The Doctor steps out into a lovely day in an alien jungle, of sorts. It's very lush, extremely humid, and there might even be some ruins nearby, nearly hidden by vines. He also might notice the ground shaking slightly, as if something very heavy were running towards him.
This is followed very shortly by... well, despite the fact that it's the furthest away, the first thing that he'll likely notice is the gigantic, loinclothed creature running towards him, roaring, swinging its crude mace. Only after noticing that is he likely to notice two reddish wolves - one larger and armoured, the other smaller (though not by much) - running away from it, and the small, red-headed, pointed-eared archer riding on the larger one's back
( ... )
The Doctor yelps, flailing for a moment, but... okay, large creature crashing through the jungle behind them, clearly planning to kill them, so maybe he can put off the flailing until it won't probably knock him off the... whatever it is they're riding. He grabs hold of the saddle, and glances back, past her to the thing following them.
"Have a chance against what? Where are we?" They can totally have this conversation while (apparently) running for their lives.
"Ogre!" the girl responds breathlessly, and turns to check on their progress. They're pulling ahead, thankfully, and it looks like the ogre might give up soon.
But not yet.
"Stranglethorn, you must be a bit lost if you don't know that!"
"Well, naturally," the Doctor remarks, somewhat bemused. Of course it'd be an ogre. It looks like an ogre, after all.
He tries to shift a little, hook one of his legs up over the saddle, but that pitches him forward and nearly shakes him off altogether, so after a moment he settles for just dangling there. He'll move when they stop running.
"I'm usually more than a bit lost. Doesn't bother me much!"
The girl presses down on him briefly (hand on his ass, amusingly, but she doesn't seem to notice the impropriety, and since when does impropriety count when you're running for your life?) to keep him on as the wolf makes a sharp turn, heading down a slope towards a small outpost of sorts. A well-armed outpost, if there's anything to be assumed from the fact that many heavily-armoured green fellows with swords and axes come pouring out of the gate, passing around the wolves, to engage the ogre
( ... )
He slides awkwardly off the wolf and dusts himself off before glancing up... and glancing around to the people staring at him. He... doesn't recognize any of these species, which is always fun. And sometimes ends in people trying to kill him, but hopefully this won't be one of those times. He waves a hand awkwardly at those watching before turning back to the girl.
"No, no, I'm not a priest. Just sort of a... traveller. That's all. I'm the Doctor."
"I like to think it's bravery. I don't tend to need weapons anyway." He pauses a moment, because... his TARDIS is back there. In the woods. But he supposes he can always find his way back when he needs to - Stranglethorn Vale, not so hard to remember. The Doctor sighs and jogs to catch up with her.
"I'm not... I'm not a human." Could be worse. At least she's not calling him a Martian.
Oh, she can get him back to his TARDIS when the time comes. She just didn't really... notice that he was getting out of a strange blue box. She raises an eyebrow (again - he's going to get that response a lot, she thinks) at the insistance that he's not a human. She doesn't say anything until they've come to the top of the ramp, waiting for the Goblin zeppelin to arrive, and then looks him over.
"Let's see, then... rounded ears; pink skin; no fur, tusks, tails, or hooves..." she shrugs. "Either you're a human or a dragon in disguise, and I highly doubt a dragon would need telling what an Ogre is. Where did you come from, Stormwind?"
There is silence. And baffled staring. The girl searches his face with a frown, as if looking for some indication that he's joking. She's not overly adept at reading people, but...
He really doesn't know. He's wearing strange clothes, has no weapons, looks like a human but says he isn't (or a dragon), and has no idea what Stormwind is.
"Who are you?" she asks finally, almost a bit exasperated, mostly just shocked.
"I... told you," he says slowly, with that tone of aren't you listening? "I'm a traveller. Called the Doctor. Hello." How many times are they going to have to do this? Honestly.
You'll have to forgive her, Doctor - they have a very small and connected world. Summer looks at him with an expression that conveys her disbelief that he's 'just a traveller', but the zeppelin arrives, and she shakes her head a bit and gives a sharp whistle to her wolves. Both trot calmly onto the vessel, though the larger one growls softly at a goblin mechanic, sending it scurrying a few metres away.
"I'm Summer," the red-head says after another brief moment of staring at the Doctor, and boards without another word, perching on the railing, balanced without holding on to any of the various ropes.
"So," she continues, crouching to be more at eye level with the Doctor, "if you're not human, or magically disguised, then what are you? You're far too tall to be a gnome or a dwarf, and you're very obviously not part of the Horde."
"I'm not a part of anything, really," the Doctor answers breezily, eyeing her for a second and then leaning against the railing beside her. Even he's not cocky enough to go perching there - he likes this body, and is not about to lose it doing something as stupid as falling off of something - but if she's certain she'll be alright, he won't question it.
He pauses a second, studying the zeppelin itself - or appearing to, anyway, though he may just be buying himself a moment to think. He gets the feeling she's not going to stop questioning him until he gives her a proper answer, so when he looks back over to her, he replies, "I'm a Time Lord. Much cleverer than a human, thank you..."
He likes humans and all, but that doesn't mean he wants people calling him one.
This is followed very shortly by... well, despite the fact that it's the furthest away, the first thing that he'll likely notice is the gigantic, loinclothed creature running towards him, roaring, swinging its crude mace. Only after noticing that is he likely to notice two reddish wolves - one larger and armoured, the other smaller (though not by much) - running away from it, and the small, red-headed, pointed-eared archer riding on the larger one's back ( ... )
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"Have a chance against what? Where are we?" They can totally have this conversation while (apparently) running for their lives.
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But not yet.
"Stranglethorn, you must be a bit lost if you don't know that!"
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He tries to shift a little, hook one of his legs up over the saddle, but that pitches him forward and nearly shakes him off altogether, so after a moment he settles for just dangling there. He'll move when they stop running.
"I'm usually more than a bit lost. Doesn't bother me much!"
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"No, no, I'm not a priest. Just sort of a... traveller. That's all. I'm the Doctor."
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"I'm not... I'm not a human." Could be worse. At least she's not calling him a Martian.
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"Let's see, then... rounded ears; pink skin; no fur, tusks, tails, or hooves..." she shrugs. "Either you're a human or a dragon in disguise, and I highly doubt a dragon would need telling what an Ogre is. Where did you come from, Stormwind?"
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"I am not a dragon," he says solemnly, with an amused twitch of his lips. "...what's Stormwind?"
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He really doesn't know. He's wearing strange clothes, has no weapons, looks like a human but says he isn't (or a dragon), and has no idea what Stormwind is.
"Who are you?" she asks finally, almost a bit exasperated, mostly just shocked.
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"I'm Summer," the red-head says after another brief moment of staring at the Doctor, and boards without another word, perching on the railing, balanced without holding on to any of the various ropes.
"So," she continues, crouching to be more at eye level with the Doctor, "if you're not human, or magically disguised, then what are you? You're far too tall to be a gnome or a dwarf, and you're very obviously not part of the Horde."
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He pauses a second, studying the zeppelin itself - or appearing to, anyway, though he may just be buying himself a moment to think. He gets the feeling she's not going to stop questioning him until he gives her a proper answer, so when he looks back over to her, he replies, "I'm a Time Lord. Much cleverer than a human, thank you..."
He likes humans and all, but that doesn't mean he wants people calling him one.
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