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« Reply #390 on: August 16, 2015, 04:47:56 am »
Donovan gave the Doctor a slight shrug. If the TARDIS had brought them there early, it must have been for a reason. This thought was later confirmed by the Doctor, who vocalized Donny’s exact thoughts. If there was one thing that Donny could count on, it was the TARDIS, even if it had just sent them to the sinking of the Titanic.

“I think so, too,” Donny whispered as he looked around more closely and more carefully. When the Doctor motioned him forward, Donny did as so.

By the time that there was something to see, it was too late for Donny to try and hide. It was hard to recognize them, as they looked quite a bit different than how they looked under the water, but the resemblance was there nonetheless. Donovan’s arms shot up in surrender, he did not want either of them to get hurt again.

Donovan looked to the Doctor, unsure of what it was he was going to answer. From what he could see, the natives had never seen anyone like them. This was likely before they had any interaction with humans.
Donovan cleared his throat.

“We’re not hostile,” he said calmly.


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« Reply #391 on: August 16, 2015, 05:08:49 am »
The Doctor nodded his immediate agreement with what Donovan had to say. “We’re not, honest! I’m the Doctor, and that’s Donovan,” he wished Donovan hadn’t been noticed, but now that he spoke up, he gestured with his head to include him. “He’s human, I’m Time Lord.”

“Time Lord?”
One man spoke up from the back, a rather young looking one, though the Doctor knew their ages didn’t work like humans. Even so, he resembled thirteen by human standards. “Human?”

The Doctor nodded his head.
“He’s native, uh, from across the sea. I’m from the stars.”

Quizzical expressions from all abounded. Then, the one without a hand asked,
“You are a doctor?” He gave a nod. His eyes moved over the others, conspiratorially, and then Agrona let her spear fall. She stepped back. “Danu spoke of a doctor from the stars. She said that you would come to save us.”

The Doctor felt a pang of guilt, but he just smiled and said,
“Of course,” for he had met Danu earlier than this, when he was much younger. “How can I help?”

The man with the feathery tendrils that relaxed into hues of pinks and purples offered his one hand to the Doctor,
“I am Nuada,” he said as the Doctor took his hand. Nuada then offered it to Donovan, “I was king of the Tuatha de Danann.”

“Was?”


“Our rules have it that only the unblemished can rule.”


And with only one hand, it was clear he broke that rule. 


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« Reply #392 on: August 16, 2015, 08:47:50 pm »
As the Doctor spoke, Donovan nodded his head. It was true that they meant them no harm, even if history dictated that would change in time. Feeling out of his element, Donovan was happy to see the Doctor speaking to the natives himself. They were completely ignorant of the two of them, and therefore practiced great care when speaking to the Doctor and himself. That spear was still making Donny very uncomfortable.

The word Doctor seemed to have made an impression on the Tuatha de Danann, and upon their elaboration Donovan could see that they were going to expect something of his Time Lord companion. Why did they need saving? Why had the TARDIS sent them there? Donny acknowledged the very great possibility that these questions were exactly why they were there.

When Nuada offered his hand to Donovan, the boy took it just as the Doctor had. They share similar customs, it seemed.

Donny took a good look at Nuada and felt sadness at his situation. His reign had seemingly been taken from him. If Nuada couldn’t rule, who was the kind of the Tuatha de Danann? Donny wondered whether this might mean that their people were at odds, divided.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,”
said Donovan, his tone far from condescending. “What happened to your people, then? After your rule?”


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« Reply #393 on: August 16, 2015, 09:01:39 pm »
Nuada’s grip was firm, strong. He had not let himself go, despite the state he’d found himself in. He easily met Donovan’s gaze, before he broke the contact.

It was Agrona who growled out at the answer, fierce as history would make her out to be,
“We were enslaved by the fomorians. The rat bastard Bres is more fomorian than danann. He will not even see Nuada!” She made a sharp gesture to the man she considered the true king, despite his imperfection. 

Nuada bowed his head,
“It was thought he’d mend our relations with the fomorians.”

The Doctor frowned at this,
“I see,” he understood the dire situation this was to them. They’d been enslaved by the fomorians, a now-extinct race. At least, he thought so. He’d just been proven wrong about the tuatha de dannans. “Perhaps I could speak to Bres.”

Agrona let out a scathing laugh at the mere thought,
“If he will not see his own kin, what makes you think he shall see you?”

“I’m not his kin!” The Doctor said, as if that would help. “It’s worth a shot, isn’t it?” All the faces around him shared none of his optimism. He asked, “How long has he ruled?”

“Seven years now.”


The Doctor whistled at that, surprised again that the tuatha de danann had not simply deposed him and put someone else in his place.
“Why this rule about imperfections? Couldn’t that just be overlooked?”

Every face showed offense at the idea, and the Doctor lifted his hands again as if surrendering,
“I’m…foreign.” He reminded. He was, most definitely, not dealing with humans.

"Danu has said that none with imperfections shall rule."

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« Reply #394 on: August 16, 2015, 10:24:59 pm »
Donovan tried not to let his frown show, but there was a separate species that the dannan were dealing with, and it made the boy realize just how complicated this situation could be. The existence of the fomorians might not have been directly connected with this group’s situation, but it was definitely there for comparison. Whoever this Bres was, it was clear that this group of dannan did not agree with his way of ruling. 

“We have to try speaking to Bres,” said Donovan, mirroring the Doctor’s words. “Maybe if he sees that we’re foreigners he will at least give us the benefit of the doubt,” though he realize that it might play just the other way around. If Bres was not a reasonable dannan, the fact that they were foreign might just be a fact that would make things worse.

The rule of imperfections was brought up again, and Donovan shook his head in disagreement.

“I’m confused,”
said Donovan with a serious look. “Does Bres have a problem with all of the Tuatha de Dannan of just your rightful ruler? If there is any way that we can have an audience with him, I’m sure we could try and figure something out.”

Unless, of course, this Bres would prove to be unreasonable. There were so many things that Donovan didn’t know about this situation that he couldn’t quite come up with a good angle. What were they trying to do right then? How many times had they tried to contact this Bres? Had their differences in opinion resulted in actual hostility? All these things Donovan wanted to know, but he felt it might be imprudent to simply ask.

