RP for darkdoctor

[alainn_aislinn]

It had taken some convincing, but Melissa had always been a persuasive girl. Aislinn liked her, wished Devin hadn't been stupid enough to break up with one the Morrigan had taken an interest in. It could have done him good to reconnect with those in Faerie. But he'd been frightened, and he had left, and she had maintained a quasi-friendship with the girl for her own purposes. The gift. The mark. The way her brown eyes saw things.

And now there was this request, and here she was, lingering in a coffee house, sipping a cup of tea and listening to poetry not even a muse could fix, waiting for an alien who didn't believe in fairies. Well, she didn't believe in aliens, but she was willing to trust the girl's judgment, at least as far as being willing to meet this Doctor she was traveling with.

She'd been amused enough to dress for the occasion in the most fairylike garb she could get away with in a human public. Her auburn curls were pulled half back, tumbling down her back and over her shoulders. She let just enough of the glamour slip so that her skin was whiter, eyes greener and tilted just a bit. She left her ears human-looking, but the hint of a point was there. Her dress was dark green and black, velvet and something silk-like. It was a sundress of a sort, clinging to her skin here and there where it should, and flowing free in other places. Her earrings and necklace were delicate jade leaves, carved by the finest dwarven craftsmen.

Sighing, Aislinn tucked a stray strand of hair back and added more cream to her tea, then glanced around, watching the door for someone who looked like an alien. Hopefully the evening wouldn't be boring, at the very least. And if he really was an alien...A calculating look flashed in her eyes.

Well, that could be very interesting, indeed.

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[darkdoctor.livejournal.com]

He considered, for a moment, but they were both here to reveal, weren't they, to explain.

"When a member of my race dies, we regenerate. Every cell is transformed. We retain our memories, some aspects of our personality, but in essence we become a different person." A pause.

"This," and he gestured to himself, "is my fifth body."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

"But what of the soul?" She asked simply, because, after all, that was what she dealt in. The soul, the creative essence of a person. "If the transformation is mostly biological, but you are still...the Doctor," It felt so odd to call a person that, "Then you, at your core, in that place that truly makes up who you are, you are the same, aren't you?"

It surprised her even that she wasn't questioning his base assumption of being something else. She could see quite well that he was.

[darkdoctor.livejournal.com]

He looked genuinely bewildered for a moment, before his expression became thoughtful.

"Time Lords aren't ones to examine the soul, really. I've no idea if it changes as well, or how it would."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

"Time Lords." She tested the word out on her tongue, with all that it encompassed. "So much outer knowledge, and none of the inner world?"

[darkdoctor.livejournal.com]

He stared at her for a moment, before a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"I think that sums us up exactly."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

"How sad," she commented, draining her tea cup. "To know so little of yourselves must be a very limiting world."

[darkdoctor.livejournal.com]

He answered first with a slight nod.

"Time Lords forgot the use of true introspection some time ago, I think."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

"Don't you find that highly limiting in achieving your aims?" She wasn't trying to be difficult, but was genuinely curious, given her involvement with some of the most introspective men in history.

[darkdoctor.livejournal.com]

"That, I believe, is one reason they've remained stagnant for so long." He shook his head.

"I believe I'm rather better at it than most of them. I did realise I didn't belong there, after all."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." It was a noncommittal sound. "And cast off the name they gave you, attempting to release their power over you?"

[darkdoctor.livejournal.com]

"Precisely." Something bitter twisted his lips into a thin smile.

"Not to say they don't try to exercise it, but that's neither here nor there. What is your home like, Aislinn?"

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

The change of subject made her lips curve in amusement, but she allowed it, for now.

"Beautiful. The Sidhe coexist with nature instead of trying to tame it like mortals. There are homes made of trees and others of stone, grown up from the ground and shaped into palaces with gem studded walls..." Sometimes she missed it.