Hate is good for you

[ofdrumsthesound]

Yes, yes, humans are idiots. You're preaching to the choir here, dear. But since you can't actually sic me on them, I suggest you get a little sleep. There will always be fools, you'll just have to get used to them.

At least the bastards didn't succeed in making you believe their cruel words. I know you're better than they are--even if I'm still better than you. You're worth keeping, at least. You've lasted longer than Lucy did, I think I'm almost proud.

If the idiots try to attack you here I'll eat them, so go off and have fun. Deal?

Comments

[gather_ye_rosebuds]

Do you make a habit of eating people?

[ofdrumsthesound]

Something of one, yes.

[gather_ye_rosebuds]

Really.

[She's more intrigued than anything.]

What do they taste like?

[ofdrumsthesound]

Pork, veal and a bit of lamb, all mixed together.

[oh_young_mariner]

You are a good friend to your mun. XD

[ofdrumsthesound]

I didn't mean to be, but I suppose I've turned into one anyway.

I don't suppose your mun is a Doctor Who fan? We can always do with more Doctors.

[oh_young_mariner]

It happens. Even monsters get attached.

My mun is a fan, but she's never really played anybody but me. I get along well with Who-verse people, though. That's why I sometimes say hello if I meet one out here in the wide world.

[ofdrumsthesound]

And I never asked to be a monster in any case.

If she'd like to try someone new, a Ten would always be loved.

[oh_young_mariner]

Nobody does, really -- as far as I can see.

I'll relay the message to her. Heh, she'd take a year to review the canon, though. She's one of those unfortunates whose minds have been hopelessly warped by the habit of literary analysis.

[ofdrumsthesound]

True. Although some people at least take the path on their own. I never controlled my steps, not really.

Silly girl. *He smiles slightly.* What is your world like, if I may ask?

[oh_young_mariner]

How did it come about? I know less about you than my mun knows.

*smiles back, in agreement regarding the silliness of his mun*

My world...

Well, I have a complex history, in several worlds. I'm originally from twentieth-century Japan. I lived kind of a constricted life. Study, study, study. Martial arts. Got murdered at the age of sixteen, and was offered a job as a soul reaper. Was snatched out of the Afterlife one day and plunked into a universe that consisted of nothing but a prison. Tried to organize an escape, failed, died again. Was reborn into a nineteenth-century world in which huge steel warships could fly, and I was a gunner on one of them, and there was always a war. Volunteered for an expedition to that world's arctic ocean, and died when our ship broke apart in a storm. Found myself transported to a world that consists of nothing but a forest and a mansion, and not much happens except for the occasional murder amongst the residents, and sometimes the Dark Lord sends his wolves out to try and chew us up.

My mun says I'm an AU character. I can't see myself as being from only one place anymore, and I identify with all my lives.

[ofdrumsthesound]

The High Council psychically tortured me to make me into a key for the Time Lock. You wouldn't understand the rest, Time Wars are insanely complicated.

Basically, I hear war drums in my head. If I'm not violent enough for them they get loud enough to hurt, then too loud to think.

[oh_young_mariner]

The insane complication I can believe. If you can have Time Agents and a Doctor who never seems to die but comes back a little different each time, there's got to be a whole complex canvas of events behind them, doesn't there? And of course, there'd be wars. Whenever there's a new technology that gives access to a new power or a new territory, there's a war.

So you are being internally driven, by something from the outside, or something that was placed in you? How very difficult that must be!

[oh_young_mariner]

For whom are you lonely?

[ofdrumsthesound]

My whole species.

[oh_young_mariner]

You're the only one that's left? What happened to them?

[ofdrumsthesound]

There was a War.

One other survived, and he was the one who would up having to end it. So he has a guilty conscience the size of a large star.

[oh_young_mariner]

One other besides you? And who was that?

[ofdrumsthesound]

The Doctor. My oldest friend, worst enemy, and the poor bastard who had to end the War.

[brofin]

You c-can't jussst eat people. Even the Tandu aren't allowed t-to do that.

[ofdrumsthesound]

I don't listen to the laws made by food.

What are Tandu?

[brofin]

Big ssscary insect things. They ussse reality warping client races and are about-t as cold as you can get. But they st-till don't get to eat people. That'sss how you keep any kind of civilization running. If you do, you're not doing yourssself or your mun any favors.

[ofdrumsthesound]

It's not my fault I'm mentally ill. Blame Rassilon and his idiot lackeys on the Council.

[brofin]

It'sss your fault if you k-keep eating people. If you're really mentally ill, check yourssself in to a shrink

[ofdrumsthesound]

They don't help. Constant psychic torture can't be logicked or medicined away.