Donovan did know one thing for certain, and that was the fact that these did not seem like unreasonable folk. Something must have gone terribly wrong to inspire to do something so sinister.


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« Reply #395 on: August 16, 2015, 10:55:28 pm »
Agrona reiterated, “He has enslaved all of us, while letting his fomorian kin rule as they see fit.”

The Doctor noted,
“The fomorians and the tuatha de danann are different species, but both are akin to fae,” he explained quickly, “Your history has the fomorians as deities of chaos, and the danann as the…well, standard, Greek-like, deities.”

Agrona canted her head. Nuada asked,
“They view us as gods?”

‘Long dead, and long gone, gods.’
Most humans never knew the tuatha de danann had truly existed or the fomorians. Of course, most never knew of the fairies, either.

“What do you mean, history?”
Agrona asked.

“Never mind that!” The Doctor said, bringing his hands together in a single clap, “You lot were out here doing, uh, what now, if you’re slaves?”

The hate in Agrona’s eyes was familiar, since it was akin to the hate the Doctor had seen under the water. The still unnamed man answered,
“We were trying to figure out how to fix Nuada.”

Agrona looked like she might slap him for revealing the information, which the Doctor took to mean this imperfection idea was so deeply ingrained that it would, indeed, be a threat to Bres if Nuada was not imperfect.

The Doctor’s expression softened. He had thought they were plotting rebellion. This was…a different route indeed.
“Ah.” Something for a doctor.

The sounds of shifting wildlife caught them all by surprise. When Agrona pointed her spear at the disturber, it was immediately removed from her grasp by a more skillful user, dressed in armor. Others stepped out around them, of similar features to the tuatha de danann, except they were darker skinned and their eyes seemed like fire. They had no hair of any sort on them.


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« Reply #396 on: August 17, 2015, 12:21:55 am »
‘Ah. There’s the difference.’

Donny made a mental note of it and looked to the dannan. How horrible it must be to be enslaved by a king of your kind. Certainly this would not have resulted if Nuada had remained ruler. ‘Well, you never know.’ The dark thought made Donny reassess the possibilities. Reality was that he didn’t know much at all about Nuada. It might have ended the same way.

When the Doctor spoke of their history, Donny didn’t quite realize what that meant. It wasn’t until Agrona asked about it the he noticed just how odd it must have sounded. The two of them were time travelers after all, and that might not be the best detail to confess to them.

“So that’s why you need a doctor,”
Donovan said softly. He wasn’t sure whether the Doctor could really do anything to help Nuada. What could anyone do, really?

There was no time for an afterthought, for the group was quickly surrounded by what Donny assumed to be the fomorians. He looked to them, and immediately deemed them a much more intimidating species. It could have the slight differences in their features, but it was absolutely the eyes that made them so different.

Donovan stood still, giving the Doctor a careful look. Whatever happened, it didn’t look like they were going to be leaving anytime soon.


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« Reply #397 on: August 17, 2015, 12:33:51 am »
Agrona was known in a later time, as something of a deity of slaughter. Funny the Doctor had crossed her path first. There was a river in Wales named after her, though one wouldn’t know it from the sound—Aeron. The Welsh were strange people, though.

Agrona was predictable. Under threat, she didn’t go for her spear, but let her hand raise up, fingers trailing and playing a song on the air.

It would seem like magic, but the Doctor knew otherwise. The Tuatha de Dannan were as in-tune with the world they were born on as the fairies were with time. The air reacted and gusted from her fingertips, the way the icicle had come to her so easily. Only, she needed no tool for this.

The fomorian was blown backwards, and the Doctor reached for Donovan, deciding running was the best course of option when Nuada was grabbed by the nameless one. That one grabbed his own blade and slashed it at the guard who tried to stand in his path. The Doctor meant to follow Nuada, and figure out how to talk to Bres later.

By then, Agrona had grabbed her own spear and was drawing the attention of the others with the gusts of wind her fingers brought to life, whipping wildly around her, lifting that feathered hair and making her look like a woman possessed.


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« Reply #398 on: September 01, 2015, 02:38:10 am »
For a moment, Donovan thought that there might have been a chance at conversation - a chance at starting things on the side of diplomacy. The thought that followed the last was one of temporary disbelief. On what plane would it have been possible for these two groups, in this specific circumstance, to get along? It amazed Donny that he had even considered it, especially after he took in the look Agrona’s visage held.

Donovan didn’t know her at all, but it was not hard for him to guess that she was not one that would consider talking first. This, apparently, was also parallel to the way the Doctor was thinking. The Time Lord reached for him, and Donny knew that his intent was to run.

But why would they?

‘Run!’

Spears. Weapons. Magic, it seemed. All these things were plenty reason for any right mind to consider fleeing. Instinct should have taken over, but Donny wouldn’t have run had it not been for the Doctor. Why couldn’t he run? Why were his feet behaving like that? Were they no longer the reason behind the boy’s pride?

‘Thank you, Doctor.’

At last, they pushed him forward. The second that Donovan felt the wind press against his face as he accelerated into a quick sprint, it was again as if nothing was wrong. Not even the somewhat frightening sight of Agrona was now enough for Donovan to falter.

“I didn’t want to run!”

Donny didn’t know why he had said to the Doctor, and he was even more taken back by the fact that his confession held more worry than it did surprise. He averted the Doctor’s gaze, easily enough as they both ran forward.

He shook his head.

‘Run now, talk later.’

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« Reply #399 on: September 01, 2015, 03:12:53 am »
If anyone deserved the title of Divine, Nuada would always say it was Agrona. The woman had come out of scrapes that took down hundreds of men, and had a laugh that could chill a person to the bone. He heard it even then, as they were running. The sound of the combat carried on her wind to his ears, the hacking, the slashing, the thuds, and the violent windstorms that would soon give them all away.

‘What are you doing, Agrona?!’


He knew, though. Agrona was not a patient woman, and he had been trying her patience these many long years as they tried to imagine a way to get rid of Bres without killing him. She would have simply had him killed, but that was not their way. He had every right to the kingship, and there was no one to put in his place that they could be certain would be good by them. Agrona herself could not rule; that would be a direct challenge to Danu. It could not be Manann; he was also imperfect, scarred from his battles.

