An Accidental Holiday (Thete & Fahrahne)
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				Title: <strong>An Accidental Holiday (Thete &amp; Fahrahne) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>21-06-2015, 12:50:07</strong>
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				This wasn't exactly a planet he was familiar with... But he needed the rush of excitement. He needed to feel <em>something</em> after everything he had recently been through. With another lost companion fresh in his mind, and the guilt heavy in his chest, he needed a break. <br>A <em>long</em> break. <br>Which was why he was he was sat with a pint of beer in front of him, his body hunched over as he rested his arms on the table, and his head on top of them. He was watching the bubbles rise to the top, joining the white head of the liquid. It was far from normal behaviour, but as he was in the corner, it was something that patrons were willing to ignore. Furthermore, he looked incredibly out of place, given his strange attire. A long dark purple tweed jacket, a grey waistcoat and a shirt underneath, with a bow tie around his neck. Jeans and boots sat on his lower half. <br>It wasn't the best start for his 'break', but he didn't feel like exploring at this moment in time. He'd had grand plans to see a number of things when he came here for the first time... White Wolf Mountain. The great Elf City, Prifiddinas, which he was sure he'd be able to get access to. <br>Lumbridge Crater... And the rumours that it had been turned into a beach resort.<br>A beach resort!<br><br>But, no.<br>He had made it into the first town he had come across, convinced himself that beer probably tasted different here and he could do with trying it to get over his loss, and then sat down with no intent to drink it. Only stare at it.<br>The mind was a strange, curious thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Accidental Holiday (Thete &amp; Fahrahne) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fahrahne</strong> on <strong>21-06-2015, 13:47:37</strong>
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				At least there was a chance for the Doctor’s mind to temporarily be distracted to note that he was not the only one whom who didn’t fit in. <br><br>But the difference between him and the entity that he’d lay eyes on is that the other belonged here. They still didn’t <em>look</em> like they fit in...but they still <em>belonged</em>. It was evidenced by no yelling or drama amongst civilians, though admittedly a few side-eyed stares were cast. Some sort of demon, perhaps demoness? An entity that somehow straddled that line but did so with a very elegant demeanor, both handsome yet beautiful at the same time. Flat chested, but silken and healthy skin. Sharp claws, but finely manicured and pedicured. Soul-piercing eyes, yet elevated eyebrows of slight but perpetual concern. Pollnivneach was far out of the way and due to all the odd things down in the desert, someone like this person wasn’t at the top of anyone’s concerns. Some even greeted them with a smile. <br><br>It took a few seconds for the garishly clad Faeyrin to pinpoint the exact location of the odd person they sensed because of the business of the tavern, all those vibrations from the ground muddling together in the mind’s eye, but it was indeed only a few seconds. Faeyrin fancied themselves a sort of vigilante or self-appointed sheriff of the quaint desert town. No one ever asked them to investigate the odd happenings nearby - but this town never did them wrong. Rimmington tried to kill them. Karamja was xenophobic. Yanille was uncaring. Taverly was full of hypocrites. But Pollnivneach? Rightfully wary but gracious. Faeyrin repaid the kindness of being able to exist as they truly were by policing for the occasional oddity. <br><br>And today’s oddity was the Doctor. Faeyrin didn’t know it was ‘the’ Doctor, nor even that he was a Timelord. All their magitech eyepatch over the left eye told them was this man was a bunch of <strong>unknown.</strong> An alien, the demoni assumed. Then they were already kindred in that regard. They’d not let their guard down, fingers wiggling behind their back in anticipation, but…<br><br>“Desert ale is good ale. Extra care is put into its creation due to the hot climate’s easy spoiling of it. It would not kill you to try it.” Faeyrin informed the Doctor when they lumbered near. Their grace couldn’t too well be conveyed when their head scraped the ceiling of the tavern. The magi smiled down to him with genuine intention, though the pearly white fangs that poked out from behind the top lip could belie their friendliness...
