Graelwyn wrote:
(response to Quatermass)
Myrrhdyn rolled her eyes slightly as she carried on into the house, slightly exasperated at the Timelord's insistance on using his scientific and technical jargon...all of which went slightly beyond her. She had had her day, of course, where she had revelled in all the new words, but in honesty, she was, although shrewd and intelligent, more simple in word and thought. They passed many doorways, each one made of heavy wood and carved with intricate Celtic Knotwork, a constant comfort and reminder of from whence she had come. Few knew that each pattern was a great deal more than simple carving, each being a keystone to another time... only one other person, in fact, knew of the true importance of these ancient symbols.
Stopping before a door at the very end of the left corridor, she performed an unusual and somewhat archaic motion with her hands and moved forwards as the heavy wood swung open to allow her admittance. The room within was almost medieval in appearance, its walls hung with all manner of unusual instruments and implements, a large, solid oak table and chairs taking up a greater part of the room... she wondered if this Dr had any inkling of what lay concealed beneath the wooden veneer...yet more of her heritage, oh, Merlin would laugh to see it now.
Once in the room, she did the same intricate hand motions and the door swung closed with a hefty bang. She then turned around to face her guest, hands braced on the table.
'Matter condensor? Ogres? Inhibitors? Really, Doctor, one of these days you will bring me one of those technical translators you have been promising me, so that I might fully understand what you say', a slight smile lifted her mouth for a brief moment before fading as quickly as it had arrived, 'I probably simply left the Ascalian portal a little too wide open... it is not the first time it has happened, and believe me, I have had worse than ogres decorating my home... ', she trailed off and hoped it would not be noticed that she had not mentioned the damned magic inhibitors...what use did she have for such science when she had her own inbuilt magic inhibitors, anyway?
After a few moments, she pulled out a chair, indicating he should sit down, 'I am assuming you want me to ease your discomfort...though in all honesty, considering it was your own foolhardy antics that left you in this predicament in the first place, I am tempted to leave you to suffer... ', her voice cracked slightly and she cleared her throat.
((I'm not meant to be the Doctor, or a Time Lord. My character has MET the Doctor, but Quatermass, as a character, is a cipher, an enigma. I'll ignore the parts about the Doctor and Time Lords, OK?))
"If you really meant to leave me to suffer, you would have thrown me out of the house. And you created this portal? You were risking the worse eldritch things coming here. I mean, not all squid-headed monstrosities are bad, once you get them the interdimensional equivalent of a good strong cuppa. But some..."
Quatermass trailed off.
"It's good to see you again....sucessor to Merlin."
Quatermass brought his twin blades out and laid them upon the table, making sure not to scratch it.
"These aren't exactly
Caladbolg, or what others call the
Excalibur, but they're still good swords.
Thanatos, the Death-Bringer, but used in the preservation of life.
Chronos, the Time-Keeper, but in the wrong hands, can cause devastation on a scale much larger than even the Death-Bringer."
He looked at Myrrhdyn.
"One of the few mentors I remember, the one you call "Doctor", he was once considered Merlin. I do not know whether he taught you, or perhaps it was another Merlin. In any case, many people, from the legendary warrior Arthur to the most humble of people sought Merlin's counsel. Besides the healing, I would request the same of you. I have just helped a lost soul be reunited with her love. The lost soul is called Dibble, changed by the Toymaker. She was reunited with her love, Tom. However, they very nearly weren't as her father, now an eldritch beast with nothing in his mind but destruction and consumption, tried to destroy them both. However, the father is gone, for now. This Tom, however, claims to know me, from milennia ago, before I can remember anything. However, attempts at the resurrection of said memories only resulted in the resurrection of my malady. I am also not certain whether revival of my memories is wise, or even possible, given the amount of wear and tear placed on it."
Quatermass knocked his head lightly and sheepishly with his fist.
"I feel committed to helping these two. But I know little about them. Do you have any counsel that I may consider?"
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13 Mar 2007, 9:17 pm
