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December 15, 2010. Cardinal Place Shopping Centre. 6:25 PM
A pale, scarlet haired girl with green eyes wandered through the crowds of busy holiday shoppers. Trying to just get past all the last minute craze, before her little prank went off. She had to be as far away as possible, before her mixture of Honey, and feathers went off.
It was amusing, to the twenty year old, how easily it was to break the normality of any situation. Though, she was fairly certain that a certain someone wouldn't be particularly happy, when he sees the report on the Tele. Ah well, she was enjoying herself, and besides, Raya just got the urge to pull off another prank.
It wasn't like she was trying to stay stuck as a vandal. No. Not at all. In fact, Raya had been so good for about two months. No pranks, or sticky bombs of any sort. However, it's very hard to break a very old habit.
Anyway, Raya had just managed to get a good six yards away from the building. When, a bunch of people came running out, covered in honey, and topped with white goose feathers. She couldn't help but giggle. It was just to brilliant.
Earth during the holiday season was, to put it simply, a legitimate madhouse. The Overseer was not used to this sort of riffraff – hell, why was he even here? Mingling with humans was a very hit-or-miss affair for him, as his tolerance was stupidity was admittedly very low. The humanoid alien was currently meandering his way down a cluttered street at the Cardinal Place Shopping Centre (the odd name had been plastered onto a large, flashy sign several yards back). It was early evening, although the sun had already set completely. Such was typical for December. In fact, it was a mere six days from the shortest day of the year on Earth. The foreigner had taken it upon himself to learn about Earth’s typical lunar and solar cycles, seeing as he was a regular. The seemingly carefree civilizations just seemed to click with the Time Lord, for reasons unbeknownst to even him.
As the Overseer rounded a corner, he noticed a flock (no pun intended) of people running out of a nearby building, covered from head to toe in a strange ensemble of white feathers and a sticky amber-colored substance. He stopped abruptly in a spate of unease, although something was telling him that this sort of behavior was completely commonplace for most human beings. They seemed to have a natural lust for pleasure and enjoyment – much akin to Time Lords and most organic species in general. As a result, he couldn’t exactly perceive the feathered folks as a threat. But what was that maple-y substance? He wasn’t able to catch a whiff of it as they passed. Ah, well. If these people weren’t running and fearing for their mortal lives, then they were likely in the clear.
The Overseer set off once more, deducing that continuing his brisk walk would do him at least some modicum of good. His TARDIS (disguised cleverly as a dumpster) was only a few blocks behind him. He didn’t get very far, however. Since he had been looking down steadily at the concrete sidewalk below him, he had failed to notice that he had bumped into someone.
“Terribly sorry,” the Overseer said breathlessly, his attention now focused on the woman he had accidentally jarred. “I’m not the most observant… person.” The lattermost word had been strained for a reason; a reason only evident to him, so far.
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Well Raya was just about to leave the scene before the Bobbies showed up. But just as she turned to start walking off, she bumped into someone.
“Terribly sorry,” the Overseer said breathlessly, his attention now focused on the woman he had accidentally jarred. “I’m not the most observant… person.”The lattermost word had been strained for a reason; a reason only evident to him, so far.
She smiled at him, "It's no trouble, I should have been more observant myself." Her voice trailed off slightly as she looked behind her at the scene she managed to cause.
Raya quickly turned her attention back to the man she accidentally bumped into. "Crazy scene over there, best to avoid it. Well, I think, anyway." Giving him another quick smile, she attempted to excuse herself. "You look like a busy man, I probably shouldn't keep you."
At least the newcomer was apologetic. Many people the Overseer had encountered would brush him off without question, much less pin the blame on themselves. Why couldn’t more humans be like that?
“Busy man? I don’t think busy people often go for walks. But then again, I don’t know much about people,” the Overseer blurted out absentmindedly in response to the girl’s statement. “I suppose I’m a bit of a loner,” he rectified before causing any sort of suspicion to arise. If all went according to plan, she wouldn’t suspect a thing. Being under the guise of a human being, a simplistic human being, was admittedly very difficult for an elaborate being like the Overseer. He was a Time Lord, after all.
