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The Ambassador walked down the hallway of the Parliamentary building, whistling to himself, his top hat under his arm with his walking cane in his other hand. He was about to step into the rain when he sensed that a familiar face was behind him.
He turned around to see the Prime Minister’s wife standing there, “Ms.Peel. How may I be of service to you this lovely hour?” He looked to her and saw that she was not smiling, something was terribly wrong, “My kind lady, what’s the matter?”
The woman cleared her throat, “Someone has threatened to assassinate my husband.. I was wondering if you could, for the both of us, find out who is threatening my husband? Please Mr. Rogers. I beg you.” The woman said.
The Ambassador dropped his hat and walking cane to the floor and gently took the lady’s hands into his own, “I will do everything in my power to find who is threatening your husband Mrs. Peel.” He said with a sincere smile, “I promise I will find out who it is.” He said.
The woman nodded, “Thank you Mr. Rogers.” Mrs. Peel said. The Ambassador smiled at her before bending down to collect his walking cane and his top hat. Putting the top hat on he opened the door and looked to the Prime Minister’s wife, “Do not worry, I will have the man caught.” He said before stepping out into the rain and closed the door behind him.
He walked about ten blocks from the Parliamentary Building to his home that was on the corner of the tenth block at the end. Whistling he brought out the keys to his home and unlocked the door, stepping inside he shook off his hat and closed the door behind him. He then slipped off his coat and hung it up on the peg.
The man continued to whistle as he walked into the kitchen, drawing some water he filled up the kettle and set it in the fireplace. Laughing as he realized that he forgot to get the fire started. Soon he had a fire going and went to cooking some dinner. Even though he had lots of money, he did not hire a maid or a cook, The Ambassador preferred to do things on his own.
After he had his dinner and his tea, he sat in the sitting room, smoking a pipe as he stared at the fire. Mumbling something to himself he came to a stand. Emptying the pipe he put it into his pocket and walked to the door, putting on his frock coat and his top hat.
Grabbing his walking cane, the man stepped back out into the rain, he made sure the rim of his hat was well over his eyes to protect them from the rain. Stopping outside a pub, the man removed his hat once he was inside. Taking his frock coat off he laid it over his arm as he looked around the room. He had a knack for knowing who to question just by standing in the middle of a crowded room and listening very carefully.
He finally walked over to a table, that was surrounded by men that were of the high middle class, laying his frock coat over the chair he sat down, resting his hat next to him on the table, “May I join you gentlemen?”
“Of course you can Mr. Rogers!” A man said at the other end of the table. Anthony bowed his head and the game commenced, of course alcohol was involved. The Ambassador probably took one or two sips before sneaking the rest to a bucket below the table that was used for men that got sick from drinking too much.
“So.. have any of you heard about the Prime Minister being threatened?” The Ambassador asked, looking at his cards.
“Oh yes! Little Tommy was the one..” A bloke said, “But he knew that he would be investigated by the cops so he fled to France.”
The Ambassador nodded, “So he thinks he will be investigated or the cops know he is the one that threatened he is the one.”
The man nodded, “Aye. The Bobbies know he is the one.. he tried to assassinate the last Labour party member that got into the office.”
The Ambassador came to a stand, “I thank you kindly for your time gentlemen. I must really be going.” He said and gathered his money. Stuffing the money into his pocket, the man turned around and walked out of the pub. Putting his coat on and his hat, the Time Lord walked not to his home but to the train station.
Well, Maggie had lost track of all the wheres and whens as she traveled. Being numb to fixed and fluxed points didn't help either. She never knew if she was meddling around in her own time line or someone else's. So, she always tried to remain vigilant and tread lightly. But she'd earned the name The Magpie for a reason. She was easily distracted, fascinated by the everything new, and she had a sense of adventure that was notorious for getting her into trouble.
But no matter! Waste not, want not! Right?? RIGHT!
She grinned brightly as she looked around. This felt like England but she wasn't sure when. Well there was only one way to find out, wasn't there! She slipped off the Vortex Manipulator from her arm and stuffed it into her bag. It was going to be useless for a few days anyway. Stupid thing always took time to recharge.
