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Wrong Place, Wrong Time [complete]

Character(s): Kuja and the Doctor
Content: On his way to help Kovu, the Doctor runs into someone he shouldn't have.
Setting: Right around City Hall.
Time: After Kovu's voice post.
Warnings: Mood-whiplash and violence.

He needed to hurry. Someone was in danger, terrible danger, and who cared if he didn't even know the poor girl and had only seen her in a movie before. Here, they were real. Everything was real, and that meant the Doctor was going to help everyone he could, even if it meant driving himself into the ground to do it, because he was the Doctor and it was up to him to fix things. It was simply what he did, not to mention what he had been doing for most of his life now. If only his TARDIS would work properly!

The Time Lord muttered to himself as he strode purposefully past City Hall, eyeing the range of thorns while he was at it. He'd help Roxas deal with Maleficent soon enough, but right now, Kiara needed help, and while he may not exactly be equipped to deal with the Heartless (if it was indeed them, he could at least study them and maybe puzzle something out.

He was almost to the train station. It wouldn't be long now, and maybe he could formulate a plan while he was on the train.

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Since settling himself in his nice cozy room in City Hall, Kuja had actually been rather bored. Of course, trying to get the place too look even half-way decent was a task in itself, but nothing his expertise in good taste wasn't steadily taking care of. The lack of selection in the shops he graced were, as expected, lacking, but he would make do.

It was from the peak of City Hall that he was currently surveying the situation, the pawns below. One such player was, even now, brave enough to pass by. "How interesting," he grinned, a hand under his chin. Not just anyone dared to get so close to their headquarters. "Going somewhere?" He called down from his perch.

The Doctor, looked up, not having expected anyone to call out to him - and from City Hall no less. That was interesting; maybe Maleficent had teamed up with someone? "Yes, actually," he replied. "I'm going to go and help a friend. Well, not really a friend, just an acquaintance. Not even an acquaintance, just someone who's in trouble." Blimey, trying not to blurt things out got difficult sometimes.

"Now, miss, I'm very sorry, but I really must be running along right now. Things to do, people to save."

The corner of his eye twitched at that 'miss' comment, though he didn't make his annoyance anymore known than that. If the fool couldn't see for himself what was right in front of him -- perfection -- then he was just as useless as the golden haired puppets running around the city.

"Helping out a friend is it~?" he lauched himself into the air from there, and came down closer to the man, though he remained above ground level by staying afloat on top of one of the larger thorns, stepping on its tip just so slightly with one foot. He stood there, head tilted to the side. "How chivalrous of you. And here, most people thought it was dead, didn't they? Whatever could they need saving from with such a sense of urgency?"

The Doctor looked at the stranger above him, raising an eye slightly. Oh, so the person before him was actually male. Now he felt slightly silly, even if one sometimes couldn't tell when meeting aliens for the first time - and the man who was speaking to him now definitely wasn't human. "Oh," he said, slightly sheepish, as he was whenever he made such a stupid mistake. "You're... male. Sorry."

His eyes narrowed at the young man, unwilling to trust anyone who emerged from Maleficent's hideout so easily. "I dunno," he replied, irritated. "It might be Scar. It might be the Heartless. Haven't found out yet, but I'm just about to." Hoping the other would get the hint - the Doctor was all for being social, but not at a time like this - he continued walking.

There was a quiet sigh of annoyance, as the mage brought a hand up to rub at his temples. These ridiculous, simple-minded humans... Honestly, Kuja hated to imagine what sort of worlds they came from, what with their sub-par intelligence, lack of refinement and disregard for anything in fine taste -- he was beginning to think that most of them truly had no purpose at all.

Except, of course -- as guinea pigs.

Of course, the mention of 'Scar' piqued his interest, and caused a strange sort of grin to begin forming, and continue to widen as he heard 'heartless.' "My, my," it was nearly a taunt now, "that does sound rather serious, doesn't it? But what could a simple human like you do against odds like that? Shouldn't you be more concerned with yourself?" there was a strange gleam in his eye as he studied his new prey. If this man had experience with the heartless before, then it would do well to test that theory, wouldn't it? And if Scar was behind whatever little ploy was at hand... it would only be the neighbourly thing to do to look out for him, wouldn't it?

Something told the Doctor not to turn his back on this strange, sinister man. He whirled around on his heel and looked at Kuja. "I'm not a human," he informed the other, scoffing slightly, "I'm a Time Lord." The way the mage was looking at him was distinctly unpleasant, and definitely of the "plotting something in the way of very bad things" variety.

"Oh, me? You're right; what can I do?" he replied jovially. "Well, for starters, I can get to the bottom of this. I can figure out their weaknesses, their strategies, and what they're planning, whoever - whatever - they are. Oh, and I can make a nice cup of tea while I'm at it."

"Oh, I see. An easily made mistake, of course," he waved off his miscalculation with a sinister look, "after all, you look just as fragile as one."

He brought a hand up to push the hair out of his face, "But I'm afraid I can't let you do that," Kuja added nonchalantly, "you see, a task like that would be far too much for a simple-minded creature such as yourself." When he lifted his arm again, in the palm of it a ball of energy seemed to be gathering, steadily growing from the small particles it began as -- into a sphere about the size of a volleyball. "So I will just have to take care of it, myself. But first -- I'll need some bait, won't I~?"

"Looks can be deceiving," the Doctor admonished, the smile staying on his lips even as his eyes grew cold. He watched the other warily as a sphere began to form from the other. Almost immediately, he began running possibilities through his head, trying to pin it to either a weapon - unlikely, given that Kuja's skimpy clothing didn't seem to allow for concealing one - or some kind of kinesis. Then he remembered what Roxas had told him when they'd gone to Destiny Islands. Magic exists.

