Sexy takes you where you need to go (thedoctorswife) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-12-25 01:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | sexy/tardis |
Who: Sexy (Narrative)
What: You're from Whoinverse, you never will have a nice Christmas
When: Late 24 December 2011, following confrontation here
Where: Streets of Lawrence
Rating: Shouldn't be high
She had known that Romana wouldn't listen. She was so wrapped up in her feelings for the Master, blinded by what he had convinced her to be truth, that she ignored the very nature of his being. There were some who could change, of that Sexy knew, but the Master? Oh no. He would always be contaminated. He would always destroy. It didn't deal with the drums, it went deeper. The drums just made him unable to focus. The silence was going to be their destruction. And not the Silence that was after her thief, but this silence was the silence of a mind not driven to chaos, a mind able to focus so completely on the issue at hand, to trail off onto a random tangent and allow himself to be defeated. He had wished the drums away and she knew the truth. But no one would listen because they never listened. Her thief did, for the most part. But even he didn't listen all the time. Called her unreliable because she chose places he needed to go instead of places he wanted. He just understood the best.
Still, being told she was following a bias, that she didn't see beyond the past? No. That was false. Sexy saw it all, the past, the future, the potential futures, the determined futures. The frayed edges of a time stream cut too short, the fluctuations as a change that shouldn't have happened did indeed happen and things were sent spiraling out of control and not for the better. Perhaps she should not have said anything, but Sexy wasn't exactly known for having a filler, she said what she wanted and what came to mind, no matter the consequences. She'd only filtered a couple of times and that was strictly to her thief, and to the loud one when her one thief had been sick. But that was because they started it. Or it was just them she wanted, but beyond that, she didn't because it didn't make sense. To determine such intent.
The Master was plotting, he always was and she doubted that he'd stop just because the drums stopped. He'd be able to play the sane friend role easier, infiltrate himself into the lives of many, just as he had when he ran for Prime Minister. Why did Romana allow herself to be blinded? It made no sense.
Still, she knew her curse. She was Cassandra and Ophelia, driven to madness by what she knew, seeing the future and past and no one believing her until it was too late. Did that mean she was always miserable? No. While she found this shell strange and peculiar, Sexy didn't mind it, the confusing emotions and words she didn't grasp because of her vast knowledge of all languages and how overwhelming that could be for this body. She liked being able to talk to her thieves, she liked being able to feel. So that aspect wasn't true. But the speaking truths that no one listened to? That was quite accurate.
As for Ophelia, well, she knew too much, she knew everything in time and space and that could mess with someone, and it did as she remained in the human shell. But when it came to the Master and what he'd done to her, what she knew he was still capable of and still planning, Sexy knew there was no more apt a response beyond Cassandra. Cursed to be deemed insane, cursed to not be believed and it would come back and haunt her.
So for Romana to make her claims, they were untrue, based on just her own desires because she didn't want to admit that she was being used like everyone else that came into contact with the man. And Sexy was tired, so very tired. And anxious. The more Romana said, the more anxious the humanized TARDIS became until she had to get away. She had to run. And it wasn't as if this were the first time she reacted as such. Whenever it was too much, whenever she didn't understand, Sexy ran. Ran from demons and ghosts and masters. Ran until she couldn't and found herself in an old abandoned warehouse. Well, that would work for now, but she knew she'd need to head back soon. Her thief was always so diligent in knowing where everyone was, he didn't want to lose her or anyone else. What was so wrong from that? Still, Sexy had investigated and she didn't like what she saw.
"So much pain, bleeding from the sky. Waiting."
Would Sexy wish away her visions? Doubtfully. They led to people not trusting her, but that was okay. She just needed her thief.
So, why would they go through those loops? And when we see them, we learn they're six months old and living a life she'd never have. Sexy didn't know. It was human nature, and while she read time streams, she refused to partake in the festivities and thus would maybe be social. Doubtful as no one knew how to handle her speech patterns but that was irrelevant. What matter was that she didn't know. That she hated it, but for now, she'd tolerate it. Tolerate and wait until the proof came up and they could stop the destruction. That was what her thief did, fixed things, entire planets. So why not Earth as well?