She curiously peered around the corner trying to get a good look at what people were wearing. Let's see.. The ladies had bonnets and fancy hair pins, high collar blouses and corsets, long dresses made to look a bit fuller with a bustle, and laced up boots... The men? Some hat top hats, fancy dress shirt with cravats and patching waist coats, frock coats and slacks and fancy dress shoes......
This was England somewhere during the reign of Queen Victoria. She loved Victorian fashion. She glanced down at her own clothing and realized this was going to be a huge problem. She was in a pair of denim jeans, and a teal tank top and a khaki button down short sleeve shirt over it. No shoes. She ratted her fingers into her hair uncomfortably as she realized that, all these people were going to think she was running around naked.
Well, that was certainly going to make her stand out. She needed to find some period clothing or she would have to stay hidden until her V.M. recharged. She didn't have money to get clothing, and it wasn't like there were ATMs that she could 'sonic' to get some easy cash... and she was certainly no pick pocket. Maggie was too clumsy for something like that.
She couldn't go out dressed as she was.. But she couldn't just stay here either. So, hesitantly, she made her way out of the alley. Maybe she'd get lucky and no one would notice her, yeah? That might have been the case if she hadn't run right smack into someone while she was looking over her shoulder.
She squeaked meekly backing away, and looked up at the man, those green and blue eyes wide with worry "I.. I'm sorry.. I should have been watching where I was going" she made a light curtsy and went to move around him.
Anthony was just making his way around the corner when he that either he or someone else bump into each other. When he looked down he saw that it was a child that was not dressed properly at all. What on Earth was this young lady wearing? It certainly was not of the Era he grew up in. Anthony tilted his head some as he looked down at her.
"I.. I'm sorry.. I should have been watching where I was going"
He watched as she gave him a small curtsy, the man took his hat off and gave her a bow before straightening himself and put his hat back on, "It was my fault." He watched her as she moved to get around him. The man wondered where she came from, "Where did you come from?" Anthony asked, "You certainly are not dressed from this time." He said as the man studied her.
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"I.. I'm sorry.. I should have been watching where I was going" she meekly replied, rubbing her side after bumping into him.
"It was my fault." She continued to move sheepishly around him. "Where did you come from?” the man asked her and Maggie paused with an awkward fidget of her fingers. “Oh, me? I.. um.. Well, you see.. “ She fumbled with her words. She had a bad habit of stuttering and pausing when she was nervous or flustered. "You certainly are not dressed from this time." That was when her cheeks went a little pink.
“I came from back there” she pointed towards the alley, only half lying. She did come from the alley just now, after all. She decided it was best to avoid answering the question about her clothes in relation to Time Period. If there was one thing that her parents and Shadow had taught her, there were just certain things you didn’t say when you were not in your proper time line.
Anthony looked to the alley, yes she came from that way but that was not what he was asking about.. he was really asking about where she really came from, time wise, her clothes told him that she was not from this timeline at all. In appearance because of how she was dressed, she appeared to be under clothed.
“I'm Magpie.. What's your name?”
Oh! He forgot to introduce himself! How rude! The man removed his hat again, "Anthony Rogers. Pleasure to meet you Magpie." He said with a wide smile as he placed his hat back on his head, looking up as he felt a rain drop hit his nose, "Do you have shelter Magpie? It is about to rain." Anthony told the young lady as the rain started to come down harder, "Why don't you come with me to my place and we will talk to the police about finding your parents?" Anthony suggested as he got his umbrella out from under his coat and opened it up, using it to shelter the two of them from the rain.
"Anthony? Well, it's nice to meet you, 'Tony'" she grinned as she shortened his name. She just made it all the more obvious that she wasn't from this time era. She reached to grab Anthony's hand and gave him a rather firm hand shake.
"Do you have shelter Magpie? It is about to rain."
"You can just call me 'Maggie'.. Everyone else does." She grinned a bright and cheerful smile at him and held her hand just above her eyes to shield them from the pouring ran as it began to come down in sheets. Ah, good old English weather. Apparently the weather was horrible no matter what century it was. "And.. a.. a shelter? No not really.. but I think I'll be fine. A little rain never hurt anyone, right?"
