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Memories, Where'd You Go? [Completed]

May 14, 2011 12:03

Character(s): Roxas and Eleven
Content: After a short talk on the journals, Eleven decided that he wants to help Roxas with his memory problems
Setting: Niflheim, then Destiny Islands
Time: Midday
Warnings: This is probably going to get really depressing.

( Roxas had gone straight to the Nifheim gate after talking with the Doctor. )

completed, roxas, the doctor (eleventh), week 31

Comments 48

shout_geronimo May 16 2011, 22:46:16 UTC

When the Doctor had told Roxas he was at the Nifleheim gate "right now", he'd inadvertently lied. Being unfamiliar with this strange and beautiful new world and the way it worked, when he'd tried to send the TARDIS into the time vortex, he was dismayed to find he couldn't even do that much. A few re-wiring sessions and a couple dozen thrown shoes later, he decided to walk; he couldn't very well let the Master find out where the TARDIS was hidden.

It was a good thing, then, that he'd arrived just in time to hear Roxas wonder where he was. He was good with time; he'd always been good with time. "I'm right here," came the cheerful and not the least bit frustrated (no, not at all, not even a little) reply, the Eleventh adjusting his bow tie and trying not to appear terribly put out. "Hello, again. Good to see you."

oath_ofoblivion May 16 2011, 22:52:21 UTC

Roxas turned his head to look in the direction of the Doctor. The voice was unmistakable.

"Are you always this late?" he asked with a wry grin, one he found himself using often when teasing Sora or Ven. The other two never really took it all that well, but Roxas would find himself poking fun at them once in a while anyway. He figured he must have done that with all his friends from before he forgot, too, though he really didn't have any idea.

shout_geronimo May 16 2011, 23:03:12 UTC

"I'm never late," replied the Doctor, drawing himself up and looking rather stern, "and I'm never early. I arrive exactly when I want to." It was a lie, of course, and paraphrased from The Lord of the Rings (and wouldn't it be neat if Gandalf showed up?), but hopefully Roxas wouldn't know that. The Time Lord grinned, showing it was all in good fun, and ruffled Roxas' hair. Something about the boy was reminiscent of a lost puppy, and if the Doctor was good at anything, it was taking care of strays. Wait, that sounded insulting.

"Right!" he said, spinning on his heel and walking towards the exit, sticking his tongue out at the guards, "Castle floor, eenie-meenie-miney-moe, memories, then a nice cup of tea. Any complaints?"

oath_ofoblivion May 16 2011, 23:13:15 UTC

"No, you're definitely late." Roxas tried to squirm away when the Doctor ruffled his hair. What was it with people and doing that to him? Did his hair have some kind of magnet in it or something?

"And no...nothing to complain about..." But worries? Those he had plenty of. If Naminé couldn't find anything, what would that mean for the Doctor? And what was the Doctor going to do if he did learn something?

shout_geronimo May 16 2011, 23:32:20 UTC

The Doctor let him move away, striding towards St. Destino without any hint of a care in the world, malfunctioning TARDIS be damned. There was exploration to be had, knowledge to be learned, fish custard to be eaten. Maybe he could even introduce Roxas to some later. No sense in not sharing such a brilliant combination with the world.

"The stairs to reach the next floor are in the church, right?" He'd never been out of the city, not since meeting with his younger self. Surely there was no harm in asking.