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Character(s): Luxord, The Eleventh Doctor
Content: A secret meeting between the keepers of time to discuss an event of particular interest to Luxord.
Setting: Matteus Museum of Art
Time: Week 30, half an hour after this public post.
Warnings: DUMBLEDOOR DI--I...I mean..Uh. None.

After quite an intriguing stroke of luck, Luxord had the opportunity to communicate with one of the lords of time he'd heard tell of here and there across the message boards they had set up. Their conversation had gone well enough for his tastes until finally, his curiosity got the best of this particular, knowledge-hungry nobody.

Thus, with his cloak still on and his hood down, he stepped from a portal, arriving just within the doors of the Matteus Museum precisely on time.

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The Doctor had never been to the museum before, but he liked it already. Still, the paintings of gryphons and dragons had made him nostalgic; he'd been alive, though rather young, when they'd gone extinct. As he looked over the paintings and sculptures near the entrance, wracking his brain for clues as to where he was, he caught a flash of black in the corner of his eye and turned to notice the hooded figure.

He had no idea who the person was, though it was almost certainly a man, judging by the build, so he simply gave a cheerful little wave for no good reason and went back to looking, waiting for whoever it was he was supposed to be meeting.

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Luxord was a man of wealth and class, but he'd seen what the museum had to offer. Impressive and interesting though it was, his interest wasn't in the paintings this time, but his guest. Luckily, most regular users were incapable of posting anonymously, thus he'd an idea of what this Doctor looked like from the photo provided in his journal.

As he caught sight of the wave, his attention turned to see that the Doctor had arrived. He returned the polite gesture with a nod of his head and turned to approach him.

"The Doctor, I presume?" Now, Luxord was very capable of dark dealings, but he was also an intelligent charmer. And as such, he was conscious of where he stood, and kept a polite distance between himself and this other man despite having his hood down to show his face--a gesture that wasn't simply for the sake of well-learned politesse on his part.

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That was interesting. It was nice that his gesture had been returned, but he hadn't really expected such a strange figure to approach him. Oh, well, expect the unexpected; that way, nothing was unexpected, becoming naturally expected in the process, and then everything would be so... boring. Never mind that. The Doctor discarded that particular train of thought as it derailed and, neglecting the manners Luxord had so carefully learned, walked right up to the man and stared him in the face, a friendly smile gracing his own features.

"Yeah, that's me," he grinned. "The one and only - only not-so-only, really. Who are you?"

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"So I've heard." The expression the good Doctor would get in return was patient, but highly amused at his enthusiasm. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he kept his ground, neither flinching, nor backing away from the other in the close-contact.

"Number Ten of Thirteen, Luxord. A keeper of time." He raised a wrist, giving it a gracious roll with a tilt of his head--he'd always had a flair for the dramatic, even in the simplest of gestures. But, Luxord was curious as to what the Doctor's reaction would be to such news, and gave himself ample time to study what reactions he would get before continuing.

"I would say 'worry not,' but it's a well-known fact that those who assert their innocence are the ones who must be watched the closest." SUP SAIX. LUXORD'S GOT HIS EYE ON YOU.

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Time. A keeper of time. The way Luxord said it, he definitely wasn't a Time Lord (that couldn't be true, they were gone and the Doctor had to live with it), but the title peaked the Doctor's interest nevertheless. "Oh? A keeper of time, you say?" he replied, looking thoughtfully up at the ceiling and still very much in Luxord's personal space. "That could mean anything. What does yours mean? Are you like a watch?" He was loving the mystery about this man, really, but it was obvious he wasn't really a watch (unless he was the living kind, which suddenly made the Doctor think of clockwork androids and Madame du Pompadour), but the question practically begged to be asked nevertheless.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Number Ten of Thirteen. Luxord. Can I just call you Luxord? The whole thing's a bit of a mouthful."

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"It's merely a formality; Luxord will be fine." There was a roll of his wrist and a tip of his head as he continued to hold his ground, unperturbed still. In fact, he wondered if the doctor could smell the lingering scent of pumpkin spice tea on him from that proximity. But! If it was a battle of wills, Luxord would show no submission--that was saved only for his superiors. If it was a test of character, then he would prove tolerant, patient, and pleasant enough to get along with.

"But I digress, a watch is comparable, save I can do more than simply watch it pass. What of yourself, hm?"

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As a matter of fact, the Doctor could smell the tea on Luxord. Tea, that sounded good. He should really have some soon. And biscuits, maybe Jammie Dodgers. But his thoughts were definitely getting off the subject, so he finally stepped back, grinning. "Me?" he chuckled. "Oh, I'm just a wanderer. I don't do much except travel, really." As pleasant as the older-looking man seemed so far, the Doctor knew better than to believe what he saw. Still, no sense in not giving him the benefit of the doubt, at least to a certain degree.