaned closer and whispered, "Varrius wasn't actually the son of the former emperor. He was an adopted Germanic hostage and thus there wasn't an actual Oedipus incestual relationship." His words completely contradicting the professor.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experiencing True History (Arkaniel &amp; Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 23:00:09</strong>
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				<br>She was listening to the one giving the seminar, taking notes where she felt that they were important. She didn't look down at her notebook when she wrote, she just wrote. It was one of the many things that she was good at. Writing without really looking. She listened as the professor started talking about some emperor who had married his own sister. She had never understood how someone could do something like that, but then again, it was the times that called for it. <br><br>She shook her head as she wrote down the emperor's name, Varrius, and then the sister's name, Julia. She was going to do some more research on the guy at a later time. She wrote down the dates that were mentioned as well as other names and places. She felt the chair beside her fill up and she looked over for a second. She gave the man a smile. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked him over. He was cute, but he wasn't Johnathan. Nobody could ever be Johnathan. She gave a sigh and turned her attention the professor again. <br><br>She felt the man's presence, knew that he was there. It sent chills down her spine as she continued to pay attention to the seminar. <em>"Varrius wasn't actually the son of the former emperor. He was an adopted Germanic hostage and thus there wasn't an actual Oedipus incestual relationship." </em> She heard the words beside her, the voice deep and yet enticing her to look at him again. She gave a frown and rolled her eyes. Yet another know it all. <br><br>"And yet, Varrius' father watched his birth and claimed that he was his. His mother would not have cheated on him, that would have meant a stoning if she had. Nor was there any adoption, it would have been mentioned. So your words? There is no validity behind them. There is no truth." She spoke with conviction, knowing that she had her own set of knowledge. <br><br>It did get her thinking, however, and it did make sense. In those days, male adoptions were common if only to have a heir to the throne. Plus, the sister was older by a few years and there was no other children born to the parents. She was thinking about it and wrote down, "Germanic...adoption?" on the side of her notes with a star. She was going to be looking at that, exploring that fact. This was what she loved doing. Researching history and finding the truth to various historical facts that might be obsolete.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experiencing True History (Arkaniel &amp; Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 08:06:22</strong>
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				<br>She rebutted him firmly, quoting facts that weren't facts, simply because they were in a book she gad studied and had been taught about. A book that was made on false interpretations of modern day humans based on the novelised historical literature of writers of that time that hadn't even been properly present for three quarter of the facts they wrote about in the first place. How could human history ever be accurately recorded when it was written by the victors and often by historians whom were never near the heart of the action?<br><br>"You're wrong and your little book is wrong." He remarked coyly, teasing her, finding himself some amusement in teasing this reluctant, withdrawn girl.<br><br>Something within him wanted to break that hard shell she seemed to bear around her. Something about her called out to him to break that veil of sadness around her, like a rip in time and space, bleeding out the sort of energy only the Doctor could sense.<br><br>"But you don't gave to believe me. After all, there is no way I can prove myself... Unless I could show you the truth." He commented further, enigmatically, before he graced her with a dashing grin. A grin that the Doctor wasn't aware of how it affected ladykind and how it had caused all of his female companions to fall in love with him. And with that enigmatic grin, he was gone. Yes, the doctor simply got up in the middle of class, cheekily saluted the professor and left the auditorium.<br><br>In his usual fashion, since he sometimes seemed to be able to see into people better than they saw into themselves, he strolled over to his trusty old blue police box and leaned against the door nonchalantly, half waiting for the class to finish and for the girl in question to spot him.<br><br>Perhaps he could tempt her to join him on a journey to Ancient Rome.<br><br>It would be fun, wouldn't it?<br><br>Most likely dangerous, too, as tended to happen around him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experiencing True History (Arkaniel &amp; Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 06:41:11</strong>
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				<strong><br>She turned her attention back to the speaker and took down notes of what was being said and what points were important. She could still feel the person beside her and wondered what his deal was. She wondered what could have caused this lunatic to single her out. She was always the one the men avoided as she was never friendly to them. She was the one that never talked to people because she didn't like talking to them. And yet, this man had to pick her and test her knowledge. <br><br>She gave a sigh as he started speaking again. She looked at him for a second and raised a brow. She rolled her eyes and looked towards the speaker again before hearing his voice again. She closed her eyes and hoped that the guy would just leave her alone. There was no way that he could show her the truth. There was just no way possible. She was about to say something when she noticed him get up and walk away. <br><br>Thankful, she knew that this seminar wasn't going to last much longer. She closed her notebook and opted to leave a few minutes early. She had to see what he was talking about, had to understand why he picked her out of all the other women. She grabbed her notebook and purse and hurried out of the auditorium and outside into the center of the courtyard. She saw the man that had been talking to her a few feet away and she let her grey eyes look him over. <br><br>The man reminded her of Joseph. She stopped in her tracks, remembering the man that she loved and the man that she had lost. She shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside. She finished looking him over, seeing that the man wasn't that bad looking. She rolled her eyes again as she caught herself checking him out. She strode over to him and stopped a few inches from where he was standing. <br><br>"Tell me, where do you get off on interrupting a seminar that I willingly wanted to attend and then left just to understand you." She leaned to her side, resting on her good leg. "And there is no way you could show me this information that you swear is correct." <br><br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experiencing True History (Arkaniel &amp; Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 09:00:29</strong>
