Oh god it's been sooooo long.

[fireiceandrage]

[There's a huge explosion, followed by lots of smoke billowing out of the Tardis and there's a man just about crying on the outside of it as he watches the billowing smoke rise out from the doors and into the nights sky]

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON'T DRIVE IT AROUND FOR YEARS AND THEN DECIDE TO JUST GO AT WARP 12 THROUGH COMMUNITIES, AND SPACE/TIME.

My poor darling....

WHaT IS WRONG WITH YOU MUNDANE!?~!

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[sharktoothtotem]

Do they ever really listen to us about stuff like that?

[Taylor looks at the blue box.] Though man, that is an antique.

[She's not saying it as a bad thing! As a treasure hunter she has an eye for amazing artifacts.] Though I didn't think they were big enough to hold more than one person, two if their friendly. Sorry, a few Aunts are British and I am totally showing how American I am by rambling aren't I?

[theballadeer]

[The Balladeer had heard the explosion from afar. The noise caused him to turn around, and notice the stream of smoke, barely noticeable in the night sky.

Someone sounds really angry, the immortal teen thought in amusement.

Curiously, he decided to go investigate. It's something for him do while waiting (impatiently) on his nearly useless mundane. This was one of those times in which he'd grow easily bored.

Upon following the trail of smoke and the sound of furious shouting, he stopped a few yards away to observe the man standing by a tall and damaged blue box. It looked to be made of some type of metal, with doors on it.

His lack of expression suddenly shifted to a friendly looking one as Scaramouche called out to the man, and waved.]

Hi! I couldn't help but overhear the commotion. Does that contraption belong to you?

[fireiceandrage]

It has been almost ten years and never once, as she ever, listened.

[And then they're talking about the TARDIS and he's forgotten all about his player. For now. Don't think he's done with you Mun.]

Oh yes? This old thing? quite an ancient thing. Still good thought.

Nothing wrong with rambling. You wont get me to state that! If I did I think I would be calling the kettle black for certain. I'm a bit of a ramblin' man myself.

[fireiceandrage]

[Oh he's so mad. So very furious. He's just going about wildly curising the name of the puppet master. But he stops and spins when he's addressed his mood almost taking itself out as it switches from one to the other.]

Oh yes. She does. And I swear, she's not always such a state!

[Except she might have been there before... once or twice...]

[theballadeer]

This large blue box must be very precious to you. Would you be able to get it repaired?

[Humans are such silly creatures over their belongings, calling them "he" or "she". He's never encountered a Time Lord before, so of course this immortal boy would assume this eccentric man to be a human. They're also pathetic, and little to no worth to Scara.

Saying these thoughts aloud would reveal his true colors. Whatever fun this could be would come to an abrupt end if he does.]

[He steps past the man to have a closer look at the blue box. He reads the lit up label above the two doors.]

Do you work for a police division, somewhere?

[Not that any sort of human police officer could ever catch and arrest him. Certainly not swiftly, and easily! Scara doesn't openly reveal his plans or true identity in public. He operates--and manipulates--from behind the scenes, and would be steps ahead of anyone who has the guts to pursue him.]

[sharktoothtotem]

Only about four for mine.

[Taylor grins] Beautiful piece. I'll admit I've only ever seen them in photos.

[She holds out her hand.] Taylor Lin. And I'd worry if anyone did have a serious problem with it. The ramblers are usually the ones with the best stories.