but there never seems to be enough time

[modforged]

Who: Nozdormu, Lanadormi, and the Bronzesworn
What: Successful retreat into the Bronze Sanctum
Where: Bronze Sanctum
When: After a long, grueling battle near the borders of Suramar
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed

[While normally the Bronze Sanctum is lit up for those who reside within it, today there's a gentle breeze that blows softly throughout it. Unusually refreshing for those who may need it while the sands themselves seem to blow away from the injured.

The wounded (dragons and anyone else who may need it) are near ruins where foliage flickers in and out as if it's there, then not there the next second. An illusion or something else? The hourglass nearby seems to tick by slower and slower. Should anyone approach, they just might feel as if every part of their body has slowed down immensely, yet the few designated healers don't seem to be affected in the slightest.

Lanadormi herself seems to be doing everything at once. One second she may be giving instructions and the next she's at the other side of the sanctum tending to another matter. Whatever it is she's doing, it appears the normal law of time doesn't apply to her.

Near the lake is a man who seems disinterested in the current events, focused intently on his reflection in the water instead.]

[ooc: Mingle log for bronzesworn!]

Comments

[raggedydoc]

Assuming he even wants help. He's always been stubborn that way.

[He'd already offered him help when they'd met in the forest earlier and been turned down, not that he'd expected anything else.]

I suppose these powers are to make sure we can fight for them. [The look on his face is a little disdainful, both at the thought of fighting and that the dragons think he needs powers to succeed.] I've been conscripted into wars before; it's not the sort of thing I do well with. I'm not a soldier, as you've probably guessed by my name.

[windandrain]

No, no you're no warrior. Neither am I, though none of my kind are strangers to conflict.

[She snorts a mocking huff of laughter, shooting a dirty look over at the dragon...overlord...thing who'd spoken to her earlier.]

But I think you're right. And...whatever's happened, I'm weaker than I was. Orders of magnitude weaker. Perhaps that was deliberate, so they could control me.

[raggedydoc]

[He remembers the Time War again; those last few desperate days, the weapons his own people had unleashed. The worst weapon of all, which he'd very nearly used. He'd been a warrior once, and denounced himself entirely because of it.]

I didn't have any powers to speak of. All right, the odd bit of psychic training, some enhanced senses and whatnot, but- certainly nothing that could be called magic. [Ugh. He hates the word magic. It's such an easy explanation for everything.]

[windandrain]

[She looks back to the Doctor, giving him a small, pitying smile. So many people, especially aliens, just seemed to think that magic had not place, that it didn't fit into the world because it wasn't explainable with science. But...in a way it was.]

Well, magic does have it's uses. I mean, I certainly had power...but it was different. This Light and Shadow wheel I seem to be able to draw on is strange, when I'm used to just having power over weather. Though, my senses don't seem too dulled. Which I suppose is a small favor.

[raggedydoc]

[He wouldn't mind magic if it had rules and obeyed logic - if people didn't use it as an all-encompassing excuse for anything they weren't capable of explaining otherwise. In his experience, it's just what people accept when they don't want to examine things more closely to see how they really work - but he accepts that it might be different in some other universe.]

In this place, it's hard to tell what might've happened to my natural senses. The flow of time is strange here, like...well, I'm not sure I can come up with a way to describe it, because it's different everywhere.

[windandrain]

[Well...sometime she'd be happy to explain the nature of divine Anima, how it works, and that sort of thing. But, not unless he asks. Which, she figures eventually he might. Because he seems the sort that wants to know everything.]

Time is strange here? I hadn't really noticed. I live outside so much of time, as it is, that I hardly pay attention. But...now that you mention it, it does seem slower.

[raggedydoc]

[He almost certainly will at some point; right now he's distracted by, well, a lot of things.]

It's slower right here, in this area - like an eddy in a river. Faster in other places in the sanctum, and really wobbly in the middle around the lake. Time's all over the place 'round there, almost like it's a bit drunk.

[windandrain]

[She scans the sanctum, her shoulders hitching up slightly as she laughs at the comparison.]

I'll take your word for it. I wonder why that is, though. I'm not going anywhere near the lake for now, given the lack of shade. I don't want to dry out, you know, but...is time something your people have a lot of involvement with? You talk about it like I might talk about the weather.

[raggedydoc]

I'm a Time Lord. We've got sort of a sixth sense about time, I suppose. I can tell how it moves, keep track of it precisely, and...well, other things that are rather more difficult to describe. I can't manipulate time, but I know a fair bit about it.

Oh, and I'm a time traveller - or I would be, if I had my ship.

[Yeah. Never gonna not be bitter about that one.]

[windandrain]

A Time Lord? [See, that just smacks of pretentious...but...] And a time traveler? It sounds like you do have the ability to manipulate time, after a fashion. A bit like my uncle.

What does your ship look like, Doctor?

[raggedydoc]

[It's very pretentious, but he can't exactly help that. He's not the one who made up the title.]

Well, I can manipulate time by changing events - and I know when things can't be changed, because they're fixed points. It's hardly any sort of power like what's going on here, just rather a lot of very dull schooling in my youth.

Normally, a TARDIS can look like anything; they've got chameleon circuits to allow them to change their exterior appearance in order to blend in with their surroundings. Mine, er, looks like a blue police box from the 1960s, because her chameleon circuit's broken.

