Sometimes, if her role as the presidential bodyguard allowed it, Leela would watch the twin suns setting from the top of the highest building in the Capitol
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Narvin's natural habitat was not, never was, never would be, a park. Greenery, tinted red or otherwise, was almost foreign to him now, as he spent most, if not all, of his time now running about in the Citadel, being so incredibly busy that it made even his vast mind full to burst. He had even forgotten, if only momentarily, why it was curious to only see one sun in the blue sky instead of two in a red one, before realising that he was no longer on his way to the Panoptican.
Though he didn't immediately voice the threat to his surroundings, it had already been concluded as a general conclusion of fact that he was going to shoot someone for this. Even better if that person turned out to be his Lady President. (He was just exasperated - he didn't actually mean it. ... At the very least, he meant it a lot less than he had done before.)
"There are logical thinkers and there are intuitive thinkers in this universe," he drawled knowledgeably. "How surprising that you're neither."
"And which are you, Narvin?" demanded Leela, speaking in acidic tones. She hadn't expected to see him - of all people! - here and she couldn't decide if she was pleased or not. He was an on Romana's side now, yes, but he was also Narvin.
"Did you do this?" she added, taking a step closer to him. She had lowered her knife a little, but continued to hold it tightly at her side. This place was unfamiliar and, in her life, unfamiliar often meant dangerous. "I do not care if we are allies now, Narvin, you will not play with me."
The fact that she could have helped him willingly - because he was an ally, despite everything that had happened in the past - made the potential of a betrayal even worse. Did he think so little of her that her that he hadn't thought to ask? Was a savage - a stupid savage - to unimportant to consult?
There was something strangely comforting about being so roundly untrusted, and it was a comfort that Narvin had held for longer than was probably really necessary. It helped him know where he stood in the pantheon of the universe, which apparently invariably turned out that he wasn't very welcome in it. Which was fine, honestly. It wouldn't be half as fun, otherwise, but at least it gave him something to do when he got out of bed in the morning.
Narvin's entire form stiffened with a palpable irritation that he felt he could practically spit physically out of his mouth at her words. "Do you really think," he demanded with the most offended pitch to his tone, "That I've the time to play games with you?"
This was an unforeseen sense of arrogance from the bodyguard in his opinion.
She didn't care about offending Narvin. At the moment, the only thing that mattered was getting back to her place at Romana's side. When he spoke to her in the arrogant tone that he seemed to save for her alone, Leela gave him a dark look - a look which now expressed irritation and distaste, when once it had been filled with anger and hate - that she saved for him alone.
"We are the only ones here, Narvin," she pointed out. He was the first person she had seen since arriving in this strange garden and, most importantly, he was slippery as a snake. "What was I supposed to think? And where are we?"
She was not in the habit of fighting with children - even children that were on the edge of adulthood - and her anger was not directed at Clyde. Leela lowered her knife, but she did not return it to her belt. Not yet.
"I have pulled away from my home," she said. Which wasn't the right word to describe Gallifrey - it was not home - but was one that he would at least understand. "Are you surprised that I am angry?"
IT ONLY TOOK ME A MONTHobiwan_clydobiFebruary 22 2011, 11:18:41 UTC
Clyde relaxes a little once the knife is lowered. Or he would, if the presence of the knife had been causing him any concern, which it totally hasn't.
"It's annoying, yeah." Pause, reconsider. "Worse, I guess, depending on what you were doing at the time." He shrugs. "But no one's trying to hurt you. Far as I can tell, the city just picks people up."
CLYDE IS ALWAYS WORTH THE WAITanoblesavageFebruary 22 2011, 21:42:56 UTC
"It is more than annoying," Leela snarled, but her ire was no longer directed as Clyde. She might not have been as wise as a Time Lord, but she was good at reading people. She could tell that he was as lost as her.
"I am not worried about getting hurt," she added, "I am worried about other people getting hurt."
She was worried about Romana - her charge, her friend, her family - getting hurt.
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Though he didn't immediately voice the threat to his surroundings, it had already been concluded as a general conclusion of fact that he was going to shoot someone for this. Even better if that person turned out to be his Lady President. (He was just exasperated - he didn't actually mean it. ... At the very least, he meant it a lot less than he had done before.)
"There are logical thinkers and there are intuitive thinkers in this universe," he drawled knowledgeably. "How surprising that you're neither."
He's being affectionate. Probably.
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"Did you do this?" she added, taking a step closer to him. She had lowered her knife a little, but continued to hold it tightly at her side. This place was unfamiliar and, in her life, unfamiliar often meant dangerous. "I do not care if we are allies now, Narvin, you will not play with me."
The fact that she could have helped him willingly - because he was an ally, despite everything that had happened in the past - made the potential of a betrayal even worse. Did he think so little of her that her that he hadn't thought to ask? Was a savage - a stupid savage - to unimportant to consult?
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Narvin's entire form stiffened with a palpable irritation that he felt he could practically spit physically out of his mouth at her words. "Do you really think," he demanded with the most offended pitch to his tone, "That I've the time to play games with you?"
This was an unforeseen sense of arrogance from the bodyguard in his opinion.
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"We are the only ones here, Narvin," she pointed out. He was the first person she had seen since arriving in this strange garden and, most importantly, he was slippery as a snake. "What was I supposed to think? And where are we?"
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"I have pulled away from my home," she said. Which wasn't the right word to describe Gallifrey - it was not home - but was one that he would at least understand. "Are you surprised that I am angry?"
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"It's annoying, yeah." Pause, reconsider. "Worse, I guess, depending on what you were doing at the time." He shrugs. "But no one's trying to hurt you. Far as I can tell, the city just picks people up."
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"I am not worried about getting hurt," she added, "I am worried about other people getting hurt."
She was worried about Romana - her charge, her friend, her family - getting hurt.
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