dear_mun | migrating a doctor who oc; xposted

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[Nyx stares for a long, long while, arms crossed, before finally breathing out, an annoyed huff of a smile.]

Right. So. You don't have a plan. Don't have anywhere you're sending me to. Barely even know anybody over here, let alone any sorta place that'd be interested in me.

You know, normally I'm all about charging in on a whim--bust down doors, punch a stuffed shirt in the face, set off some fireworks, that sort of thing. But this? [She gestures around.]

This is my fucking life. Go and find somebody else to torment; I've had enough of that to last me a damn long time.

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Someone's always messing with us, dear. Would you prefer Rassilon, or maybe the Eternals?

[Oh, wow, great.]

Don't recall asking you.

And yet I'm here to answer! *He laughs, only slightly maniacally for once.* It's not like there are a surfeit of Gallifreyans to ask, you know.

You know, wasn't aiming to ask any of them, either.

Well, they do tend to be crazy, eminently unhelpful or both. So good point.

Hello! Have we met before?

No. Think I'd remember. [The bow tie or the reputation? Hard to say.]

Yeah, see, the problem is that these peeps are up in our business all the goddamn time. They're the dildos and we're the porn stars in the most pornographic fucking silicon gangbang ever put to film, and they ain't going anywhere but straight up the ass to wiggle you around like a naked muppet.

[Thanks for the imagery, Dave.]

'S not like trying to change it ends in anything but dead ends and dead yous, though. At least when you're puppeted around, you've got someone there to switch out your filling when it gets too battered, you know?

[Wow, nice hoodie pajamas, kiddo.]

Much as I like the idea of calling my mun a dildo, not entirely sure the metaphor works here, kid. Unless you're using telepathic parasites for your fun, and as far as I'm concerned, you damn deserve what happens to you if you're that dumb.

But let's skip to the part of the conversation when I'm not talking about porn with a twelve-year-old.

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[Yeah he knows. They're the best. Perfect for cuddling into, always clean, plush-soft...]

Man I'm like sixteen, bro.

[... Is that all, Dave?

Apparently yes.]

Cool. Congrats. I'm two hundred fifty.

[Still sorta not legal. Probably. At least with humans; other species with other lifespans are another can of worms entirely.]

Shit, really? You look not a day over a century. Like, still in the stage of your life where you're someone's hot mom, not their hot granny, you know?

[Dave..........]

So're you immortal or just an alien? Or both, I guess, I've met a few immortal aliens but they were way greyer and hornier than you.

[DAVE..............]

[Dave stop. Dave no.]

You this talkative with everybody?

[She shrugs.] Both.

[And please, please mean 'horns,' please mean 'horns,' please mean 'horns.']

[DAVE YES!]

No. [Yes.] One of my best friends is morally opposed to sexy interspecies makeouts, so I make sure to flirt with every alien I meet. I'm filling out a bingo card with everything he yells about me about how much I'm fucking up romance by doing that, it's pretty great.

So, like, speaking of, you're immortal, I'm immortal...

[He's waggling his eyebrows above his shades. We're right back to DAVE NO, I think.]

Sure you don't want a relationship counselor instead?

[But that little bit gets her attention.]

Sounds like there's a story there, d--

[Nyx bites off her standard 'Doll' at the last moment. Let's not give him more ammunition.]

Dave, [he fills in for her, with a tiny smirk that is almost definitely the most annoying smirk ever sighted on a teenaged boy's face.] And there sure is a story.

[He pauses, totally intending to make her dig for it, but-- man, she's willingly listening to him right now--]

So like three fucking years ago, this game comes out, right? I wasn't even going to play the damn thing, my jam was shitty skateboarding games, but then it turns out this game is some kind of insane universe seeder and if I didn't play my friends would probably all die-- you know, normal shit like that--

[Nyx should get comfortable: Dave is going to ramble the whole story of Homestuck to her up until the part he dies and comes popping out of the green sun as a god, like pus from a really big gross zit. That zit got popped so fucking hard, bro, it was pinched by the nails of The Rock himself, etc etc etc.]