Another thing that carried on the wind to Nuada’s ears were Donovan’s words to the Doctor about running. He looked over his shoulder.
‘You both look like runners.’ He could hear the tone that suggested the boy found it odd, too.


The Doctor found it strange, and gave Donovan a quizzical look. He couldn’t ask at the speed they were keeping.
‘Fear?’ He wondered. ‘Or pride?’ Had Donovan wanted to stay and fight? Somehow, that didn’t seem quite right.

They soon came to a ground that at first, the Doctor didn’t want to step on. He came to a quick halt, and didn’t recognize the place at the eventual location of Stonehenge. He just knew that he had a very strange, and very bad feeling, that caused both of his hearts to beat even faster.

Yet, Nuada walked on it easily.
“Manann, would you?” He addressed the once nameless one.

That one approached the Doctor and Donovan, and offered one hand to either of them. Though he didn’t speak to explain, Nuada did,
“Take his hand, or the land will not accept you.”

Warding tactics. Nuada was not going to deal with fomorians coming here. Still, Nuada did not run here often, lest he give away the place. It was why he, Manann, and Agrona, had been out in the open. It was subtle, that gut-feeling that would detour most, but some would see through it for what it was. Those who continued on would be swallowed up and brought low to be their prisoner, if they did not counteract it.

The Doctor hesitantly took the offered hand.
“Thank you. What about, er, Agrona?”

Nuada chuckled darkly,
“Do not worry for her.”

Manann smirked, clearly sharing Nuada’s understanding.


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« Reply #400 on: September 14, 2015, 03:47:41 pm »
Donovan was still waging an inner war when the lot of them came to halt before an only too-familiar sight. He ran, sure, but it bothered him beyond belief that he hadn’t felt the need to do so. Donovan had ignored it, and now he was acting the fool.

‘Get a grip,’ he was growing increasingly annoyed, and it was scaring him.

Stonehenge greeted them, but it wasn’t in its majestic sight that Donny’s eyes lingered. It was on the ground that had suddenly made the Doctor wary, and the boy couldn’t quite explain why it warranted such a reaction. Any other day Donovan would have noticed the subtle oddity of the land, as perceptive as he generally was. On that day, however, Donny simply looked to the ground with visible confusion – so much, in fact, that if they’d all been in a cartoon, a large and brisk question mark would be seen over his head.

Thankfully, Donovan needed not ask. It was all explained in a second, and in hindsight he determined that he should have known.

Just as the Doctor did, Donovan took the offered hand and followed suit. “Thank you,” said Donny as conversation sparked about Agrona. Where the Doctor showed slight concern, the others countered with absolute faith in Agrona’s chances of survival. The latter was the kind of faith people usually held with Donny. Why was he so unsure now?

“It is refreshing you have so much faith in her,” so much that Donny almost forgot what had happened back on the Titanic, “but what are we to do now? Will this ward keep all intruders out if they are not escorted in?”

His suspicions reminded Donny vaguely of vampire lore, which required an invitation for a vampire to enter a home. The thought, now that he’d met Radik, didn’t seem too farfetched.


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« Reply #401 on: September 16, 2015, 01:08:00 am »
“Nothing is foolproof,” Nuada answered Donovan’s concerns with honesty. It was known what they could do with the land, and there were others with that power—others who served, willingly or otherwise, Bres. “Now, please stand still,” he told them once Manann had led them near the center of the area, before dropping their hands.

The Doctor did so, and the land started to sink. It was not a hole that was made, but more like an elevator that carried him, Donovan, Nuada, and Manann down into a cavernous location beneath the rocks. The ground did open up to them again to reveal the tunnels beneath. The Doctor leaned towards Donovan, and offered a hopefully distracting whisper,
“Fairy mounds came of these,” he said, for indeed, in the future these locations would become known as fairy mounds.

It suited. Fairies had once been considered to be underground dwelling peoples. How times had changed—and of course, the true fairies weren’t that at all.


“I believe that here we can work better.”


“Work?” The Doctor asked, stepping off the platform. The light did not shine down from above—it had already been covered by ground shortly after they descended. The lights below were torches. Fire.

“You are a doctor, are you not?”
Manann retorted. “It should be obvious.” He crossed his own two arms over his chest.

The Doctor’s brows furrowed together for a moment, before,
“Oh!” escaped him, “You want a new hand?”

Nuada nodded.

“Well…that might be a bit tricky.”
The Doctor could restore limbs and such with regeneration energy, but he didn’t feel like sharing any more than he already had. He was already hesitating letting it heal his own wounds. “Does it have to be flesh?”

Nuada looked confused at that.
“What do you mean?” 

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« Reply #402 on: October 20, 2015, 03:31:24 am »
Nuada’s answer came quickly, but it provided nothing more than additional doubt and concern — that which prompted no change in the boy’s expression. Those were words that Donovan had considered plenty of times before, in anything that he attempted to learn. It brought back memories of how annoying ambiguity in academics bothered him. Now he knew that ambiguity in real life was just as frustrating.

“I suppose,” he mumbled to himself as his hand was released and the ground beneath him began to descend in a movement that was reminiscent of an elevator.

The Doctor’s voice came as a pleasant surprise, a subtle sign that perhaps things could easily go back to the way they were. Whatever was happening, and Donovan loathed the fact that he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, needed to stop. The reasons behind his uncertainty, his ignorance, and his newfound cowardice. The Doctor would be Donny’s rock, even if he wasn’t ready to admit to it quite yet.

Donovan offered a smile, letting his eyes wander and take all of it in. He’d remember this, and a lingering afterthought made him realize just how much he wanted his camera with him.

When they at long last reached their destination, Donovan looked to their hosts. The words that came from their mouths proved more unsettling than Donny anticipated they would be. With a quick glance to the Doctor, he contemplated just how they could get around the need to fix Nuada’s hand. Donny knew that the Doctor could regenerate — change faces — but he did not think he could grow the limb from scratch.

“Are you thinking a prosthetic?” Donny looked to the Doctor. If they could find the right tools, and if time was on their side, the boy was sure that he and the Doctor could figure something out. Even then, something that was not flesh might be seen as an imperfection in the native’s eyes.

