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The Doctor ([info]fromgallifrey) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-01-19 19:14:00

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Entry tags:complete, day 29, kibeth, the doctor

I'll shack up in the library, thank you
Who: The Doctor and OTA
When: During the Snowball fight
Where: In the library
Rating: None
Status: Complete

There was a certain, special affinity that the Doctor had for libraries. Well, perhaps it was for the books. Perhaps it was just the smell of the libraries he'd been in that made them seem like such wonderful, special places to him. As vast and enormous as the Planet's library was, it lacked the smell - it seemed the planet hadn't mastered the scent of aged paper or or leather binding. It's not that the Doctor faulted the planet for this, it was more that he just missed what was there as opposed to getting all wrapped up in what was.

There was a snowball fight going on right outside the windows that separated him from the chill and the snow. He could see people hurling clumps and the frosty white stuff left and right and the trainer clad man knew that he made the right choice by hanging out in the stacks. Slow steps carried the Doctor down the aisle as his fingers ran lightly across the binding, not caring for the titles in so much as the feel of the books beneath his fingers.

Grasping blindly the Doctor took a book from the shelf and meandered to a large, leather chair. Taking a seat and throwing his feet up on the ottoman the Doctor settled in to explore the title. Opening the book he was all ready to sink his teeth into the prose when movement at the entry caught his attention.

"Hello?"


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[info]ex_disreputa173
2009-01-28 08:02 pm UTC (link)
Kibeth pushed the fallen sand around with her foot, spreading the grains out on the library floor. "The Charter defines everything in existence. Those who have been blessed by the Charter and know the proper marks can speak or engrave them to call their effects into being. For instance, if you wanted to create fire, you would speak the marks for flame and heat and warmth."

She glanced around for a moment, and was only half surprised to notice a chair where one hadn't been a moment before. She pulled it over and sat down. She still wasn't completely used to human form, and her knees kept locking if she stood too long.

"Free Magic can be used to control the Dead" she said matter-of-factly. "And the powers of Necromancy are enticing to those who want power quickly and with little care to the consequences."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-01-30 09:55 pm UTC (link)
"You mean this Charter doesn't bless everyone, then? How are people chosen?" He pulled up a chair of his own and settled in with rather vibrant interest. This universe of Kilbeth's was fascinating, he couldn't help but wonder if it had a Gallifrey and timelords of it's own. If her universe had it's own version of him and what he might be up to.

"Well, at least there's one thing our universes have in common it's people who don't know how to rightfully use a good thing," he was thinking of the power hungry and the gluttonous, of course.

"I have to say I find this Charter business fascinating, I'm usually more of a technophile, myself - gadgets, circuits, science; so, this magic you speak of really seems, well, new!" He was as excited sounding as he genuinely felt.

"Is there... Is there any science behind these charters at all? Matter energy conversions, perhaps?" He always wanted to put things into context his Time Lord mind could manage, "I guess what I'm getting out is how does it specifically function?"

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[info]ex_disreputa173
2009-02-01 03:58 pm UTC (link)
"Babies are baptized with a Charter Mark soon after birth. The mark lets the Charter recognize them. And if one who has a mark turns to Free Magic or Necromancy, the Mark gets corrupted, and a corrupted Charter mark can be detected by any Charter mage. Idealy, everyone in the Old Kingdom receives a Charter Mark at birth, though only a few actually study to become mages." she said, setting the book on her lap. She opened it, seemingly at random, and idly traced her fingers down the page, tracing marks with something akin to affection.

She glanced up as he mentioned gadgets and science and smiled. It wasn't quite as enthusiastic a smile as she'd had before. Instead it was a bit more wistful. "You would have liked Sameth then. He was always interested more in making things."

At his question of how it worked she laughed very slightly, a twinkle of mischief in her eye. "No one really knows how it works" she said "I suppose it's kinda like here. If you know how to ask for what you want - in this case, know what marks to use - you can create it."

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-02 10:48 pm UTC (link)
He nodded as she spoke about the use of the Charter and the ways it was used. It was sort of interesting to hear, even if he couldn't rightfully claim to understand how it worked at the moment.

"You seem to really have wanted that book to be here," he said quietly. He imagined for her it was probably like having a piece of home here, sort of like the TARDIS for him.

"Hey, it's fun to make things, leaves me feeling productive at the end of it all," he said with a smile.

"I suppose..." he replied to her notion of using the Charters and how they might work. Not one to wholly believe in magic, he settled more deeply upon some sort of technical source - and he was greatly liking the idea of a symbiotic relationship between a planet and it's occupants where their mode of communication was with these marks which triggered an energy matter conversion at the wielders request. See, that makes more sense than magic words, doesn't it?

"Too bad you can't create us a way home with those," he breathed, feeling a bit of his crankiness at being stuck here crawling up the back of his neck all the sudden.

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[info]ex_disreputa173
2009-02-04 01:40 pm UTC (link)
Kibeth gave him a smile and a shrug. He didn't quite get it, but that was all right. No one really did, which was kind of how it was supposed to be. She looked down at the book again and closed it.

"I suppose I did." Not in the way he'd intended, but the book did comfort her. It had given her an idea, a plan. She'd been drifting since arriving, unsure of what to do, and she hated inaction. Now though... Writing a whole new Charter would take ages working alone, but she had the time.

Lost in thought, she almost didn't catch the Doctor's last comment. She looked up, startled and cocked her head to the side slightly confused. She hadn't thought about wanting to go home. Then again, she didn't really have a home to go to. She couldn't return to the Old Kingdom, not when Liriel knew she was dead. Ancelstierr was boring, and this place just seemed so much more fun.

"Hadn't thought about that" she said with another bright smile. "Not really concerned myself. You sound like you've got somewhere to be though"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-02-16 02:51 pm UTC (link)
"I've always got somewhere to be, it seems," he said with a small sigh and a shrug. Sure, he sometimes didn't quite want to be where he was; but, the world had ways of giving him reasons to linger about in one place.

"It surprises me how many people seem alright with being here - with staying in a place that snatched them from where they were," he cut himself off, he shouldn't be preaching at her like she were a student or a child. In fact, when he caught sight of her eyes it seemed they were almost a bit too old for her face - a sight that sort of interested him.

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