Keikophnyxol. [Oh, his name began with a D? That's fairly lucky.

She's listening, but lasts until he's describing the "bomb-ass crow" that got killed, before Nyx just cuts him off.]

You've got thirty seconds.

Uh, okay. So an omipotent asshole from another universe told us that blowing up this thing called the Green Sun (it's a big green sun) would nerf the teleporting dog asshole I was going to tell you about who was the final boss, so me and my sister went to do that shit, but there wasn't a sun and instead we accidentally blew up two universes (I think?) and made it and died on some game resurrection bullshit and popped out of the sun all sparkling and immortal. Also making it made some new asshole the ultimate boss. So now I've got a cool cape and I'm a god of time and I'm traveling on a meteor with some aliens and my sister when I'm not getting bossed around by the chick with my strings in her hands.

[That's probably more than thirty seconds, but he got it out as fast as he could, at least? He grabs a big breath after that sprint of rambling, then lets it out slow and adjusts his glasses.]

So, you know, the usual way of getting immortal.

[Yeah you're so cool, Dave. Really.]

[More than thirty seconds, but limited digressions. She'll take what she can get.

There's more than a few references and phrases she doesn't quite understand, but Nyx can fill in the blanks. She's never heard of a game--video game, probably, if he's human--that could impact reality on this scale; but just because she hasn't heard of it doesn't mean it's impossible. But at the end of it, one thing sticks with her, and Nyx needs to clarify it.]

You're a God of Time.

Yeah, I guess you could say I've achieved--

[He pauses dramatically, lowering his face a little. The pause lasts too long, then he flips his hood over his hair and finger-guns at her.]

-- Godhood.

[Nyx should know that she's conversing with a complete doofus, if she couldn't tell already.]

[...

...]

The worst part is that somehow explains everything.

Dude, I've got complete mastery over the english language, of course it explains everything.

But also, getting to be a god is, like, kind of easy in that shitty-ass game, because if you're meant to be playing then you're meant to become, like, the more... [He waves a hand a little.] You're supposed to be the gods of the universe you create. Just because we screwed the pooch on that doesn't mean the mechanics aren't there, y'know?

So how about you? How'd you get to be immortal?

Maybe. Depends on how big your--[She rolls her shoulders in a sort of lazy shrug]--Godly Domain is. You had any authority where I'm from, I can tell you that you sure as hell screwed up.

Was born like this. [Said so easily, so deadpan, it might be tricky to tell if she's serious.]

'Setting off some fireworks'?

[Bel grins, kicking its heels against the short wall it is perched on for heel-kicking convenience. It's so it looks casual and unthreatening, despite its crisp grey uniform and the gun-like thing at its hip.]

Did you do that at the same time as punching people in the face, because that's a story I'd want to hear. I'll trade you one in return, if you like.

[Nyx--well, she doesn't relax, exactly, but becomes a touch less withdrawn. Her posture loosens a bit.]

Sometimes you just really need somebody to get an explosion to the face.

Believe me, I understand completely. Some people's attitudes would just be so improved with a few third-degree burns. [Grinning wider, it leans forward to offer a handshake and introduce itself,] Captain Bel Thorne, Dendarii Free Mercenaries. A pleasure to meet you, ma'am.

[Story trade is still up for offer, but it's willing to let that wait until they get introductions down.]

[Now she will smile, taking Bel's hand in hers. Firm shake.] Keikophnyxol. No "ma'am" needed.

Then it's a pleasure to meet you, Keikophnyxol. [Not the longest or most complex name Bel has run into, in its intergalactic travels! And no titles or aristocratic silliness, either; those are hard for a born Betan like it to keep straight.]

So... did you have the fireworks on hand, or was it a happy coincidence that they were there when you needed them?

You too, Bel. [Nyx just isn't going to really go for the title. Not her bag.]

I like being prepared. [It's said with the same tone of voice as if she'd brought an extra change of clothes.]

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