doctorfive, can you please explain how Five survived?
// Sure. I’m not on this blog anymore as often as my Marvel ones but here I am. *cracks knuckles*
That “my story” introduction was the starter to an introduction RP, that’s why it ends that way. So the other player can post. But basically, Five used— ehem— the enzymes from Peri’s mouth to metabolize his own cure while he slipped into a healing trance.
It was a Gallifeyan-y explanation that BASICALLY involved him giving Peri a deep-throating kiss. There, said it. Even if Five won’t.
There was an exploding spark of surprise as the Mara jabbed Turlough’s thumb into the base of his neck, as the Doctor felt his vision fuzz and his legs begin to fold under him.
"Won?" he managed to squeak out with a smile as his head went light. "Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Mara." He collapsed into the floor in an undignified pile and sprawled into complete unconsciousness.
"Of course!" The Doctor offered a quick squeeze to the anon. "How does that suit you?"
Being is the Classic Who fandom completely warps your sense of humor because “No not the Mind Probe” is not an objectively funny phase and yet we laugh at it regularly
Well…I couldn’t just leave these lying around, could I?
He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And… he’s wonderful.
Her eyes widened and it was only pure shock at his assumption that kept her silent until he walked away. He was only five or six good strides away before she took off after him, gripping his sleeve when she caught up and using it to propel herself around to face and stop him.
"Wait a minute! I never said anything about wanting to go home." She released his coat and suddenly gave him an astonished grin. "Frankly, I’m a little insulted that you think I would quit so easily, Doctor."
He stopped short when she caught him and glanced down at her. “Perpugilliam. I didn’t believe I would ever see you again. You are right. Do you want to go home again? Rather silly of me to assume it would be the same.” The Doctor smiled faintly.
"Ah, you may not know me that well, but I know you better than you know yourself, Doctor."
The youth stuck her arm out to the taller man.
"Madeline Rueso, mage, biochemist, and future companion."
He kept his hands to his pockets and frowned slightly, a little wary of anyone who claimed to know him better than himself and was trying so hard to get into his TARDIS. “Ah. Exploring the past then?”
"Oh, there’s nothing to listen to. Hasn’t been for awhile, I suppose. I’m just—crazy."
"Ah." He was silent for several seconds, and he took the time to plunge his hands into his pockets and stare at the ground. "I suppose ‘crazy’ is relative. I’ve been called mad myself. I just— ah— I’m just here should you ever…"