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paradisa2013-04-13 09:22 am
toobravehearted) wrote in paradisa2013-04-13 09:22 am
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- 4 - There is no witness so terrible, no accuser so powerful, as conscience which dwells within us.
[ "Check out this bone structure, Doctor, 'cause one day, you're going to be shaving it!"
It pays to be fastidious and he does think it befitting of him to at least be turned out presentable. He's long grown out of the bohemian style with mile long scarfs and the Edwardian cricketing gentleman is far more 'him'. It's a case of personal choice, not vanity.
Only half dressed right now and with a paisley dressing gown over his top half, he's in the bathroom of his castle room lightly humming a tune. Outright singing in the bathroom isn't unheard of for The Doctor, but a better mood than the one he has is required for it.
Instead he's thoughtful, mind occupied with the events of the last few days. The humming he's doing is attributed more to an absent minded habit as he shaves.
Yes. Time Lords do have to shave. It wouldn't do for him to grow a beard now, would it?
Swizzling the razor in the sink, he notices blood on the ends of his fingers. ]
Oh, well that's just typical. All of time and space and now I get a cut from shav-
[ Except there is no razor nick and the blood on his fingers is spreading. He stares at his hand and then the other; blood slick and horribly dark slides over the backs and palms of his hands, quickly making its way up his forearms. ]
Oh no. Now that's-
[ Dropping the razor he reaches for a towel. He's still got shaving cream on his face but that is forgotten for now while it's quickly apparent that the blood isn't going to come off of his hands. Catching sight of his reflection he stops stock still, stunned as he reads words on his body reversed in the mirror. ]
No, no, no! As if I need to be reminded?!
[ Striding out of the bathroom his first port of call is the journal, flipping through pages to see if there's anyone else or just him. He's conflicted to be seriously worried or relieved when he finds out he is not alone. Forcing his voice to be level, he dictates directly to the journal. ]
Anyone discovering... markings of some sort on their person, please... try to remain calm. You're not the only one's to have done so. As distressing as this is, I implore anyone affected to try not to panic. Yes, I know that's easier said than done. Some comfort can be taken in that we are in this together.
[ The Doctor debates before saying his next. He's not sure if offering will help in any way. But he is aware that some people here have powers, and there's no telling how they may cope if they end up bloodied like him. ]
Does- I mean to say- Anyone particularly affected and in distress... I can assist a little. I have an area in the TARDIS that promotes rest and calm. If anyone severely requires it... Please let me know.
It pays to be fastidious and he does think it befitting of him to at least be turned out presentable. He's long grown out of the bohemian style with mile long scarfs and the Edwardian cricketing gentleman is far more 'him'. It's a case of personal choice, not vanity.
Only half dressed right now and with a paisley dressing gown over his top half, he's in the bathroom of his castle room lightly humming a tune. Outright singing in the bathroom isn't unheard of for The Doctor, but a better mood than the one he has is required for it.
Instead he's thoughtful, mind occupied with the events of the last few days. The humming he's doing is attributed more to an absent minded habit as he shaves.
Yes. Time Lords do have to shave. It wouldn't do for him to grow a beard now, would it?
Swizzling the razor in the sink, he notices blood on the ends of his fingers. ]
Oh, well that's just typical. All of time and space and now I get a cut from shav-
[ Except there is no razor nick and the blood on his fingers is spreading. He stares at his hand and then the other; blood slick and horribly dark slides over the backs and palms of his hands, quickly making its way up his forearms. ]
Oh no. Now that's-
[ Dropping the razor he reaches for a towel. He's still got shaving cream on his face but that is forgotten for now while it's quickly apparent that the blood isn't going to come off of his hands. Catching sight of his reflection he stops stock still, stunned as he reads words on his body reversed in the mirror. ]
No, no, no! As if I need to be reminded?!
[ Striding out of the bathroom his first port of call is the journal, flipping through pages to see if there's anyone else or just him. He's conflicted to be seriously worried or relieved when he finds out he is not alone. Forcing his voice to be level, he dictates directly to the journal. ]
Anyone discovering... markings of some sort on their person, please... try to remain calm. You're not the only one's to have done so. As distressing as this is, I implore anyone affected to try not to panic. Yes, I know that's easier said than done. Some comfort can be taken in that we are in this together.
[ The Doctor debates before saying his next. He's not sure if offering will help in any way. But he is aware that some people here have powers, and there's no telling how they may cope if they end up bloodied like him. ]
Does- I mean to say- Anyone particularly affected and in distress... I can assist a little. I have an area in the TARDIS that promotes rest and calm. If anyone severely requires it... Please let me know.
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[Regrets and guilt, The Doctor is spoilt for choice, even at this 'young' age. He blinks and stares at the journal a very long moment before answering. Sincerity and gratitude in his voice far outweighs the words.]
I'm all right. Thank you.
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Good. Just - holler if you need me, yeah? She's coming back to the castle, so we'll be in my room, once we get back.
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I'd like to stop by, but not until she's comfortable and settled. Actually...
The area I mentioned... It has some healing properties. Certainly it can't hurt to help her recovery. If you wish to broach it with Nora you are welcome to make use of the Zero Room. Although I should imagine she may not want to move around too much at first when she's back at the castle.
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