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@tindogowner.bsky.social

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺.

"Yes, yes, off and on our way in a bit. Once we've had our fill of chess and pastries, anyway." Once the requisite piece of candy had been taken, the bag was crumpled once more and tucked away in a pocket. Beyond that, his attention was locked on the board, clearly devoting more thought to it -

✨𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓼💫@theceruleanmage.bsky.social · last yr.

---> She was not entirely sure to address it, so instead she decided to gently probe. "You two are... /Passing through/ this place, I presume?" She asked vaguely.

"If I did, would I admit to it? I'll concede it's gotten caught in the TARDIS door a time or two..." That wasn't something most people considered asking about, though thankfully any trips had been low stakes. "Besides, another loop takes up the slack just fine!"

ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ@inanisviator.bsky.social · last yr.

“Uh—spoilers, Doc.” Was all he was going to say on the meeting others comment. Not that it would’ve mattered. The Doctors he knew might’ve worn different clothing. Or had completely different faces. “Don’t you uh, ever trip up on that thing?”

Koschei, formerly known as the Master — has been severed from his past selves and memories due to a failed winter soldier-Type situation. All he remembers is the Doctor and that he loves them. He knows he is a time lord, and wants to do as much good as possible. #DWRP, #MVRP #DoctorWhoRP

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⠀ -————- ☆ -————- 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 ɴ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ᴇ 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦 .ᐣ 💥 -————- ☆ -————- ⠀

⸻ 𝐀𝐂𝐄 !@nitroninebang.bsky.social · last yr.

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It was a moment before he returned, bringing with him a rather large, rather garishly multi-colored parasol which he quickly installed into the table they were gathered around. Once his hands were empty, he tugged the door to the police box shut with a squeak of the hinges and a click. "Well, the +

✨𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓼💫@theceruleanmage.bsky.social · last yr.

---> "Tight game..." She began in a chipper tone while hunkering down and looking at the pieces. "...You guys come down here to... Play... Often? Not the sort of pastime I'd expect in a back alley, but I think I already like your approach better."

There was always something trustworthy about someone who took a jelly baby. It was like a litmus test, though it still had its flaws. Not that the Doctor would ever admit it. "Version? Ah, I see. A fellow Time Lord then? Fourth incarnation, or third regeneration, however it suits you." For -

ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ@inanisviator.bsky.social · last yr.

- the fourth, right…?” Differing realities aside, Rec felt it prudent to clarify just which Doctor he was talking with—just in case he needed to avoid spoilers.

"Oh, we've met? Well, your pleasure to see me again, and my pleasure to meet you!" Quickly taking the other Time Lord's hand, he gives it a shake, leaving behind a jelly baby after. "I'm the Doctor, which you seem to know. The same isn't true the other way around though. What do I call you?"

ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ@inanisviator.bsky.social · last yr.

@tindogowner.bsky.social “Huh—finally, a version of you I recognise.”

"𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅."