(An independent RP blog for the Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who run by Lucky, The Star/Witch Of Space.)
I travel through time and space, and keep watch over as much as I can. But, when I'm not busy taking care of anything that's happening (well, as long as it's not four things and a lizard), I can always spare a little time for a conversation.
"Ah— I suppose its just kind of morals that my parents taught me when I was a kid. Well, more of a kid than I am now," he amended. "And its just kind of stuck. Curse of having hippies as parents?" he shrugged. But the smile on his face suggested he really didn’t think it was a curse.
"Y’know, the whole one love, peace love happiness, violence doesn’t solve anything kind of thing."
The Doctor shrugged. “Well, your parents are most certainly on to something, I’ll give them that. They’re right—Violence isn’t the answer. But, still, if someone’s hassling you, Rory, you can fight back, if you need to. Or… Hold on a tick, I’ve got an idea.”
He tried to get up, then hit his head on the staircase above him. “Ow! Okay, more like I’ve got an idea, and pain. Lots of pain! But—You can always try non-violent retribution, eh?”
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"No, I do help with patients," he responded with a small shake of his head. "I’m just filling out release forms for a patient so he can finally go home. Poor guy has been here long enough."
"Uh— Alright," he chuckled, not really sure what to make of this. Something about him seemed very… familiar. But it was probably nothing.
"Oh, ouch. Well, I hope that whomever they are, they feel better soon. Still, that paperwork is a beast. There’s a reason I’m more of a freelancer. I mainly do house calls,” Ten explained, hoping that if he bs’d an alibi, he’d seem far more credible to to incredulous Rory. “You thinking of becoming a Doctor, too, or staying a Nurse?”
"What’s a weeping angel?" Donna asked as they reached the hotel cluster. "And how can an angel be scary? Aren’t they suppose to be good?"
"Ooh, how to explain… All right. Well, abridged version: They aren’t actual angels. I’ve met actual angels before, and trust me, they aren’t them. Weeping Angels are monsters meant to look like angels. They feed on potential energy—They send their prey back in time, so that they’ll die far, far before they normally should.”
He sighed. “They are scary because they are quantum-locked when they’re being observed. But, as soon as you look away—!”
Ten made a gesture with his hands to demonstrate. “They move. They come after you.”
It hissed a hollow cicada rattle. “Yesssss„,our kin have not forgotten…” it begrudgingly admitted. “Ssssso many of usss losssst…by your unfeeling hand, Doktor….mere casssualties to you and Dalek-kind alike…where, then, would you have ussss live?”
The Doctor growled. “Unfeeling? Unfeeling?”
He went right into the creature’s face. “Don’t you dare say that I was unfeeling! I can hear every single being who died in that war, in my head! It never ends! Don’t you dare say that you’re nothing more than a casualty. Do you think I’ve forgotten? I’ve never forgotten! How could I, when I can hear their voices, screaming, right this second?!”
Ten stood there a moment, catching his breath, panting.
After a moment, he’d collected himself enough to spit out, “…I’d take you to a deserted planet, just like your home planet. But, only if you promise to retreat peacefully. Otherwise…” His words trailed off.
"…Do you really want to find out?”
Rory’s eyes widened as he listened to him. His jaw dropped slightly. He had never heard someone tell him that. Not his friends, not his family— No one. Not that his family didn’t love him. He knew that they did. He’d just never heard that from them before— That he was important.
"Y’think so?" he asked after a moment, regaining the ability to speak. He looked down, smiling some in response. "Thanks. Wish the other kids would see me with some respect so they wouldn’t pick on me so much, but I guess I gotta earn that."
"Doctor? Alright— Well, its easy to remember." he responded.
"Respect does have to be earned," He explained earnestly, "But, what you need from others is common decency. Honestly, they’re being nasty to you. Why don’t you fight back?” Ten asked, wondering if Rory ever had fought back.