http://flowersinhell.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] flowersinhell.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2011-01-18 08:16 pm

An entirely expected visitation

Characters: Duma, The Eleventh Doctor
Content: The Time Lord visits the Angel
Setting: St Destino Hospital Chapel
Time: Week 28
Warnings: None



Duma had worked hard to make the dusty, disused chapel feel like home. Or as close to home as he could. He had raided every cupboard for candles, the stubs of two dozen different ages lined the pews and altar. He had dusted well, shifting the grime of disuse until the air was no longer thick to breathe. He had pens and old paper, even a nest of sorts, from appropriated pillows in the far corner.

Under the skylights, in three rusted metal buckets, Duma's seeds were beginning to sprout. One group was a lush, light green, and seemed to flicker with the little noises that filtered in from other places. Another was dark and tangly, and grew faster in the moonlight. The last was straggly and dull, and it took all of Duma's patience to make it grow.

The Angel walked purposefully around with a piece of paper, lighting each candle in turn, then he sat down to listen and wait. Nothing in his demeanor betrayed that he was nervous.

Duma was expecting a guest.
ext_1010259: (Soft smile)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
It had been awhile since the Doctor had been to this hospital - and really, who could have expected an angel to live here? The place was creepy, dank and dark and... had a chapel. Of course it did. Then again, he hadn't exactly had time to really wander about the last couple of times, having been preoccupied with Flonne's condition. The angel was quite the sight, too; it was exceedingly nice to see an angel and not having it be of the "weeping" variety.

The Time Lord stepped carefully so as not to disturb his host and gave a little wave when he was sure the other wasn't being distracted by candles. "Hello. Nice place."
ext_1010259: (I have a doctorate in silly walks)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-01-19 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
The Doctor gladly (and vigorously) shook the hand of his latest acquaintance as he grinned widely, and sat down easily, looking about himself with interest. Ah, creepy chapels. Sometimes, he thought the universe didn't have enough spooky places. He read the paper - hadn't Duma already introduced himself as the Guardian of Silence? - and nodded. "Good to meet you," he responded with a soft chuckle, understanding completely. Obviously, a Guardian of Silence wouldn't be well-suited to speech.
ext_1010259: (Finger poke of doom)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-01-19 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
It must be known that the Doctor liked just about everything that wasn't trying to kill him (and even then, there were exceptions). He looked over in Duma's direction as the message hit his brain and nodded. "Hear you?" he replied. "Of course I can hear you. Even if I weren't psychic, I would have heard that." It definitely stood to reason that angels - proper angels, mind - would be psychic, given the mythos surrounding them.
ext_1010259: (Soft smile)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
Too good, or not. Truth be told, the Doctor was neither. Holding back the flood of memories which had taught him those lessons, he smiled back and shook his head. "Neither. I prefer to be considered an experienced newbie. No, don't call me a newbie. That word's rubbish. But you get my point." He chuckled, never above laughing at himself (except sometimes he was, but now wasn't it). "I've been exploring the great unknown since I was... well, the First Doctor." Fond memories, those, even if they were bittersweet.
ext_1010259: (Lend an ear)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor nodded. "You've got it right," he replied. "And some of them were. Some... not quite." His smile turned rueful, though it definitely remained a smile. "They're gone, now." Normally, he'd mind a stranger ask him so many questions; he didn't even like people he knew asking questions like that. Now, however, was different; he doubted Duma would blabber on to anyone about him, especially if he was really who he said he was.

"Except for the Master," he continued after a moment as his expression grew serious. "He's another Time Lord, and he's not to be trusted. Oh, and the other me, the tenth me. But he is to be trusted."
ext_1010259: (Soft smile)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-01-21 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that was... somewhat new (although Jabe came to mind). The Doctor smiled softly at Duma, giving him a slight nod. "Thank you." It seemed his new friend was empathic, as well. That wasn't surprising, but it was strange how many of the legends he'd heard and read over the years apparently turning out to be true. Even if this wasn't his universe, nor the other a member of it, it was still quite the discovery.

"Let's see," he replied, pushing the previous subject from his mind, "not long, really. Just a few weeks, almost a month. And you?"
ext_1010259: (World of trouble)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-01-21 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
It was nice to have someone who seemed to understand and didn't prod any further. But then, most of the Doctor's companions had known better than to pry. Most of the time. Some of the time... sometimes. But never mind that; something seemed to be wrong. "Kidnapped?" he repeated incredulously, a serious look coming over his face. "This girl was kidnapped? Who kidnapped her? Why? What happened?"