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« Reply #403 on: October 20, 2015, 04:09:41 am »
“I was thinking just that,” the Doctor agreed, smiling at Donovan, “I don’t think I can make a truly flesh one—not your flesh, anyway. I could make it of a malleable metal, though, one that would respond to your neurosignals just like a real hand would.”

Nuada blinked, clearly surprised at this idea.
“It would be better than your last one. Not as easy to break, tough—would that suffice?” Would that be perfect enough, was really the question, or did it have to be original. Did original translate to perfect?

If so, they had to hate Time Lords.

The light above shimmered, and the Doctor glanced up to see the floor again descending, despite how it had never risen back up. He saw Agrona standing atop it—well, kneeling, really. It was clear she had not gotten out unscathed, yet when the platform ceased its descent, neither Nuada nor Mannan moved to help her. When the Doctor did, as she was standing, she batted him away. Her strike didn’t hit, but the Doctor saw the rage in her gaze.


‘Don’t.’


And she walked forward, hiding her limp well.
“Did any follow you?” That seemed to be the only concern.

“No.” Agrona said as she took a seat, cross-legged on the ground, and bowed her head, eyes closing.

The Doctor bit his lower lip.
“Do you need a Doctor?”

“No.” She denied.

Nuada shook his head.
“She will be fine,” he told the Doctor, “I am interested in this prosthetic you speak of.”

“Um, right!” The Doctor shook off the oddity of the situation, the one wishing for help and the one denying it. “I suppose you will need to see it before you can say whether or not it will help, right? Well, I can get on that. Let’s see here,” he looked around the area. “I’m going to need quicksilver, mercury--wait, those are the same thing. I need that, and I'll need aluminum, pure water, some copper and plastic, and some gummis."

"Gummis?"


"Did I stutter? Donny, would you help them find what I need?"

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« Reply #404 on: November 16, 2015, 06:15:04 am »
It was hard for Donovan not to show a bit of concern for those that most recently joined them (despite the particular distaste that they still carried in his opinion), but it became clear almost immediately that such emotion would be terribly misplaced. There was something about the Tuatha that was very proud, something that would prevent them from truly accepting any help, even if such aid would make things all the better.

‘Curious species,’ the afterthought presented itself anyway, and Donovan was surprised how harsh his own opinion sounded in his head.

Donny’s attention was better directed towards the Doctor, and a plan from which the boy would certainly learn a thing or two. A prosthetic created by the Doctor? It was surely bound to be something fascinating.

“Mercury, aluminium, pure water, copper, plastic, gummis,” Donny repeated as the Doctor listed it all out, wondering himself what that last bit was. Gummis? Did that also have another name? The thought of shrugging to the Tuatha, but he thought it better to hold off. They would need to act quickly if they wanted  to help the Tuatha with their predicament, and he was sure that his own questions would be answered.

“Right away, Doctor,” said Donovan, taking a look around, contemplating which resource would be closest, and where would be the first place to start looking. The boy walked about, minding the Tuatha as he did, hoping not to overstep or offend in any way. Something about working with his mind, with logic, as opposed to with his physicality, was comforting to Donovan. He’d been weak since the game, and the Titanic hadn’t helped.

Could he prove through his intellect that he was still the same person? Would it kill the uncertainties that had been scaring him? The insecurities?

“Pure water,” his mind decided, hopeful. “That could work.”

And so Donny let his mind take the lead.

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« Reply #405 on: November 16, 2015, 07:37:59 am »
“There should be some of those in the TARDIS,” the Doctor said to Donovan, so he would know where to go. “I think I’ll have to do the purifying here. Agrona, you can make water, can’t you?”

She lifted her head and opened her eyes, her stare hard.
“No.”

“But I saw—”
and he bit down on his lip to stop himself from saying it. Had she made water? He reconsidered it. She had frozen water, but had she made it?

“You saw what?” Nuada inquired, but the Doctor shook his head under the hard stare of Agrona.

“Nothing, nothing, I think I know what I saw now. Wind, isn’t it? That’s what you’re attuned to.”
He understood. Cold air would freeze water. Well, darn. “One of you will have to bring me back water. Not much, a gallon really should suffice. The copper I’ll need in thin strips, and—”

The ground around them trembled, not from above this time, but from around. The Doctor rose in surprise, and then his eyes widened in delight as copper fell into their area, the earth giving up its secret. He laughed, and noted how pleased Manann looked. Clearly, he was attuned to the earth.
“Well! I suppose I can work with these to get them thinned out.” He looked to Donny, “The mercury is the only thing I do not believe the TARDIS has,” he spoke to Donovan.

“Quicksilver is among our own,”
Manann stated, “It will be difficult to acquire, but we can find a way to steal it.”

“Right then! Donovan, would you get me the aluminum, plastic, and gummis from the TARDIS, then go with them to get the quicksilver? I need to make the copper into thin strips.”


And question Agrona, who he imagined would stay behind.

Indeed, Nuada said,
“Watch him,” to Agrona, and she gave a nod. The Doctor pretended not to hear as he went to pick up the pieces of copper. 

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« Reply #406 on: January 19, 2016, 02:59:12 am »
Too fast. The boy’s mind was going to fast.

Donovan stopped in his tracks, reminded for a brief moment of how truly unaware he could be. He turned with subtlety, listening to the Doctor as he spoke, but keeping that Tuatha well on his radar. They were so unusual, and yet he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around what they would do to the Doctor in the future. ’There is something more going on here,’ he thought to himself, but knew better than to question the Doctor.

No, the Doctor knew quite well what he was doing, and if he was alright with Donny making his way back the TARDIS without him, the young boy would make sure to oblige. Maybe there would be a thing or two that Donny could learn in the Doctor’s absence. There would be no doubt in the Tuatha’s minds of who was the leader in the duo.

Donny fight back the urge to shrug, instead giving the Doctor a slight nod.

“Alright, Doctor,” he said making a mental list of what he needed to fetch. Within a few seconds, he reconsidered whether he should simply ignore the fact he knew not what gummis was. It might not be in their best interests now that they would be separated. “Doctor?” He called with a slightly embarrassed smile. “What is gummis?”

A chuckle threatened to escape him, but Donovan only mused at how comical the word sounded. As he awaited a response, he looked to find the party that would join him on his way back to the TARDIS.

