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soveryhuman) wrote2011-11-18 05:56 am
soveryhuman) wrote2011-11-18 05:56 am
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004 ▶ it ended with a twist of fate
[ Everyone running around wild and crazy, experiencing horrible visions, having to face up to their fears, their weaknesses- a turn in events that would be unsettling in any place, on any day. Rory is not what one could call an exception to such a turn in events, unfortunately. His general reaction is... to don his fairly recently regained set of Roman active wear.
He's not sure how it wasn't obvious to him so much sooner; a 1950s town, all white picket fences and completely deranged. Being married to Amelia Pond, when that was- when that was impossible. Still had to be another eight-hundred years left before that. None of it was possible. None of it was ever real, and how could he not have known? Getting caught up in the illusion (the incredibly vivid illusion, god) was unforgivable. The Doctor had said he'd probably go mad waiting, but he'd never thought he'd allow himself to.
Rory had a duty to see to- the most important person in the universe to protect. He couldn't let her down, could he? Not again. Keep her safe.
So finding what he was protecting would probably be a good idea.
People are likely to catch him a) wandering through Mayfield like a man possessed, steadily on the search for something, something is of the utmost importance. Or b) it's entirely possible he thinks he's found what he lost and has taken up standing diligently by it for hours on end- he obviously hasn't really, so here's hoping you didn't urgently need to climb that tree, check the mail, drive that car. Alternatively, during option c) there are moments now and again where his expression flickers between curiously blank and abjectly terrified because he would swear something is poking at his mind, telling him what to do and occasionally trying to make him do it- can't be happening, that, not again, he thought that was over with--
Yeah, it's not quite so likely he'll be a grand conversational partner during the final option. ]
He's not sure how it wasn't obvious to him so much sooner; a 1950s town, all white picket fences and completely deranged. Being married to Amelia Pond, when that was- when that was impossible. Still had to be another eight-hundred years left before that. None of it was possible. None of it was ever real, and how could he not have known? Getting caught up in the illusion (the incredibly vivid illusion, god) was unforgivable. The Doctor had said he'd probably go mad waiting, but he'd never thought he'd allow himself to.
Rory had a duty to see to- the most important person in the universe to protect. He couldn't let her down, could he? Not again. Keep her safe.
So finding what he was protecting would probably be a good idea.
People are likely to catch him a) wandering through Mayfield like a man possessed, steadily on the search for something, something is of the utmost importance. Or b) it's entirely possible he thinks he's found what he lost and has taken up standing diligently by it for hours on end- he obviously hasn't really, so here's hoping you didn't urgently need to climb that tree, check the mail, drive that car. Alternatively, during option c) there are moments now and again where his expression flickers between curiously blank and abjectly terrified because he would swear something is poking at his mind, telling him what to do and occasionally trying to make him do it- can't be happening, that, not again, he thought that was over with--
Yeah, it's not quite so likely he'll be a grand conversational partner during the final option. ]
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[ A very brief hesitation, then. ] And I can walk with you for a while. If you want. It's safer to travel with someone else out here, and I haven't got anything to stand still for yet.
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Are you sure? ...I think... you might end up seeing my hallucinations, too, if we spend too long together.
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Um. You... still look a little bit like my dad, but. If I know you already, this is Lucas. And if I don't... it's nice to meet you.
And thanks.
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Time and universes are stupid things. ]
Oh. Right. I'm Rory. And it's really no problem.
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[And it takes him a few moments before the flash of recollection hits. When he glances up again, the face of Flint is gone entirely, to his relief.]
Mr. Williams, right? It's nice to meet you in person.
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...I thought I might be able to walk it off. There was someone who fixed me the last time, but, um. I'm not sure how to do it, exactly.
[pause]
Do you mind if I ask what a Roman centurion is?
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A centurion is an infantry commander- well, not an entire army or anything, but I had soldiers under my command and everything. Good men.
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You mean... you worked in an army?
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[He seems troubled for a moment or two. Perhaps Rory might understand why if he's drawn far enough into Lucas's thoughts that he can see the Pigmask troopers that take this opportunity to run down the streets towards them.
But armies weren't all the same. There were... lots of people in the army who weren't bad, per se. ...Isaac. His brief hallucination flickers and vanishes as he glances up and nods.]
That's... neat. I don't think I've met any centurions before.
[Something of a lame way to continue the conversation, but it was an effort.]
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Yeah, there... aren't really any people around who have. Apart from me.
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[...awkward pause.]
So, um. I'm going to go this way. ...Don't step on the violin, I think it's actually a squirrel.
[And Lucas begins to walk.]
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Walking along. ]
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[Lucas glances around.]
...Stop me if I try to talk to anyone again.
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I promise to.