Over and over I found myself still astray...

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor had been hoping he would be able to just... be by himself for a while. Things to be done in the TARDIS, after all, plenty of repairs to be made. Once the major repairs were made, though...

It was supposed to be a quick trip, just to make sure everything was in order. And then the TARDIS shook, mid-flight, bucked and twisted and jumped

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[faithful_slayer]

He probably also won't be too surprised when an arrow comes out of nowhere and buries itself in a tree in the vicinity of his face.

Granted, twenty-first century, so that's not entirely common, but...way weirder things have happened to him, right? Weirder things, even, than a pretty brunette stepping out of a nearby tree, pointing a longbow in his face.

"Hi. You have thirty seconds to convince me that I don't want to kill you."

As meetings go, this one is...not entirely auspicious. But Faith's had worse.

[thatsortofaman]

It's more that he's startled more than really frightened by the arrow flying by his face, but the Doctor yelps a little and stumbles back, staring at the girl with the longbow with an expression of pure bewilderment.

"What? It's the early twenty-first century, unless I've really missed my guess. Who carries around bows and arrows in the early twenty-first century?" He lifts his hands a little, realizing she's... still pointing it at him, gaze flickering from the point of the arrow to her face and back. "Ahh... um... well, would it help to point out that I have absolutely no idea where I am?"

[faithful_slayer]

The brunette steps closer, another arrow at the ready.

"If you have to guess about the century, that makes you a time traveler, which either means warlock or demon. If you don't know where and when you are....I guess that makes you an incompetent time-traveler. Which probably means that either you're not dangerous and I should let you go, or you're going to do us all in out of sheer stupidity and I ought to kill you before you kill us."

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor blinks, raises an eyebrow at her. "I am not a demon. Or a- oh, honestly, why is it always magic? Humans."

He steps back a little as she steps forward, hands still raised. "And I'm not incompetent, I just... sort of... got a little lost. My ship sort of... crashed here, and - do you really have to be pointing that at me? I'm unarmed."