Only then did he realize that he would also participate in stealing the mercury.

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« Reply #407 on: January 19, 2016, 03:08:04 am »
'What is gummis?'

The Doctor gave Donovan a baffled look at the question, before he realized how it might sound to Donovan, to have such a thing linked with all the others. He laughed aloud, even as Nuada, Agrona, and Manann looked on in confusion, uncertain of what was so funny, and also uncertain of what ‘gummis’ were.

“Donny,”
he said, as he started to calm his laughter, “I mean,” another bit of chuckles, “the candy. Gummi bears, gummi babies, gummi wines—candy. I need candy. I need a sugar rush. Sweets.” And he started to laugh again, “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry to confuse you that way. I think best when I have sugar.” A fact his mother had known well, and one the Master learned when the Doctor was pacing around and eating those sweet treats he so loved until an epiphany hit him like the apple hit Newton. “It’s not going to be part of the craft.”

“Then why do you need it?”
Agrona seemed irked by this.

“I don’t need it, but things will go a lot smoother if I have it,”
he answered.

Nuada seemed benignly baffled, and glanced to Manann, who shook his head, letting the tendrils of his feather-like hair wave over his back, “We will find these…gummis…then.” Whatever the hell these were.

“Do you need further clarification, Donovan?”
Nuada asked. He wasn’t sure what this was, but he understood ‘sugar’. Gummis were a mystery to him, though.


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« Reply #408 on: January 19, 2016, 03:25:04 am »
What had only moments ago threatened a chuckle from Donny now warranted a wide grin from the young man. In part, the grin was directly related to the actual topic of discussion, the gummy bears that had often been a figure of curiosity for the boy. Donovan was not very into sweets, as his diet had been too limited since early in his infancy. Despite their unusual role, the gummies were now part of a plan that seemed ridiculous.

On the other hand — and perhaps the stronger reason behind the grin — was the fascination and intrigue behind the Doctor. He had spoken so casually, and yet so seriously, about what he needed, that it made Donovan think that these gummies must have been some sort of alien element that could revolutionize human technology. The simplicity of the request, and the Doctor’s sparkling demeanor, were far more humorous than the candy.

“Is that right?” There was actually a laugh behind Donovan’s suddenly charmed voice. “Just when I think you won’t surprise me anymore, Doctor.”

Donny turned to Nuada and with a warm smile shook his head.

“No, I know what he is talking about. If there are gummies in the TARDIS, I’ll find them. Perhaps I’ll try one, myself.”

It occurred to him that some sugar might be welcomed by his tired body. Then the thought that the Doctor was in a similar situation present itself. Was the Doctor still weak from what had happened? Should he have pushed harder for the Doctor to rest?

The smile faltered, but Donovan was able to shake his head and turn his gaze to the Tuatha instead. He could worry about the Doctor after he’d have some gummies in his system. Donny did know, however, that he would ask about that later.

“Shall we?” He motioned to the Tuatha.

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« Reply #409 on: January 19, 2016, 03:48:58 am »
The Doctor’s grin widened just a touch. ‘I will always surprise you.’ If only because someone with as long a history as him could only surprise people who had not known him for so long. He’d bet he would still surprise the Master, too. He was older than him now, too, wasn’t he? At least, presently.

“Just don’t eat them all,”
the Doctor chuckled, “or else you’ll have to buy me new ones,” and the Doctor would insist on getting one of those five pound gummi bears, too. He hadn’t had one of those yet, and he desperately desired to try it.

Manann just seemed utterly baffled at the conversation here, so Nuada took over. “Yes,” and he gave Manann a look. Manann moved to be closer to where Donovan stood, much as Nuada did, and he clapped twice.

The ground beneath them shifted, and then, began to lift them as if it were a platform, raising them up towards the ceiling. Conveniently, the ceiling also broke away, moving back and around them, creating a tunnel as they went up and up, until they were back out in the open, with Stonehenge around them.

“Would you take us to this TARDIS the Doctor speaks of, please?”
Nuada asked, though he knew it was the goal, he did not know the way to this TARDIS.

~***~

Once they were gone, the Doctor looked at all the copper that had fallen again, and then took a seat cross-legged on the ground. He grabbed for the first ore, and then with a flick of the sonic, he found the proper setting to start to vibrate the copper off in thin sheets. It would be slow going, but he had a bit before Donovan returned.

He remained quiet at first, and let Agrona watch, first in attempted subtlety, but then blatantly. He hid his smile well, thought leaving him as he worked, but it was not forgotten.

‘Soon.’


Soon, he might have answers for what would happen in the future. He could not stop it—Donovan wouldn’t let him, and he knew in his hearts it was wrong to change it—but he needed to understand so he could prevent worse.


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« Reply #410 on: January 22, 2016, 01:55:09 am »
Donovan gave the Doctor one last nod before he allowed himself to be led back to the surface. He didn’t feel entirely comfortable being without the Doctor, and especially not about leaving the Doctor with what was clearly an aggressive warrior. He looked to Nuada, deciding silently that there really was no reason for him to dislike the Tuatha. Was it moronic for Donovan to hope that perhaps the Tuatha’s history hadn’t already been written?

Donovan offered a smile at the question sent his way, pushing away the problematic thoughts sparked by his curiosity.

“Yes,”
he traced his running with his memory, and settled comfortably on a direction. The TARDIS wasn’t exactly close, which meant that it could take them some time to reach it if they wanted to be careful. “I know where it is,” he conveyed to them, although he wasn’t certain that it was true. “Nuada,” added Donovan casually, “I hope you don’t mind if I ask, but how are you planning to steal the quicksilver? It might help if I know what the plan is.”

With subtlety, Donovan inspected his surroundings, taking note of the paranoia the previous ambush had left in him. Slowly, but with more confidence after every second, the young man began to lead the way back to the TARDIS. What would he do if the Tuatha insisted on joining him inside? Could he coerce them to wait for him? Would he be violating the TARDIS’s trust if he allowed it to happen? What if he was forced?

“It should be close by,” added Donovan without giving specifics.