"Why don't you come with me to my place and we will talk to the police about finding your parents?"
Maggie arched a brow at him and held her breath. Police?... Her parents? Goodness, how was she going to politely explain her way out of this one?... "I don't have any parents." she blurted out. It almost physically pained her to say that. She took step back away from him, nervously. "B.. Besides.. I know I look young for my age.. But I'm not a little kid, ya know. I'm almost eighteen. So.. There's no need to get the cops involved, right?.... Wait... Do you guys call them 'cops' yet? Or are they.. officers?.."
Man, she really should have paid more attention to her dad when he would explain about timelines and their their slang.
"You can just call me 'Maggie'.. Everyone else does."
The Ambassador looked away for the moment, he heard that name somewhere.. his parents would call his sister... The Time Lord looked down to the little girl, this could just not be her. He adjusted his hat on his head as it started to fall over as gravity slowly started to pull it off his head as he looked to the ground. Straightening himself, he turned to the young lady again .
"And.. a.. a shelter? No not really.. but I think I'll be fine. A little rain never hurt anyone, right?"
"Well.. Sis..Maggie." The Time Lord quickly corrected himself, "Too much rain can get you extremely sick.. so you should come home with me and we will call the police to locate your parents.." The Ambassador smiled widely, one of his nice smiles though, not one of the cheeky ones.
"I don't have any parents." she blurted out. It almost physically pained her to say that. She took step back away from him, nervously. "B.. Besides.. I know I look young for my age.. But I'm not a little kid, ya know. I'm almost eighteen. So.. There's no need to get the cops involved, right?.... Wait... Do you guys call them 'cops' yet? Or are they.. officers?.."
The Ambassador's smile vanished, "Of course you have parents.. we will just have to find them." He scratched at his chin a little then dropped his hand down again, "Well Maggie, by our standards here, a young lady as yourself should not be left on her own at this time of night until she is at least twenty three years old or with someone she is courting." The Time Lord was about to say some more when a couple of shadows started coming their way, that appeared to be holding weapons of some sort, "Come on.. we can't waste any more time here." And with this he grabbed Maggie's hand quickly led her around some corners to lose the shadows.
Breathing heavily the Time Lord looked around the last corner and saw that there were no shadows. With one glance down the street he saw that they were right in front of the Parliament Building, "Well this worked out well.. Let's go inside." The Ambassador led the way up to the front doors and pulled one open or at least attempted to when it did not budge, "Alright it looks like we are heading to my place then.." He took her hand in this and started leading her towards his home, which was not far, only two blocks towards the East then two blocks North.
She was about to politely blow him off again when this Anthony guy said 'sis'. She knew an attempt to cover when she heard one. She did it all the time. She arched a brow at Anthony suspiciously. She crossed her arms even more stubbornly when he made mention that it simply would not be appropriate for him to leave her unattended. She rubbed at her temples somewhat irritably and huffed with a pout.
“Look, I appreciate your concern but I can take care of myself. I'm a big girl.. Can tie my own shoes and everything” she replied a bit sarcastically. She'd almost forgotten that in the 1800's women were considered idiots and were pretty useless aside from running a household and bearing children. “Really, I'll be fine.” but her protests were cut off when he studdenly took her wrist. “Hey! Let go!”
"Come on.. we can't waste any more time here."
And he led, well.. somewhat dragged her around an alley way, through the streets, and towards a building. Well.. This was it. The final moments of The Magpie. She was either about to be brutally raped, or murdered 'Jack The Ripper' style... or both. As they began walking towards the building, Maggie finally let out a grunt of determination and kicked Anthony in the back of the knee trying to get away from him. After all.. poor sod had never explained why he was suddenly dragging her off. “Not today, you sick weirdo!”