[He tried to fix it once, but that sort of ended in accidentally destroying a fifth of the universe and regenerating after he got pushed off a radio tower thanks Master]

[windandrain]

Oh, I've...got some familiarity with fixed points. I've been involved in a few unchangeable events in my world's history. All the gods have. It's...part of what we do, and who we are.

And, is a TARDIS your ship? A blue police box that you fly around in like a space ship?? Or does it just stay in one place?

[raggedydoc]

Don't suppose you've ever met a bloke named Jack Harkness? Though I certainly hope he doesn't exist in other universes; I'm not sure the multiverse could handle more than one of him.

[Not that the multiverse could handle more than one Doctor, though it certainly has before. And that's...weird and timey-wimey and we won't get into it.]

It travels through the time vortex, usually - it can travel in space, but it's easiest to dematerialise and rematerialise in another place. It's...well, there's a lot of extradimensional physics involved in the technical explanation.

[windandrain]

No, I haven't. The only time travelers I've ever met are my uncle and you.

[And she certainly isn't sure what to make of either of them. The Lord of Longevity had never really been one of her closest relatives, after all.]

And it sounds like a miraculous sort of device. I've never really heard of it's like, but I think I understand what you're saying on at least the most basic a level. It can teleport, you're saying, yes?

[raggedydoc]

Weeeeelll...[The drawn-out word is almost Ten-like as he considers his response.] I guess that's how you could look at it.

[He could probably give a long-winded explanation about how what the TARDIS does and teleportation are two different things entirely. But he won't. Thankfully.]

Speaking of time travellers, if you run into a man who calls himself the Master - scrawny little bloke, bleached blond hair, ratty black hoodie - be very careful, Saori. He's not the sort of person who can be trusted.

[And if she's immortal...well, he doesn't want the Master to try and feed off of her.]

[windandrain]

[She frowns at that, quirking her head to the left. The Master? Another Time Lord, she'll presume. And the person he'd talked about earlier.]

Don't worry about that. I'm not in the habit of trusting complete strangers, let alone people calling themselves the Master. But what is it you think he'd try and do, exactly?

[raggedydoc]

In a best-case scenario, I expect he'd try to drain you of your life force in order to survive slightly longer - or significantly longer, since you're immortal. I wouldn't be terribly surprised if he tried to keep you captive and use you as a sort of all-you-can-eat buffet.

-Not that I don't think you're more than capable of defending yourself, of course. [She'd proven that much back in the forest; she's probably better at using their new powers than he is, and most likely better at combat in general.] Just-

[He doesn't want either of them to get hurt.]

Be careful. He's very...persuasive when he wants to be.

[windandrain]

Steal my life energy? How? [She gives the Time Lord a rather skeptical look. The thought of being held helpless is not an appealing one, and separated from the vast majority of her power as she is...she's not eager to allow it to happen. She feels weaker, less sure of herself, and much less skilled, all things she intends to fix, but...if this Master is going to attempt to capture her? She'll just have to train that much harder.]

[raggedydoc]

He sort of...botched coming back from the dead last time - well, his ex-wife threw a spanner into the works, from what I understand. [The Doctor sounds so casual about it all. To be fair, coming back from the dead (and screwing it up) is sort of one of the Master's specialties.)] Anyway, he expends his life force at a prodigious rate, and the only way to replenish it is by, er, consuming others'. Whether by eating large amounts of food, or simply by absorbing it.

[windandrain]

Ah. And, is this something all your people are able to do? Steal life-energy?

[Her eyes regard him, expression smoothing back into neutrality, like she's gauging a threat. The Doctor seems jovial enough, and he doesn't seem threatening or he wouldn't have warned her, but the whole thing is setting her teeth on edge.]

Or, should I just trust that you're not like him?

[raggedydoc]

No, no, I'm completely unlike him. [He holds his hands up in denial, shaking his head vehemently.] It's entirely because he came back from the dead wrong. Well, we don't normally do resurrections, as a rule - though the Master is the exception to that rule, I suppose, given how many times he's pulled it off, one way or another. Anyway, it's just him, and I'd rather find a way to fix him so he doesn't need to, given the opportunity.

[Not that the Master wants him to do that, but that's a minor detail.]

[windandrain]

[She closes her eyes, letting out a long, steadying breath. She probably shouldn't have accused him of that, but at the same time it's hard to not be more careful. Time Lords are unfamiliar creatures, after all.]

Fine. I meant no offense, I'm just a little on edge. I hate being taken from my fiancee like this, and I suppose it's not really helping my mood talking about madmen who might want to cage me.

[Clearly this has happened before. Stupid Luceti.]

[raggedydoc]

Oh, well, I'm certainly mad, but I've no intention of harming you, or anyone else.

[Pause. He probably ought to clarify that a bit.]

...not mad in the same way as the Master, just sort of...odd, I suppose. Like the Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland.

I am sorry about being taken from your fiancee, though. I had a friend I was travelling with - hardly the same thing, but I expect she's rather worried about me by now.

[windandrain]

[She huffs a rueful laugh, and shakes her head.]

We're all mad here, I believe the saying goes. And it's alright. Yuuna's probably safer in Luceti than here. And she's even less fond of dragons than I.

[Not technically true, she's afraid of them.]

I'm sure your friend will be alright though. I mean, truly, it's best for as few people as possible to be involved in this business. Unless she's some sort of warrior god.