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« Reply #411 on: January 22, 2016, 02:37:42 am »
The two of the Tuatha followed after Donovan as he led the way to the TARDIS, walking besides each other and behind Donovan. They were silent, until Donovan posed a question to the once-King. Nuada shut his eyes, “It cannot be me that does it. I will be killed on sight. It will have to be Mannan.”

Manann arched an eyebrow, not surprised, but certainly concerned. “A tunnel to where quicksilver is being kept could work, or a hood.” Mannan was not well-known enough to be recognized immediately as a traitor to Bres.

Given, he would be known if he lingered long in sight, “I will do it,” Mannan agreed, ever the loyal servant to his king. He glanced to Donovan, then to Nuada, “I do not think I will need assistance if you want me to attempt subtlety.”

“I want you protected, Mannan,”
Nuada said. “You should have company.”

Mannan sighed, and then nodded, both to what Nuada said, and to what Donovan said of them being close. He knew where to find the quicksilver—he could get in and out easily enough, that Donovan’s company should be no hindrance.

~***~

There was more than enough copper for the Doctor’s plans, and he began to form some of it into wires that would be necessary to power the hand he intended to build. The task was monotonous, boring, and relaxing all at once. He hummed to himself as he worked, an old tune of home, until he realized what he was doing.

‘Stop it.’


It was the song he’d heard in the maze. It was the song he’d heard in the Toy Maker’s realm. It was a song that was as sad as any lullaby ought to be, and it reminded him too much of home. He was dwelling now, more and more, as he realized he wasn’t so alone anymore.

He and the Master just couldn’t seem to catch a break to catch up. ‘And somewhere….’ Somewhere out there was Maya.

He hoped the Master had found her.

He hoped….

“What is that song, Doctor?”


“One from my home,”
he told her without thinking, still working on the wires, “My home is obsessed with time. Tick Tock, we called it, in your tongue.”

“And in yours?”


It had been a long, long time since the Doctor spoke High Gallifreyan, it seemed. Still, he said the name, and sung a couple of lines for her, in that ancient language. Then, he translated, “It’s a song about lovers who wait too long. It tells of how the seasons pass, as time passes, and how we always think we’ll have a moment more, but….”

He thought of River, who knew the song. He thought of the Library.

He thought of Rose.

He thought of his first wife, who gave him children, who then gave him Susan.

He thought of so many, beyond lovers, whom he thought he would always have in his life. Then….

‘Tick tock.’


“…we never do.”


He spoke with the weight of truth.

The silence was heavy in the moment.

“I’m sorry.”


The Doctor almost laughed, as clarity came into the moment. This, then, must have explained her look under the ocean. That betrayal. That anger. Had they grown close, here? Did she remember what he did for Nuada? What he was doing?

No wonder. “Never mind that,” the Doctor laughed it off. “Tell me, Agrona,” he looked up, “have you ever seen one like Donny before?”

She shook her head. “No. Nor one like you.”

“His kind, they’re just across the sea, you know,”
he gestured, “Human,” he informed. “Native, too.”

“What should I care?”


“I just want you to remember that, later.”


She huffed, “Why? They have their land. We have ours. I need not know him anymore than that.”

‘Ah.’ “Your land? What if another needed it?”


“We have seen what happens when another comes onto our land….”
The bitterness was crystal clear as she glanced up, “I can feel it. I can feel the land dying, and Danu has not woken in many, many years….” There was great sorrow there, as she kept her eyes upwards at the land she so loved. 

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« Reply #412 on: May 07, 2016, 07:54:57 pm »
Upon hearing that Nuada would prefer Mannan to have company, Donny felt himself relax. It was an unusual thing for him to relax at the potential of danger he would face, but it made him feel safe to know that he wouldn’t be left behind. Improvisation, although a consistently kind occurrence to him in the past, had not served him well recently. Despite that, if they did come across danger, Donny felt confident that he would be able to provide at least some aid to his temporary allies – so long as he wasn’t alone. Company with his allies, although unusual, was what was keeping him from falling apart.

Despite their allegiance, Donovan could not forget what they had done to the Doctor. He wouldn’t forget that, like he couldn’t forget many other things that had recently happened. A chill went down his spine, but a distraction presented itself.

“We’re here,” he said in a surprisingly casual tone as they came across the TARDIS, a welcomed sight. “It’ll only take me a few moments to gather the things the Doctor needs, and then we can go find the quicksilver. I’ll be right back.”

He looked to his companions, offered a smile, and continued on his way.

Every second that passed gave Donovan the urgency to go inside the TARDIS - the closer he got to it, the more desperate he became. He had been avoiding solitude, and yet upon seeing the TARDIS, he wanted nothing else. He desperately clung to it. Once inside, Donny noticed the air felt particularly chilly and crisp. Then the first wave, the first real wave, threatened to overcome him. He felt his pulse start to race, and his very skin seemed to freeze.

Donny couldn’t help but lean forward, clasping his hands on the metal railing that led to the control panel of the TARDIS for support. His hands slid to the sides as his palms grew sweaty.

‘Pull it together,’ he told himself, as this had happened only once before. He'd had slips before, but only once did it happen with this much intensity. ‘You don’t have time for this now, you can’t do this now.’

It was futile. Donny’s pleas and his greatest effort to calm himself down were not enough. Not by a longshot. Everything hit him like a truck – the Titanic, the Maze, Laura’s death and the inescapable memory of his failure, and the dream he’d had about Dillon above all else. Didn’t they say that time could heal all wounds? Hadn’t they all promised that he would feel better?

“God damn it,” he breathed out, fiercely closing his eyes and shaking his head in denial. He felt the tears fall down his cheeks. He hated crying, and yet he couldn't remember a time where they weren't completely unavoidable.

Donny’s chest heaved in the midst of the panic, flashes of memories and regrets coming and going every second. He kept his eyes closed, hoping that it would make them all go away. They didn’t leave him immediately, but instead pummeled him harder and harder each time.

Time was Donovan’s only medicine, and he stood there still until he felt his chest finally calm. He refused to give in, and although the surge of emotion had literally shaken him, he did not acknowledge it. He had to endure it – forget it. He wiped at his cheeks when he started to feel like himself again, and then went about his business inside the TARDIS.

By the time he emerged out of the TARDIS, items in tow, it was as if nothing unusual had happened inside.