Mark yelped as Maggie kicked him in the back of the knee, he let go of her for a moment as he regained himself to put a hand to her upper arm, "Don't run off. It's too dangerous for me to let you go off alone." He looked around for a moment to make sure that the coast was clear, "I am a Time Lord. Like you. But I can't tell you who I really am. My given name." He sighed some, "My name is The Ambassador. We.." He forced himself to take a deep breath to keep himself from saying too much, "You will come to know who I am in your future. But I can't tell you."
The Time Lord, now in his sixth incarnation, released Maggie from his grip and put his hands into his pocket, "I ran away from home after my sister ran away. Well maybe a year or two after her.. Maybe longer. I got stuck on Earth in the American Revolution and have been stuck here ever since." Mark finally looked back to his sister, heartbroken that he could not tell her, but knew that he could not tell her because there would be dire consequences if he did tell her, "You have to trust me Maggie. If you wander these streets alone you will get killed." He looked up and down the street to see if there was anyone coming in their direction, "There was a very bad riot the other day, and since then the crime rate has increased. I don't think I have to tell you what sort of crimes they were."
Maggie arched a brow at him. “The Ambassador? The Ambassador to what?” and when he informed her he was a Time Lord, her shoulders drooped, feeling a little foolish. Magpie never could tell Humans and Time Lords apart. She crossed her arms when he finally followed up with telling her that he knew her, he just wasn't of the liberty to tell her how. “Uuugh.. Why are there so many rules?. You guys make this all so very complicated. Why can't you just tell me? Not even a hint?” she pouted up at him, passing her blue and green eyes up at him with a poor attempt to look like she was flirting, but instead just looked like she had gotten something stuck in her eye.
When she realised that 'Tony' just wasn't buying the act, she huffed crossing her arms and continued walking with him towards his home. “Look.. It's not that I dont appreciate you looking out for me and all.. but all those cloak and dagger stuff just isn't my cuppa tea. By the way.. Anthrony? What year is it?.. and.. Do I have to dress up like the other woman around here? I'm not real fond of dresses”
Mark listened to his sister as she complained.. being a part of the Time lord race meant that life was going to be complicated. Already Mark has learned that.. and that it was a dangerous life at times. Even when he moved from the Colonies to London. But soon he will have to make a vanishing act because people will start noticing that he has barely aged during the years that he has lived in London.
The Time Lord sighed as he scratched his head, "Your hint is that your parents are my parents. But.. in our proper time line I am younger than you." That was all that he was going to tell her since it should be enough for her to figure out who he is.. and why she should know who he is. At least now anyways.
Mark was not sure if he should just let her wander off and learn how dangerous the streets and what sort of dangers there are.. or if he should just put her over his shoulder and carry her to his home, "The year is 1818. And you do not have to wear a dress but people will look at you as though you are strange."
"Your hint is that your parents are my parents. But.. in our proper time line I am younger than you."
Maggie's jaw dropped as though it had become unhinged. She promptly closed her mouth and narrowed her eyes staring hard at him, giving him a fell once over before her eyes slowly widened. Maggie was pretty sharp and that had been a rather obvious hint. She suddenly grabbed her brother and hugged him tightly, nearly putting him in a chokehold. “Mark! You little heathen! Since when are you older than me??” she let go of him and just stared. “My giddy aunt, you've gotten so old! How old are you?? Did you regenerate? Oh gosh, mum and dad are gonna have kittens!!!” she said, almost scolding him. It was so bizarre. Her baby brother was a grown man. It just wasn't normal!
"The year is 1818. And you do not have to wear a dress but people will look at you as though you are strange."
She crossed her arms slightly and crossed her arms and huffed. “Fiiiiine”. She drew enough attention just with her oddly matched eyes. She didn't need to make it worse by being dressed the way she was. She closed her eyes with a sigh and leaned against her now MUCH taller big little brother. Maggie was gonna take a moment to wrap her head around this situation. “Alright.. let's get me a dress then. Nothing to girlie, okay?” she pleaded. Normally, she didn't mind dresses. Maggie was normally quite feminine, but she was simply not in the mood for all the frills and bows and whatnot. And given the era, she was about to get a rather rude awakening with the steel braced deathtrap that the women of this era considered fashion. The dreaded corset.
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