Genies, Banshees, and Time Lords!
Dec 16, 2013 19:13:55 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2013 19:13:55 GMT -5
Anachrony
a•nach•ro•ny
n. Discrepancy between the chronological order of events and the order in which they are related in a plot. Not synchronous; not occurring or existing at the same time or having the same period or phase.
A prime example of an anachronism would be a 1960s style police box in the midst of London. The box in question was not an antique, nor was it authentic. The dimensions were all wrong and it was humming, and the Djinn could feel the energy. Oh no, this was a TARDIS. He could sense it. But TARDISes weren’t supposed to anachronistic. They were supposed to blend in with their surroundings, be congruous. That was the purpose of the Chameleon Circuit – even Aixa knew that, and he’d only met a few Time Lords.
He looked over it curiously before moving into the shrubs as someone exited it, locking it behind him. Aixa grinned and crept after him, following him at a distance before finally jogging to catch up to the man. He grinned, taking in his features carefully. A bit of an unfortunate chin, but other than that the man was quite handsome. He passed his hand through his hair. “Hey, you,” Aixa said, poking the man in the chest. “My name’s Aixa. Are you new around here? Humans aren’t terribly stupid, and even a regular one knows that your box doesn’t fit.”
Aixa didn’t always start up a conversation with a stranger, but he was young. He hadn’t had his encounter with The Nomad or Pippa yet – he had no reason to be wary of aliens, and though he had been through a lot, he still had a sort of wide-eyed innocence in his eyes that let him be a little childish at times.
a•nach•ro•ny
n. Discrepancy between the chronological order of events and the order in which they are related in a plot. Not synchronous; not occurring or existing at the same time or having the same period or phase.
A prime example of an anachronism would be a 1960s style police box in the midst of London. The box in question was not an antique, nor was it authentic. The dimensions were all wrong and it was humming, and the Djinn could feel the energy. Oh no, this was a TARDIS. He could sense it. But TARDISes weren’t supposed to anachronistic. They were supposed to blend in with their surroundings, be congruous. That was the purpose of the Chameleon Circuit – even Aixa knew that, and he’d only met a few Time Lords.
He looked over it curiously before moving into the shrubs as someone exited it, locking it behind him. Aixa grinned and crept after him, following him at a distance before finally jogging to catch up to the man. He grinned, taking in his features carefully. A bit of an unfortunate chin, but other than that the man was quite handsome. He passed his hand through his hair. “Hey, you,” Aixa said, poking the man in the chest. “My name’s Aixa. Are you new around here? Humans aren’t terribly stupid, and even a regular one knows that your box doesn’t fit.”
Aixa didn’t always start up a conversation with a stranger, but he was young. He hadn’t had his encounter with The Nomad or Pippa yet – he had no reason to be wary of aliens, and though he had been through a lot, he still had a sort of wide-eyed innocence in his eyes that let him be a little childish at times.
[ ooc| The Eleventh Doctor ]