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« Reply #413 on: May 07, 2016, 09:34:09 pm »
Manann and Nuada waited outside of the TARDIS in silence. They dared not speak when both knew how close they were to dangerous lands. “You should return,” Manann indicated after several agonizing minutes had gone by. “You may be caught here, and you cannot come with Donovan and myself.”

“I am here to take the things that Donovan acquires to the Doctor. I cannot leave now,”
Nuada had planned that from the start. He knew he could not go near Bres, or he would be executed. Imperfect though he was, he was still a threat to Bres’s rule, and the fomorian had not forgotten that. “I will be fine.”

“Danu will not protect you.”


“I will be fine,”
Nuada reiterated.

Manann crossed his arms over his chest, an annoyed sentry before his king, and then the doors of the TARDIS opened and they both stepped aside.

Manann motioned then to Nuada, “Please give him what you have found, Donovan. Nuada cannot join us when we go to get quicksilver. They will execute him on sight.”

Nuada held out his own hand, the smile on his lips present as he said nothing. What Manann said was the truth, nothing more was needed. He would take these to the Doctor so he could continue working and constructing all that he could, until the quicksilver was needed.

~***~

“Danu,”
the Doctor mused, “You know her? Knew her?” Which was more appropriate.

Knew apparently was not. A sharp look was given to the Doctor at that, “I know her,” Agrona answered him, “She walked when I was young. She walked before the fomorians came. Their arrival brought her to sleep, to help the dying land. She has gone into it.”

‘Buried?’ The Doctor wondered, but did not ask. Agrona seemed not to think that Danu was dead.

“Tell me of her,”
he spoke gently, setting aside the wires. They were all made. All that was left now was the rest of the parts. He couldn’t do much else until they arrived.

“You said others viewed us as gods,”
Agrona recalled, and he nodded, “Danu is truly that. Born of earth and only earth, she brought all of us into life with no one else. We must share ourselves with another to bring life. She is one with our land, and from our land she formed us.” At least, that was the story Agrona knew. She had been born, not created by Danu’s own hands.

The feathers upon her head seemed to lay softly. Everything about her, actually, softened as she thought of Danu. “She has gone into the land before, but never for this long. We know it is the fomorians who keep her there, and their injuries to her land, and to her people. Bres has forgotten he is like us. He has forgotten the ways of our lands.”

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« Reply #414 on: May 07, 2016, 10:34:51 pm »
‘So he isn’t joining us,’ he thought to himself, for a second wondering why he even left with them. To say that Donovan was distracted would be an understatement. What if there is something he missed? ’I supposed he could have only joined us so that we could save time, but…. What if…?’

The worry he had over the Doctor was unavoidable, even if he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Still, something about the Doctor being by himself made him feel uneasy.

Donovan looked to Nuada and determined that it would not be in his best interests to lie to him. What good would it do? They were helping him, weren’t they? It made sense that Nuada couldn’t join them in finding the quicksilver, and that he could be more of a liability than an asset. He didn’t know much of what their kind valued, or how they work, but he could easily see how Nuada could be in danger if he remained with them. Was he a threat to the current leader? Would he make things harder for the both of them?

Without much restraint, Donny handed over the many objects that the Doctor needed to Nuada. “Feel free to take some of the candy, if you’d like. There plenty in there for you and the Doctor.”

Would they like the candy? It wasn’t  Donny’s favorite thing, but he knew plenty of people enjoyed it.

“Anyways, I’m sure we can find the quicksilver just the two of us, and we’ll join you in no time.” Donovan turned to Mannan and gave him a nod. “I’m ready to go whenever you are.”

And he was. After what had happened inside the TARDIS, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself for a while, Donovan needed to be with the Doctor. First, they needed the quicksilver, and he fully intended to find it as quickly as possible.


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« Reply #415 on: May 07, 2016, 11:03:32 pm »
The items were taken, and Nuada arched an eyebrow at the offer of candy. He still wasn’t sure what candy was, but he recalled it was mentioned. It was whatever the ‘gummis’ were. Perhaps he would try one, when the Doctor showed him what they were and proved they were edible. “Thank you,” he managed to take it all with one hand, though it was a bit awkward and some had to be pressed against his body.

Even so, nothing breakable was held in that fashion.

“Be safe,”
Nuada spoke to both, before he turned away to find his way back to the Doctor.

Manann took over then. “We will walk over land for a while, then we must go beneath it. I know the way to the tunnels,” tunnels he had made, once upon a time. Tunnels that had served Nuada’s escape, and was his constant return. Earth was his element, though. Earth his area of greatness, whereas Agrona was more in tune with the air around them.

He led away from the TARDIS, the path familiar to him. The entire land was familiar to him, though, and he kept himself alert for any unnatural sounds.

He did dare to ask, “Why is it, truly, that you and the Doctor are here?” Nuada would believe in superstitions or gifts from Danu, but Manann knew that was not the case.

These were not of Danu. He knew what was of Danu.

~***~

Nuada’s return was announced with the shifting of the ground, and the lowering of the platform, that would disintegrate into the ground and rebuild itself above when the king returned. The Doctor and Agrona both rose, and the Doctor’s excitement faded as he saw it was only Nuada.

“Where’s Donny?”
He asked as Agrona walked to her king and took the items he held from his arm.

“He has gone with Manann to get the quicksilver. I have brought you these so you may continue to work,”
he recognized the copper strips then.

Agrona placed the new items at the Doctor’s feet, as he frowned. “Is he safe with Manann?”

“Yes. There is none better, save perhaps Agrona, at protecting.”
And Agrona could not go. She, too, would be killed.

The Doctor bit the inside of his cheek. Then, he sighed, “Fine. Come sit here, I’ll get the arm measured and fitted while I work on crafting it.”

And Nuada came over, and the Doctor sorted out the items, “Gummi?” He asked, after popping one of the colorful candies into his mouth.

Nuada frowned a bit, then, held out his hand, “Just one.”

Immediately he was given a red one, and he tasted it, tentative, before popping it into his mouth. His confusion by its texture made Agrona grow visibly worried, and the Doctor just laughed as Nuada swallowed it, still looking baffled. 

