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[The Doctor is sitting primly at a work table in his super-white cabin, his hands folded in front of him and attempting to look as serious as possible.]
O'Brien is correct about what he said concerning "fear". It's a source of power. Though, where I'm from it can be used for so much more than psychological manipulation. Enough people made to feel fear can create a psychic field. They can power an entity that thrives off terror. They can create "gods" and give them form. With fear, we can construct our own demise, and place a weapon in someone else's hands..
[He points down at the desk surface, but he's meaning to indicate the Barge. As he leans forward, a mongoose's head sticks out of his sweater-vest. It hasn't left him alone in days and might possibly take up permenant residence in his pocket.]
Whatever is happening here is a quite deliberate attempt to give strength to something else. And there is the chance that t͝h́҉͞e̸̶̕ À̡͢d̛mir͝͞al͞ ́i͘̕s̵̕͡ ̢̢͢nǫ́͢ ̢̢͝l̢͜o̵ǹ͘͜gę͜r͟͠ ͏̭̣͉̞͕̝̼̭̞̭̠͍̟͔̜͇͚̜͘a͘̕҉̥̤͕̪͙̭̠͙̠̱̝̤͚̟̝͟c̴͕̮̝̱͈̘̮̣̺̀͜͜͠ć̷̼̝͚̲̱͝é̜̟̜̻͡͞ͅs҉͏̶̛͉̮̼̖̱̻̬̱͖̀s̴̨͈͙͓̳̭̤̪̞͉̘̜͚̞͇̦̲̀í̶̭͓͓̬̟̺͔̹̀̀͟b̛͚̩͕̩͔̹̖͘l̴̵̟͕̰̠̪͚̲̟͍̗͜é̴̵͜͏̠̭̹͇ ̴̛̭̙̫̫̺̀͢t̷҉҉̙̠̗̹̠̮̣̯̟̻̳̖̼̱͓o̢͖̞̪͕̯̖̲̘͇̞̲̫̮͖̙͙͟͝͡ ̀͜͟͝҉̯̥͓͕̞̳͉͖̻̠͕ͅͅų͏̭͚͓̝̮̺̪͙͓͙̜́́ͅs̶̫͚̬̗̦̙̞̯̰͇̯͉̲̘̳̬͍̘ [As Arkady said. Not that it isn't lost in a hail of static.]
...Though if my doorknob burns me again I'll be inclined to be more irritated [A slight sneer] than frightened. [And the transmission ends with a white-clad shadow darting out from behind him, near the wall. It's so pale it nearly blends in. The mongoose leans and stretches as though it's trying to watch it wherever it went.]
[The Doctor is sitting primly at a work table in his super-white cabin, his hands folded in front of him and attempting to look as serious as possible.]
O'Brien is correct about what he said concerning "fear". It's a source of power. Though, where I'm from it can be used for so much more than psychological manipulation. Enough people made to feel fear can create a psychic field. They can power an entity that thrives off terror. They can create "gods" and give them form. With fear, we can construct our own demise, and place a weapon in someone else's hands..
[He points down at the desk surface, but he's meaning to indicate the Barge. As he leans forward, a mongoose's head sticks out of his sweater-vest. It hasn't left him alone in days and might possibly take up permenant residence in his pocket.]
Whatever is happening here is a quite deliberate attempt to give strength to something else. And there is the chance that t͝h́҉͞e̸̶̕ À̡͢d̛mir͝͞al͞ ́i͘̕s̵̕͡ ̢̢͢nǫ́͢ ̢̢͝l̢͜o̵ǹ͘͜gę͜r͟͠ ͏̭̣͉̞͕̝̼̭̞̭̠͍̟͔̜͇͚̜͘a͘̕҉̥̤͕̪͙̭̠͙̠̱̝̤͚̟̝͟c̴͕̮̝̱͈̘̮̣̺̀͜͜͠ć̷̼̝͚̲̱͝é̜̟̜̻͡͞ͅs҉͏̶̛͉̮̼̖̱̻̬̱͖̀s̴̨͈͙͓̳̭̤̪̞͉̘̜͚̞͇̦̲̀í̶̭͓͓̬̟̺͔̹̀̀͟b̛͚̩͕̩͔̹̖͘l̴̵̟͕̰̠̪͚̲̟͍̗͜é̴̵͜͏̠̭̹͇ ̴̛̭̙̫̫̺̀͢t̷҉҉̙̠̗̹̠̮̣̯̟̻̳̖̼̱͓o̢͖̞̪͕̯̖̲̘͇̞̲̫̮͖̙͙͟͝͡ ̀͜͟͝҉̯̥͓͕̞̳͉͖̻̠͕ͅͅų͏̭͚͓̝̮̺̪͙͓͙̜́́ͅs̶̫͚̬̗̦̙̞̯̰͇̯͉̲̘̳̬͍̘ [As Arkady said. Not that it isn't lost in a hail of static.]
...Though if my doorknob burns me again I'll be inclined to be more irritated [A slight sneer] than frightened. [And the transmission ends with a white-clad shadow darting out from behind him, near the wall. It's so pale it nearly blends in. The mongoose leans and stretches as though it's trying to watch it wherever it went.]