“There is a fine line between your dreams and your reality.”
a tall, young-looking man said walking down a staircase from the control panel of the TARDIS,
“It’s really funny though, how we never seem to be able to realize what the real difference is between the two, we daydream constantly.”
the voice continued, falling onto the ground, struggling to regain composure
“I had a dream once, I was a child still before I was forced to regenerate for the first time.”
the voice stated with a pained grunt
“I Dreamed that I was a traveler, with no true home or companions.”
he said with a smile
“It felt so real like It was my true reality, but then I woke up, in that little barn on Gallifrey, but then I realized that we all get a chance, we all have the capability to make those dreams come true.”
the voice said, finally getting into a sitting position,
“So that is why I am telling you this now, so that when you finally remember all of this, you will be able to understand it, until then, as I used to say ‘Allons-y’ but a welcome to the new Doctor.”
The voice said, giving a smile as it jolted up into an upright position
“Well then you sexy ol’ thing.”
the young man said to the control panel of the large ship
“I may be seventy-three and a half billion years old, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have one!-”
he shot out a blast of regeneration in his right arm
he shot out another blast with his left arm
he said calmly as he blew up in a burst of built-up regeneration.
This regeneration was different, it seemed that it was more lava-like, no longer flames,
the new regeneration yelled out with a large smile on his face as the TARDIS started going and landed right in front of an apartment complex, knowing that there would be a problem there soon…
“Theta Sigma, WAKE UP”
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Male 1: Username: FROSTBITE4395 Puppet Name: Theta Sigma Nicknames: The Doctor, Doctor, Criminal, Fugitive of the timelords, War Hero, and Ender of The Time War. Personality: As always The Doctor is a funky and weird man with a warm heart, though he is also Dark and Mysterious at times, and to his companions that is scary. Age: 73,500,000,000 (appears mid to late 20’s) Height: 7’5” Race: Time Lord Regeneration: Final Likes: Rap, Mechanics, Baggy Pants, Water, Beer, friends, Guitar, Sleep, Books, Quiet. Dislikes: The Time Lord Senate, Daleks, Weeping Angels, Cyber-Men, Enemies of The Time Lords. Bio: This newest regeneration of The Doctor is quite a strange one seeing as he is not a huge pacifist but still tends to keep violence to a minimum.
In this regeneration The Doctor has been recalling his childhood on Gallifrey for quite some time now, thinking that the last thing that his previous face said had a hidden message, or was a code for something that he needed to do. But what?
The Doctor tends to drift off sometimes, he gets distracted and walks away or starts mumbling about multiple random things at the same time for no apparent reason. Like he could be talking about the time vortex and how it operates one second and candy bars the next, it’s quite interesting really.
The Doctor enjoys just babbling on about the most interesting things, although sometimes it could be him actually making sense.
Other: This regeneration of The Doctor was not forced, unlike his eighth forms regeneration into the War Doctor, but still, nonetheless, his randomized regeneration process created a warrior, but he still forces himself to take the code of The Doctor seriously.
Username: MourningGlory Puppet Name: Annalise Marie Knight Nicknames: Anna, Anne, Annie, Ari Age: 25 Height: 5'5" Race: Human Likes: Sweets, Music, Animals, Small Children, Reading, Writing, Flowers, Tattoos, Stuffed Animals, Motorcycles, Dancing, Singing, Alcohol, Daydreaming, Movies, etc. Dislikes: Spiders, Jellyfish, Fish, Liars, Cheaters, Thunderstorms, Loud Noises, HUGE Crowds, Clowns, etc. Bio: Annalise had always had a bit of a wild imagination and found herself walking the line between fantasy and reality. Ever since she could remember, the young woman always believed their was SO much more to life and the world than met the eye if one was able to keep an open-mind. When she was fifteen, her parents died and instead of letting them take her to a fister home, the girl went into hiding and worked under the table at a nightclub. She did that for years and even became the manager at a young age. It was when things got...well weird did everything she had ever known vanish and this weird apartment appeared. Now she hopes to find others she can TRULY connect with as she is tired of feeling alone. Other: Will be found out through the Rp.
[center [font Times [#FF8000 “Hello There.”] The Doctor said enthusiastically falling to the floor as the TARDIS stabilized, [#FF8000 “Hmm, What's this?”] he mumbled, standing up and walking out of the flame-ridden ship, after taking a quick look around he noticed the first thing he should have noticed, a big house in front of the Tardis, well really an apartment complex full of people, but why? The Doctor placed his hand on the TARDIS door though he quickly removed it due to the heat [#FF8000 “Sorry beautiful, I know regeneration hurts. Why did you land us hear though? What is so significant about it?”] He mumbled, [#FF8000 “Oh you beautiful, beautiful creature, you know something is about to happen, but what?”] he added.
The Doctor pulled out an old sonic screwdriver in his current coat, it was a very old an rustic one, seemed to be the one from his tenth regeneration, oh what a beautiful sonic that was, he quickly scanned the building and looked at the readings, [#FF8000 “No Way.”] The Doctor said with a large smile, [#FF8000 “A pandoran home? But that can’t be, unless im on-”] he stopped and scanned the soil on the ground, [#FF8000 “-Nope, Still earth, so why is this made out of pandoran? How is it here? Unless. Oh that is absolute [b GENIUS]!”] The Doctor bantered, though looking around there didn’t seem to be enough people, or any life at all for that matter, it wasnt right, [#FF8000 “Right, first things first, new clothes.”] The Doctor said, walking in a random direction.
After getting new clothes, which included a brown leather long coat over a black shirt, a black pair of baggy jeans, and a pair of black dress shoes, size seventy-five, very interesting, biggest he had ever had, it felt strange to him. [#FF8000 “Now then, where do we start?”] The Doctor thought, [#FF8000 “OH! I know! How about a coffee, I love coffee, I think.”] he mumbled walking to the nearest starbucks, and that is where he learned that he hated coffee, [#FF8000 “Darn, I thought i’d like it this time around.”] he said walking back to the apartment complex, [#FF8000 “So I guess you know what I should be looking for, dont you?”] The Doctor said to the TARDIS, [#FF8000 “Wait, are you still regenerating? It’s been hours, you should be done by now, so why? Why are you still going? Unless you have something absolutely [b HUGE] planned."] The Doctor said, turning back towards the building.
[#FF8000 “This next part I really don’t like, because according to my sonic-”] he stopped to scan the frame of the windows, [#FF8000 “-Ahh, infested with arachnids, fun. Wait! Not just any arachnids, these are Megarachne just very tiny, though they really belonged to the Mycteroptidae, but these were genetically modified, tiny creatures, do the people in the building even know that they have tiny little harddrives living in their walls?”] he asked as he ran into the building and up the stairs. He scanned each floor and finally found the one with the ‘Queen’, as he ran through the halls, scanning each door, he marked each on in his mind, ‘[b beep, beep]’ the sonic beeped, [#FF8000 “Room four-twenty, awesome.”]] he mumbled, knocking on the door.
As he waited he scanned the door frame to the room and found that it was made purely of organic life forms, meaning the Megarachne were taking no chances with their queen. But why were they in the building? It wasn’t right, they needed a reason, was their queen in danger? And they went extinct a Melania ago, so how are they here no, in the doorway, building up the room. [#FF8000 “Oh, No Way. It makes so much sense, you little buggers came from pandora, that’s why you're in the building. But how did they get your genetic code?”] he thought.
(hope it was a good first post)
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