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Accidental Holiday (Thete &amp; Fahrahne) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>21-06-2015, 15:11:17</strong>
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				The Doctor did not notice he had company, until the company spoke, and he practically jumped. He was usually so good at being aware of his surroundings, and yet... He'd shut off.<br>Cause for concern, easily.<br>Slowly, he sat up, taking in the form of who had spoken to him. Clearly of the planet, clearly with purpose. Entirely humanoid, but a touch different to the other patrons in the bar. Whoever they were, they were a pleasant distraction to the sinking in his chest, and the cloud in his mind. He did not stare at their peculiar appearance, and hardly seemed phased by what made them different to the others.<br><br>'I'm not a drinker.' He explained, though he was more than aware that that really gave no explanation as to why there was a pint of beer in front of him, only as to why he had not touched it.<br>'...It seemed like a perfectly good idea at the time.' He further pushed, another bad attempt to explain. 'I don't... It's complicated.'<br>And that was the best he could honestly offer. He'd been on complete autopilot. Hell, he hadn't even noticed the heat. It was comforting, and he hadn't even broken a sweat in it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Accidental Holiday (Thete &amp; Fahrahne) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fahrahne</strong> on <strong>21-06-2015, 15:50:47</strong>
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				When the offworlder sat up, Faeyrin was keen to note his attire in all the specifics. That was definitely offworlder fashion and it was also not too far removed from Faeyrin’s favorite tuxedo. The fellow didn’t even make an attempt to blend in at all. The man himself looked similiar to King Arthur and his knights. To most people in Camelot, even. So they say, King Arthur came from London. Whether London was a planet or a region of a planet, Faeyrin did not know. Regardless, was the London-esque man ignorant, maybe? Stupid? This was the safest place to look weird, at least. <br><br>Stupid seemed likely after his refutation of the alcohol before him, along with verbal stammering that followed. Though the man did seemed somewhat disoriented, too. It could be that his will was not entirely his own. Stupid or not, fully in control or not - whether he was malignant or benign had yet to be discerned and no other duties called at the moment. Hell, why not show a little care also? Gielinor could be incredibly jarring to a new arrival. It was for Faeyrin, at least. But the only two ways onto this particular planet were two gates. One gate under control of the Zarosians, the other under control of the Zamorakians. Neither took kindly to any untrusted people getting near. The Zarosian gate was even situated in the Shadow Realm! This man would have some explaining to do. When a person in question had explaining to do, the mind reading of Lunar Magic was never a first resort. Faeyrin's own views decreed that every sentient being had the right to privacy of mind unless they prove themselves with exterior actions to be ill-willed...and just being suspicious didn't qualify the Doctor as ill-willed. Yet.<br><br>So. Chairs and stools would break under Faeyrin’s frame. They were reasonably light for an athletic 7’0 creature...but they were still a 7’0 creature. Foregoing those, the demoni stepped around the table and dropped to one knee so they could be eye level with the Doctor. He could see that they didn’t sweat either, but this was for a much different reason. Body Magic to control their own temperature, effective everywhere but a volcano’s lava and the arctic. <br><br>“Is that so, sir? You are in luck. I do complicated.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Accidental Holiday (Thete &amp; Fahrahne) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>21-06-2015, 16:28:11</strong>
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				The Doctor watched as whoever it was crouched down, bringing themselves to his eye level. Their height was impressive, and they towered over the other patrons. Height did not intimidate him. It was almost refreshing to see somebody taller than himself.<br>They were clearly after an explanation as to why he was here, though he wasn't sure if the particular 'here' in question was the tavern itself, or the planet. <br>Or something else entirely, for that matter.<br><br>'I haven't drank since I was young. A considerable time ago, and I think it was primarily to rebel back then. Different time, different place. Can't stomach the stuff these days, tastes horrid. Not a fan of losing control, either, I have to say.' He tried for a third time, wording everything a little better this time.
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				Post by: <strong>Fahrahne</strong> on <strong>21-06-2015, 16:59:22</strong>
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				“At least you caught yourself, hmm?” Faeyrin had no knowledge it was a lie, or at least a cover, because the Doctor was both a charismatic man and a good liar. A reassuring smile was offered and then a hand reached for the ale so they could drink it instead. It didn’t tickle any fancies, fine wines such as merlot favored over this, but it was decent enough. They definitely had worse in their lifetime. <br><br>“Rebel,” The magi echoed the sentiment with delay after a hearty swig of that ale. “You still rebel. No offense intended but ‘lest your looks belie your skill, the rebellion in your clothes will get you mugged. More likely, sooner than later.” And it was quite possible the looks did just that, if the eyepiece were to be believed. Human looking - but not identified as one. The conjecture for now was an unknown shape shifting species. <br><br>But Faeyrin didn’t wish to allow the Doctor to think about it on his own terms. The demoni rose back up to both feet and extended a slender hand adorned with decorative rings as straight as they could in order to emphasize the assertion. Some of the rings were magical, and one looked to be a wedding ring. Relatively plain in design but it held a relatively large dark violet gem. Dragonstone. Yet...this was their <em>right</em> hand, not left. If that was queer to the Doctor and his eyes wandered to the left hand situated on an unremarkable hip, that too had a wedding ring. A very different kind, but a wedding ring indeed. If he were further deliberated with his reaction, the faint branding of a diamond could be seen in the palm of Faeyrin’s offered hand as well. <br><br>“Unless I wrongly judge, I do recommend you come with me before you find yourself shoved into a dark alley with several machete wielding ne'er-do-wells. I do not believe you need me to tell you that no such thing would happen with me by your side.” The hand did not move. It was even still as a statue.
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				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>21-06-2015, 17:33:16</strong>
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				There were no complaints as the glass was taken by the questionable company, and he watched them drink. The words they spoke after... Oh, they had no idea how right they really were. It was hard not to let a grin slip through. He had been a rebel his entire life. He had been robbed multiple times. Sure, mugging was a different thing, but he was used to having his possessions taken away.<br><br>Without another word, they stood and raised their hand to him. His gaze indeed lingered upon it for a few moments, reassurance that the only safe place in this town was with them.<br>It was a very strange situation for him. It was almost as though the roles had been reversed. Usually, he was the one who offered comfort and reassurance that no harm would come to his companions. He was usually the one offering his hand. The irony was not lost on him, and he took the hand, standing with a curious look in his eyes. <br>'No... No. I trust you...'