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« Reply #416 on: May 08, 2016, 12:11:21 am »
Donovan waved to Nuada as they parted ways, and he was sure to remain close to Mannan as they made their way to the quicksilver. Apparently they would need to go through tunnels to get to it, but Donovan never minded confined spaces. Just like Mannan, Donny had respect for the earth, and he had never been wrong by it. The sea, however, had not been as kind. The freezing memories still lingered.

When the question was thrown his way, the boy gave a subtle smile. He had expected this, but he hadn’t expected it so soon.

“You don’t believe we are here to help? What concerns you?” Donovan’s voice did not suggest that he was challenging Mannan, but that he was actually genuinely curious about why he hadn’t believed them. In truth, there was no reason why he should believe them. Donovan had been wise in the past to be skeptical.

“The Doctor and I, we go where we are needed, and we help people heal. His name is the perfect representation of what we do, and what we value most about the world. Do you sense any ill intent from us? I assure you that we have none.”

Donny was capable of lying, and he excelled at it, but in that moment he didn’t feel like he as lying. In fact, what he had said felt like something he liked to believe to be true. What had caused him to join the Doctor? It was the sense of adventure, sure, but time had proved that they were meant for so much more than that. Even if things had taken a turn for the sour recently, Donny believed that they were both healing.

Couldn’t that be true? Couldn’t the Doctor be the person to finally cure him from his demons?

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« Reply #417 on: May 08, 2016, 12:47:09 am »
“The fact that you are immediately defensive concerns me,” Manann knew how to read people. It was one of the very reasons he remained alive and could move through Bres’s court under hood. He knew how to appear unsuspicious, even though his default demeanor was stoic.

The tunnel was not a visible thing, not to human eyes, and Manann paused when they were above it. “You two may go where you are needed, but your help can never be good for all. Here you will bring about destruction and ruin for the fomorians.” He noted, as the ground shifted under them, “Have you considered that in your measured words, Donovan?” Or that a Doctor naturally destroys anything when he heals?" Disease was destroyed by medicine. Poison by antidote. Opposites were always, truly, together.

Ill intent lived besides good intentions.

He did not believe that the Doctor and Donovan were completely benign. He’d be a fool to do that. “When you and your Doctor arrived, he said he was foreign to explain his misunderstandings, but he also seemed aware of Danu’s prophecy as he immediately agreed to it,” the ground was lowering them now into the tunnel, “Agrona and Nuada may have overlooked this, but I have not. He says whatever is convenient. That is the practice of a skilled liar. People lie when they have ill intent.”

The ground covered over them, leaving them in utter darkness. It did not remain so. With a gesture, small holes appeared in the tunnel ceiling, allowing light to trickle down.

“I will ask you again: what is your purpose here?”


~***~

While the Doctor tried not to fret over the sentinel who looked thirteen, he did, even as he measured Nuada and busied himself with his work. He just had this feeling that Manann could be far more dangerous than the others were letting on—and with how blunt and silent Manann had been, he worried for Donovan.

Yet, he set about preparing the metal arm, weaving it seamlessly onto the nub that was left of Nuada, while the once-king ate gummies in peace.

Even Agrona was convinced to try one, though she clearly thought they were disgusting once she’d had one, much to both Nuada and the Doctor’s amusement. “Now we do just need the quicksilver,” the Doctor noted.

The hand looked too robotic, and though it was now connected to the nerves and Nuada was able to start sending orders to the fingers—thanks to a bit of sonic and electrical ingenuity, it did not look perfect. It was skeletal. That could not do—not for the Tuatha de Danann.

The quicksilver would make it seem seamless and divine.


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« Reply #418 on: May 08, 2016, 03:09:37 am »
Donny certainly wasn't being defensive, but Mannan clearly was.

“I apologize if my response came across as defensive, for that was not my intent. I am merely curious as to why you don’t seem open to help.” Donny’s tone was not aggressive, but he was not going to allow his intents to be misinterpreted.

“You are right to believe that not all help results in good things, it would be foolish to assume that. The intent behind the help is much more important, as is the willingness to accept such aid. It is equally foolish to assume that all you hear from someone is truth. As far the Doctor goes, he didn’t lie to Nuada and Agrona, or yourself. He is indeed alien, but his foreign nature should not mean that he is ignorant to the way of your people. If you would like to see ignorance regarding that, you must look no further with me here.”

Donny walked with Nuada as he spoke, and he spoke calmly. When the ground began to move beneath them, Donny made sure not to lose his footing.

“I was wondering whether you would confront me about the ambiguity of what the Doctor said, but you should not worry about our intentions. I assure you there is no ill intent from us. Should the Doctor have an agenda of his own, which I daresay is impossible, then I do not know of it.”

When the question was once again given, Donny couldn’t be silent.

“Our purpose is to help - to help Nuada in his right to pursue a rule that is rightfully his. How could we not give him that chance? If the Doctor is able to give him an arm, shouldn’t he do so?”

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« Reply #419 on: May 08, 2016, 03:27:03 am »
Manann decided as they were under the ground, that he did not like Donovan. “You have not answered my question.” He said the Doctor’s intent was to help. He said that was the reason. Yet, of course, that was not what Manann wanted to know—not really. He wanted to know why. He wasn’t asking it that way, because for him, asking someone what their intent was usually got him the reason.

Their actions were obvious.

Their intent was not always so. “We will continue on, but know this—should I learn that your reasons are not in our favor, you will not leave here.” Anyone could offer to help. They could even act as if they were going to help. That was how the fomorian relations began, and then that all went to shit.

Bres was evidence of that, and so Manann decided to educate the young man, “Those you seem intent to oppose came to us with open arms, and then put shackles upon our wrists.” Metaphorically, in most cases. “They told us they were here to help. They did not tell us what their help meant.” Their ideas of help were not the same. The fomorians saw the danann as inferiors, and so helping them was taking power from them.

The lights continued to appear as they moved through the tunnel, until eventually a larger hole appeared before them, large enough to be crawled out of. Manann threw up his hood, and jumped to grasp at the edge, reaching it and then pulling himself up and over, and onto the surface of the kingdom he had grown up in.

At night, it was still beautiful. The trees had a bioluminescence to them, here, that provided a beautiful green lighting. The dew that clung to them offered a rainbow of reflective colors. They were, of course, right outside a treasury building.