"Oh? And why is that?" he asked pleasantly, tensing up in case he'd need to attempt a dodge - which he likely would, soon.

"It adds to the excitement of the climax, of course! Now, it's time for curtain to rise! The first act is about to get underway~!" he spoke in a delighted tone, casting the orb down towards the Doctor.

Already, he was beginning to conjure more orbs around him, circling his body -- by the time the spell would hit, he would be sure to have two more projectiles ready on hand.

The Doctor glared at the strange man. "Actually, you might want to think about what you're doing. You really might..." But it was no good, and the Time Lord was forced to cut his sentence short as he was forced to dodge the projectile. He just barely managed, wincing as he felt the burn of magic on his arm, singing his jacket. That definitely felt real, alright.

This wasn't looking good. The Doctor had no way of really protecting himself against magic, and furthermore, there was still a sort of crowd around the train station. "Tell you what," said the Doctor, "why don't we take this little party somewhere else?"

"Hmph," he scoffed, unimpressed that he hadn't made a direct hit. Whatever displeasure he suffered was replaced with an indignant look by what the man had to say next. Kuja nearly snorted at his words, "Don't be ridiculous! These -- puppets are hardly even worth the effort! And if you ask me -- " he narrowed his eyes, winding up to send the next two orbs down towards him, "you should be far more concerned with your own fate!" and with that, he unleashed the next wave of non-elemental magic.

This time, the Doctor didn't manage to dodge, and he fell back with a rather undignified cry of pain, sprawling on the ground. Whatever the hell this man was doing to him (and a tiny, niggling reminder in the back of his head that he very much wanted to ignore but couldn't told him it was magic), it hurt. More than that, it burned. As he struggled to get to his feet, the Doctor smiled, and not the nice "I'm the Doctor and I'm here to help" sort of smile. No, it was the "I'm the Doctor and you had damn well better start running" smile, the kind that usually sent whole armies fleeing into the stars.

Hopefully, it would work, because frankly, the Doctor had no idea what to do where magic was concerned. "Sorry, but you're making a mistake. They're not puppets, they're people, and they're very much worth the effort," he began, finally managing to get to his feet and looking Kuja in the eye, unflinching. "They're always worth the effort, and frankly, I'm not surprised you don't see that. I'm also not surprised that you're not minding your own damn business." Okay, so it wasn't his best line, perhaps, but what the hell, he wasn't in the best mood right now and having some random bloke suddenly hit him with what looked like evil, luminescent volleyballs wasn't helping.

A delighted grin placed itself on Kuja's lips as he watched his attack meet its mark. Those cries of agony; glorious! The singe of pure magic meeting flesh; music to his ears! As he readied himself again, he noted the change in demeanor the man seemed to undergo, and tilted his head curiously as he studied him. Was it meant to frighten him? Scare him off? Hah! What a joke!

"Oh, I think not. You see, I don't make mistakes," the genome stated matter-of-factly, grinning all the while. "And as far as these matters not being my business..." He released several orbs downwards, which, if successful, should work to encircle the man below, "I'll just have to make it my business!" And with that, he unleashed his next attack. If successful, the dormant spinning orbs served to lift the target up, carrying him high in the air, pummeling his fragile form again and again, before dissipating, and sending the human crashing down, down into the earth below!

What was there to do? The Doctor couldn't very well run away, not with how blank the citizens of the city usually were; he rather doubted they'd even so much as have the good sense to run. But stupid or not, he wasn't about to try and get away and risk anyone else getting hurt. So he merely braced himself, shoulders squaring as he looked Kuja dead in the eye, calm and unafraid.

"Oh, I think you do make mistakes," came the reply. "Because you see, you're drawing attention. Furthermore, I've a good eye for faces and I never forget an enemy. And I might not know any magic, but I know plenty of other things, and who knows? I might even know more than you." With that, he tried to dodge, but his unfamiliarity with such things meant he failed miserably, and he cried out in sheer agony as he felt himself burning before hitting the ground again, hard.

He lay still, eyes closed, breathing uneven.

Know more than him? As his body came crashing gloriously to the earth, Kuja waved a hand to the side. This man truly was as foolish as he looked. He ignored the comment otherwise, as it was obvious to anyone that it wasn't true, and lept down from his perch, landing softly on the ground below.

He swept a hand through his long hair and approached his prey, looking down at him with a pleasant smile. "Ah, but you see -- drawing attention is what someone with my obvious talents does best," he stated matter-of-factly. "In fact, it makes things much more... exciting, don't you agree?"

Of course, he didn't wait nor care for a reply before calling up another spell, this time, the energy infused with fire in his palm. "Now, sweet dreams~" he chimed, releasing the Flare magic on the man's battered form.

The Doctor would have replied with a pithy remark about dress codes and possibly feathers, but the searing pain surging through his body, making each and every one of his nerves feel scorched, meant he was hardly even able to think. The anguish was so great he could barely even draw breath, much less cry out, and it was taking what was left of his tattered focus to stay conscious. As it was, he managed to narrow his eyes at the other.

Don't. He couldn't even manage to breathe that one little world before what seemed like an impossible amount of pain crashed over him in waves and the world went dark.

Looming over him, Kuja tilted his head to one side, than the other, examining the man's unconscious body. "Imagine," he spoke aloud, "thinking you could challenge someone like me. Honestly, what were you thinking? There was no way you could hope to match my level," he shook his head, burying his lips behind a fist and chuckling softly... until he broke out into all emcompassing laughter for a few moments. "How absurd! What a pathetic human," with a smile, he seemed to be quite satisified with his work.

"Now, let's put you to good use for once in your miserable life, shall we?" He lifted the lifeless body to float on a cloud of air, towing it behind him as he walked away from City Hall.

"The second act will begin soon enough."

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