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				Just as he had expected, she joined him outside, heading straight for him. Few realised just how perceptive the Doctor was. It was because he had such a carefree and energetic flare to his behaviour, which made people forget that he was an alien smarter and more knowledgeable than any thousand humans put together. And they all forgot he saw the universe not as a human, but with the perception of a Time Lord. This one, just like all the ones that became his Companion before her, gave in to the allure of the blue box and the prospect of adventure.<br><br>Even though she looked sadder and more closed off than any of his previous Companions.<br><br>He loved how she practically challenged him to prove her wrong. He gave her that infuriating little smile of his, that insufferable, knowing smile that riled up friend or foe alike. <br><br>"What if I can prove you wrong? What will I get out of letting you see the truth for yourself and probing my word?" He asked her, almost wanting her to make a bit of a bet out of it, not that he would ever remember to collect in the first place. He just wanted to know how certain she was of her own right and his wrong in this situation. Perhaps not so certain, or she wouldn't have left the class early.<br><br>He had her with the hook. Now the line, then the sinker.<br><br>"Why don't you come in?" He asked her, knocking on his police box. He loved the effect it had on people, before and after. So, he unlocked the door and stepped inside, leaving the door open for her to join him, while he headed up the stairs of the once more refurbished TARDIS, and booted up the time vortex. He was already putting the date in, during the time of emperor Varius, to show her true history, instead of the pale and often not entirely correct representation in the history books she seemed to love so much.<br><br>"So, how about it? How about a little adventure?" He asked her, waiting in turn for the undeniable questions she would ask.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experiencing True History (Arkaniel &amp; Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>06-12-2014, 08:38:56</strong>
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				<strong><br>She watched as he smiled at her. She rolled her eyes, not falling for anything that he was tossing at her. "There is no way you can prove me wrong. So I think I would be willing to bet anything you wanted." She didn't know why she was willing to even fancy the thought of leaving with him. He was a perfect stranger to her and yet, for some reason, something about him made her want to. She looked at his box as he asked if she wanted to come in. <br><br>She shook her head and knew that she shouldn't. Oh but there was something that caught her attention about him. She moved closer to him and his box as he walked into it. She felt her jaw drop as she caught a glimpse of the inside. She stepped in, all concerns about him being a stranger gone. "But..." She tilted her head to the side. "But..." She stepped back outside and walked around the box and then back into it. "It is smaller on the outside." <br><br>She looked at him and then around the inside of the box. How was this even possible? Was he an alien? Was he the dangerous type? She made a small face as she let the questions run through her mind. Maybe he could prove her wrong after all. She gave a sigh and nodded her head. "Let's do this." She didn't know why she was so willing to do it, but it beat being stuck here with the idiots that seemed to always pity her or be afraid of her. <br><br>She dropped her bag near the door and moved up towards him. Her eyes scanned the area and took in everything that she could. "So you are telling me that everything we know as history is wrong?" She looked at him, almost accusingly. <br><br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experiencing True History (Arkaniel &amp; Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>06-12-2014, 18:59:59</strong>
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				The Doctor observed the spiel of her entering, leaving, running around the TARDIS and hopping back inside. Even after almost a dozen times, it was still incredibly funny! When she joined him at his console, he finished putting in all&nbsp; the data he wanted. He placed his hands on the lever, purposefully leaving on the brakes and all to make the typical sound he loved so much and leaving off the stabilisers so he could enjoy the tipsy turvy ride through time and space.<br><br>"Now all of your history books are wrong... Just most of them." He teased her.<br><br>He pulled the lever. The TARDIS flared to life and the vehicle started rumbling and tossing as they swirled through the vortex of time energy towards their destination. They were tossed left and right, back and forth, holding on to the console and to some of the pylons.<br><br>"Isn't this fun?" He asked her.<br><br>And then he had to rush to the console, pull some more levers and the TARDIS started making its typical honking noise again as it materialised in an abandoned alley in Rome. 219AD.<br><br>One they were settled, he led her to the exit. He opened the door, but made sure she didn't step out.<br><br>"Remember, your knowledge of history isn't completely wrong, but not completely right, either. Romans are far more decadent and far, far more sexual than even your time's wildest writers and movie makers dared to imagine. And everything in this time stinks. The streets, the people and the animal. By the way, the TARDIS downloaded an universal translator program into your mind. Universe kind of universal, I mean. So, everyone will sound like they are speaking English. Different accents spoken at once mean the specific speakers are each talking in a different language. Come, let's have some fun." He practically ordered her, before he let her step outside, as he joined her.
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