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				Post by: <strong>Fahrahne</strong> on <strong>21-06-2015, 19:09:55</strong>
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				“Then you are not as hair-brained as your first words led me to believe.” Faeyrin chuckled just once as they shook the Doctor’s hand briefly. Even if there was no rush, they liked their jobs to be swift because one never knew when a rush would suddenly occur. One of the house sending a mental broadcast for help. A god battle erupting. Tuskan meteor showers. The list went on and on. Though the first possibility was rare nowadays. The faint silver lining of a never-stable family was that none of them even called for help anymore. Maybe because the brunt of them are already dead. Faeyrin wasn’t the type to look for those answers, not since Ivory…<br><br>For this reason, they were already ducking out of the tavern and into the open and their strict grace was shown. The magi gestured for the Doctor to follow along and then kept both hands behind their back, shadowed by a white and blue cape with an intricate sewing of a wizard’s hat. Most likely to the Doctor’s relief, blatant telegraphing of one’s role in society seemed to be hung from backs...in some form or another. <br><br>“Faeyrin Eris Inimica-Lorraine. Matriarch of House Inimica and various titles I really do not care about anymore. Most just call me Faey. And you?” Their stride was long but slowed for the Doctor to keep pace and they had an evidently clear location they were heading to. Southward.
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				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>21-06-2015, 23:31:17</strong>
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				Almost in obedient manner, though mostly out of plain curiosity, the Doctor followed them outside of the tavern into the thick heat of the town once more. Outside, their height was even more impressive, and they stood a full foot taller than himself. Easily one of the tallest beings he had ever encountered... Something that dulled the fog in his mind, and kickstarted that curious spark inside of him once more.<br><br>They carried themselves with great dignity, something that was proven when they announced their titles. Matriarch certainly indicated female, though there was something about their stature and presence that suggested that may have been merely a title only.<br>'The Doctor. Just the Doctor. The titles are not relevant here, or are too boring and long to state. Take your pick. Other people have different names for me also, but I'm the Doctor to myself. Or, rather, I have been for the longest of times.'<br><br>The titles were not worth mentioning, though he would go into them if required. President Elect of the High Council of the Time Lords. Defender of the Laws of Time. Protector of Gallifrey. Keeper of the Legacy of Rassilon. The Oncoming Storm... The list was endless, and remembering them would not be easy for him, but they were there, if need be... Though they gave him the appearance of a man who was far more important than he actually was.
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				Post by: <strong>Fahrahne</strong> on <strong>22-06-2015, 02:06:15</strong>
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				The two were alike in that regard. Even ‘Matriarch’ implicated too much importance - only a remnant of days when they were remarkable in reputation, because no one answered to them anymore. Ironically, history had it that the more remarkable they became in every other regard, the less so they were in reputation. They knew there was something more endearing about their prior self. More unhinged, more passionate, and a little desperate. But they weren’t ever going to revisit those Morytanian days. Reputations meant bounty hunters, anyway. Always a pain. Always strive to be better than you were yesterday...but charisma was low on the priority list. <br><br>“Doctor...Doctor,” Doctor who? Oh, of course not. They’d never be so cliche, even unknowingly. “You just <em>look</em> like the title fits you. Look a little young to have a Doctorate’s degree, too, but you still just look to fit the part nonetheless.” It didn’t take long for the duo to reach where Faeyrin wanted to be. The southern outskirts that notably held a couple musical snake charmers eager to welcome tourists with desert intrigue. A stable that held...not horses...but magical carpets. None of them had minds or could be considered ‘animals’, but the magic that automated them was nigh flawless. And a pulsating violet portal fixated inside a granite archway. A glance was given to that portal, but Faeyrin didn’t approach any further. Content to simply stare into the evening horizon of the desert. It wasn’t an impressive sight, but to one acclimated to the sands, the optical illusion of humid heat distorting distant details could be comforting. <br><br>“But pray tell...Doctor of...what?”
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				Post by: <strong>Theta Sigma</strong> on <strong>23-06-2015, 20:48:54</strong>
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				'<em>Young?</em>' If only they knew... He shook his head and smiled slightly. He was more than aware that his looks were deceiving, but that didn't stop it from being amusing when people commented on it. Still, he was sure they would get to that in all due time. There were more pressing matters in this being's mind, he was sure.<br>Their journey was not a long one, and they came to a halt when they reached the outskirts... Which held curiosities such as a few interesting snake charmers and <em>magic carpets,</em> of all things! This world truly was amazing.<br>The heat out here was still a pleasant tingle. Still a stark reminder of his home world.<br>'A doctor of many things. Cheesemaking is quite a favourite. But science, though. Really.'
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