On voice testing and muse unhappiness

[tragic_optimist]

So, you think yourself quite clever, don't you...what did you wish to call yourself? Mun? Mundane?

Whatever your moniker might be, I don't find it or the moniker you've stuck upon me amusing in the least. I am in mourning, in anger at what has happened to me. I have lost my best friend and my great grandson within recent memory. Their loses are fresh and raw wounds on my psyche, and now there are rumblings of war with their murderers by my own people. They can rot for all I care. Susan is the only one of out kind I would have needed, and with Earth the mess it is and the...the loss of Alex is quite the strain on her already. I cannot ask her, no matter how much I actually need companionship, to give up her time and be a compass for me at this point. Nor do I need a dense fool of a human like you to pretend to be me.

You don't understand my pain.

You never will understand it and I demand you leave me be.

Comments

[im_on_a_20]

Holy shit, you're like a god damned, self-pity party! And you're the only man there. Maybe ya should,mi don't know, move on Dawg.

[tragic_optimist]

You're assuming I had a choice in the matter of being forced into this ridiculous place. And frankly, Mister Jackson, you have very little to say on the matter.

You are Andrew Jackson, are you not? The swagger and brashness are hallmarks of your presidency, as is that ridiculous get-up. And of moving on, I just had my best friend die, as did my great-grandson. And you, mister "I won't rest until the Bank of the United States is dead" would tell me to move on? Poppycock.

[im_on_a_20]

Yeah, I fuckin' do. Ya know why? 'Cause that way you can focus all your attention on cappin' the punk-ass bitches who did it.

[You're talking to a guy whose only regret in life was that he couldn't kill enough people.]

'Sides, does it look like I fuckin' moved on, Dawg? I'm still here godamnit, talkin' to a ninny like yourself.

[tragic_optimist]

I already "capped" them. Or rather, Lucie did quite a bit of the work. Temporal vortexes and idiot time lords can do that.

And funny that you so worried about what a "ninny" like myself is doing. Go on and lead your nation to the worst slaughter of it's native peoples to date. Genocide is what you're good for, and I can't wait to see you eat your own words.

[ofdrumsthesound]

You wouldn't even save your oldest friend? Or did you assume I never got brought back?

[tragic_optimist]

I don't know who you are, but I suggest you keep-

Wait a second, what's wrong with you? Do I know you, and why should I not simply leave you be for assuming yourself to be as important as Lucie Miller?

[ofdrumsthesound]

You don't remember dear old Koschei? I'm hurt. *He grins madly.* It's always good to see a Doctor. Even one that doesn't like me much.

[tragic_optimist]

Oh, now I am quite aware of you. Tell me, did your wicked ways finally catch up to you or is your bitterness now eating you from the inside out? Either which way it may be, it will be no skin off my nose.

You have found me at a moment of very little mercy. I suggest you remove yourself from my presence and find some hole to crawl into.

[creator_of_the_daleks]

Ah Self-pity, at last you found a sentiment worthy of you're weak-heartedness, Doctor.

[tragic_optimist]

Davros. I could have sworn I'd left you to die, but you have quite the ugly habit of surviving things you aren't supposed to. Hello old friend. Are you here to gloat about the success of your little Dalek Time Controller? Or are you here to be the general nuisance you are? I haven't got the time nor the energy to put up with any foolishness from you, so I suggest you get to the point, so I can foil you and go on with my existence.

[creator_of_the_daleks]

Oh, I simply could not pass up the chance to rub salt in the wounds, my Daleks have giving you. Tell me O Great Oncoming Storm, how does it feel to know that every victory you ever won either by trickery or mere luck against the Daleks and myself was ultimately for naught?

[tragic_optimist]

The Oncoming Storm. That is a title I have not used for a while, not since I've had to deal with the vampires. Nasty things, they were. Blood sucking sycophants with a penchant for ridiculous plots and devastation, but always bested with clever thinking and even a proper sacrifice or two.

Stop me if this sounds familiar, Davros.

[anomalism]

Humans aren't so bad. They just need a bit of herding rescuing now and then.

Doctors Daughter! :D

[tragic_optimist]

No, no they aren't. But...it's not the fact that they're human, but the fact that I have lost them the way I did. I have been fighting Daleks for centuries now, I should know all their daft little tricks, and yet...I cannot prevent so many deaths at their hands. The Web of Time, Fixed Points, whatever you wish to call it, it' a fickle thing.

Ah, but you must not mind an old man yammering. I'm The Doctor. Who might you be?

Salutations!

[anomalism]

Oh. That's different. You've got my sympathies for your loss. [ Head tilt. ] Daleks are nasty pieces of work, so I hear. Haven't run into any yet. Willing to share any advice for getting rid of the things?


You're not the Doctor. You don't have his face.

Re: Salutations!

[tragic_optimist]

Run. Never try to reason with them. And I did mention the running, yes? Even people experienced in fighting Daleks do poorly in direct combat with them.

It seems you are another who knows me from another face, one later than my current time. But I assure you that I am indeed the Doctor. Unlike those I lost, I have a gift for surviving and changing faces.

[magsthewoof]

No one really understands someone's pain. But if you need some time, you're welcome to sit here and I'll get some tea.

[tragic_optimist]

*The Doctor sighs, but gives a small smile*

Tea would be most appreciated. Now, what teas do you-

*There's a pause, The Doctor giving Mags a critical eye*

My word, Mags! I haven't seen you in ages! Not since the mess with Cook and the Circus, at least. How are you?

[magsthewoof]

*She freezes, very few people even know about that anymore but then she turns and it registers clear in her eyes, even if he looks completely different.*

Doctor?

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

[Long pause, as Jack looks him over.]

"Ohh, it's definitely you. But I've never seen this face. In person, or in a file."

[A little hopeful, maybe this one is time-forwards of him, then?]

"...Doctor?"

[tragic_optimist]

I'm sorry, I've don't believe we've met, although you do seem familiar with me. Yes, I am the Doctor.

*There's a small smile*

It doesn't surprise me I'm on file somewhere. All my gallivanting about the time vortex is bound to have me on a register or two. But you have me at a disadvantage, mister...?

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

[An unamused chuckle. Wrong one, but, no reason not to be cordial to him anyway. There is a quick disappointed look on his face.]

"Captain, actually. Captain Jack Harkness. And, I guess we haven't met yet, for you. The joys of time travel, gets worse when you've got two time travelers. Always meeting up in the wrong order."

[the_maestro]

You'd think that, were a human to try and pretend to be somebody else, they'd choose a fellow with--ah, with a happier life.

[tragic_optimist]

One would think so, but there is a sort of sadism and masochism involved in plucking me from my life at this point.

[the_maestro]

So I'm given to understand. We all carry our scars, I suppose.