Well, so much for a nice, relaxing visit where absolutely nothing went wrong. Of course, if things went smoothly all the time, he wouldn't know to keep on his toes.
ext_1010259: (Soft smile)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-01-23 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that was better, at least. It didn't sound like the girl was in any sort of danger at the moment, which meant the Doctor wouldn't have to go bursting in and saving her. "Well, then, that's not so bad. I do wonder why he's going to all the trouble to insist he's her kidnapper, though." Maybe he just had trouble spitting the truth out, or maybe he had something in mind. He looked back over at Duma when he spoke into his mind again, chuckling a bit. "Maybe, but maybe the rules are different here," he said softly. "Or maybe there are no rules."
ext_1010259: (Finger poke of doom)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-01-23 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Clearly, Duma was bothered. The Doctor couldn't help but catch a flash of someone looking rather stern and disapproving, but brushed it off; that must have been an accident. "Maybe," he replied thoughtfully, "or maybe the point of the whole thing is 'no rules.' Look at it! It's pulling in people from places that don't even exist! Well, they obviously do, but most of it's, well, fairy tales." He chuckled to himself, remembering how he'd reacted when he'd discovered just who Lumiere was. "It's breaking the very rules of the universe, this place... or maybe they're following their own, like you said. I dunno, that's something to chew on, isn't it?"
ext_1010259: (Sonic it; that always works)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-01-24 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Rules were meant to be broken. Or bent. Or followed, if they were reasonable. Sometimes. "I think you're right, Duma," came the response, the Doctor looking thoughtful again. "But where could I possibly find the creator?" It was doubtful that such a person would be so eager as to show themselves, much less admit what they were up to. Even so, it would be worth a try, wouldn't it? He'd just have to wait and see... and quite probably prod around a bit on the message boards. What the hell; they'd been useful before, and maybe drawing a bit of attention would yield the results he needed.
ext_1010259: (Soft smile)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-01-24 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"I hope so, too," said the Doctor. "But really, I doubt we're anywhere near the bottom. Of the castle, maybe, but nowhere else." He absolutely loved the intricacies and twists of this place so far, even if some of it - okay, a lot of it was worrying, but that wasn't the point. He smiled at Duma. "I'd like that very much," he replied with a nod, "and I don't mind doing the asking." The Doctor loved asking around; it gave him the opportunity to get to know more people and sniff about, so to speak. It would do him good.
ext_1010259: (Lend an ear)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-01-27 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd run into long-forgotten gods and the like before, but Duma's experiences, so far, didn't seem to match up with his. Definitely from an alternate, then. Or maybe the Doctor's world was the alternate here. Who knew? "Sounds interesting," replied the Doctor, disentangling himself from his thoughts. Maybe he could catch a glimpse, somehow - but then, alternates were never anything to mess or meddle with, not that it had stopped him before.
ext_1010259: (Possibly shiny thing over there)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-01-29 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, now, that was interesting. The Doctor stood up, stretching a bit, and grinned. "Are you kidding? Of course I would! It's be like Christmas all over again." Well, except for the fact that he usually ended up saving the world on Christmas. Maybe. He was sure it was an illusion, or perhaps a memory; there was no teleporting out of the castle (or else Duma surely would have gathered people up and gotten them out by now). "I'd love to see it." He took the angel's hand and held on tightly, as asked, still grinning. "Lead the way."
ext_1010259: (Lend an ear)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-02-03 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
This was brilliant! He'd looked through other people's memories before, but that was nothing like this. This was so much more intense, as though it was unfolding before their eyes instead of already in the past. The Doctor looked up at Duma in amazement, about to exclaim at his abilities, when he noticed the difficulty the other was having. Maybe it was best to stay quiet, never mind that he was positively bursting with curiosity. He could always ask later, especially since he didn't know what would happen, should Duma lost his concentration. Most likely, they'd simply return to the chapel, but one never knew. Best not to take risks for now.

So he merely listened attentively, absorbing the information with ease. Once gain, he couldn't help but note how nice it was to run into angels when they were actually the proper sort, never mind the "kind assassins" he'd run into once before.
ext_1010259: (Soft smile)

[identity profile] shout-geronimo.livejournal.com 2011-02-14 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't push yourself," said the Doctor. He'd seen enough to know what Duma was talking about. There was no question that it was a painful memory to the other, even with the explanation of it happing right then and there (and really, it wasn't too hard to grasp, especially considering that he was usually the one explaining just that to his companions); it must have been difficult for Duma to relive that time.

Putting a hand on the lonely angel's shoulder and giving a compassionate nod, he continued. "I understand. And really, thank you for trusting me with this." It hadn't been the only reason Duma had acted, obviously, but it seemed the most important. Duma clearly needed a friend, and the Doctor was more than willing to fulfill that role.