“Busy man? I don’t think busy people often go for walks. But then again, I don’t know much about people,”the Overseer blurted out absentmindedly in response to the girl’s statement.
"I suppose not, so if you're not a busy man." Raya paused, considering her words for a brief moment. "What sort of man are you?" It was a perfectly innocent question, asked purely out of curiosity.
“I suppose I’m a bit of a loner,”he rectified before causing any sort of suspicion to arise.
She nodded, she could understand that. Though, typically, one might think loners preferred to keep away from crowded areas. Right? Raya studied the man in front of her. He seemed a bit awkward, probably not use to people. Which meant he probably was on his own a lot... Which... It was at this point, Raya decided to leave the deduction skills to her detective.
"Loner, I get that. Use to be one myself, before I met Oracle." She explained with a smile, "That day, everything changed for me."
She took a moment to think about what to do. After all, she didn't want to leave in a middle of a conversation. That would be rude, and she really tried not to be thought of as rude. Although she couldn't stay and risk being caught at the scene of the crime prank.
"Wanna' walk with me to get a hot chocolate or something?" She asked with a rather eager tone.
What sort of man was he? Well, for starters, the Overseer wasn’t precisely a man at all – though he was distinctively male. All intergalactic species were divided into two genders, male and female. The Time Lord was no exception.
“What sort of man am I? Well, I don’t know. That’s a very odd question, and I’ve heard and seen many odd things in my lifetime. That question ranks rather highly in terms of today.”
As the seconds passed, the Overseer felt a small pang of relief when the girl indicated that she understood the concept of being a loner. Why wouldn’t she? It was a familiar concept to at least somebody of every species, especially him. And who was this Oracle fellow? Curiosity began to readily envelop the Overseer’s gut like gift wrap on a traditional Christmas present. Perhaps he would find out in due time.
“Hot chocolate?” the Time Lord asked, narrowing his eyebrows and wrinkling his frigid nose slightly. “Is chocolate generally consumed at a high temperature in these parts? My apologies, I’m foreign. I’ll readily walk with you, though.”
The “foreign” bit admittedly sounded a bit forced, as if the Overseer had to momentarily pause to search for the correct wording. This was not far from the truth; after all, the Time Lord wasn’t a native species to planet Earth.
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“What sort of man am I? Well, I don’t know. That’s a very odd question, and I’ve heard and seen many odd things in my lifetime. That question ranks rather highly in terms of today.”
Well that was a rather, new... Sort of answer. "A very odd question? Really?" Raya asked, a bit confused. She didn't quite get why her question had been so odd.
“Hot chocolate?” the Time Lord asked, narrowing his eyebrows and wrinkling his frigid nose slightly.
"Yea, hot chocolate." She repeated, only just realizing that he had no idea what that was. "It's a drink.. Sometimes has little marshmallows in it."
“Is chocolate generally consumed at a high temperature in these parts? My apologies, I’m foreign. I’ll readily walk with you, though.”
Raya laughed and took ahold of his hand, leading the way. "Well you're in for a treat." she gave him another bright smile, "Hope you like sweets. The owner owes me a favor, for helping out awhile back."
The little coffee shop wasn't all that far, just a good ten minutes away.
"I'm Raya, by the way." Raya finally introduced herself, "Raya Unagi, at your service."
She would've done a mock sort of bow, if she had felt like it. But instead she did a little salute with two fingers, and a wink.
First name-basis. Always a sure sign that the aloof Time Lord didn’t quite slaughter his first impressions after all.
“Raya Unagi,” the Overseer repeated. It was an unusual name; if it wasn’t foreign around this sector of earth, then he’d honestly be quite surprised. At least she wasn’t a Mary or a Sarah. Those names were way, way too common.
He responded with his own brand of a wink; one that would probably cause lesser women to swoon uncontrollably. Even he had to admit that it was well-executed.
“I’m the Overseer. Just the Overseer. No fancy surname, just the Overseer,” the Time Lord said foolishly. He doubted she needed to be reminded this much, but it was a start. Before he knew it, the two were holding hands. How did that happen? He gave no resistance, however; perhaps it was a menial gesture of kindness and nothing more.
“Sweets? Well, to tell you the truth, I once tried these delicious little cakes… erm, I think they were called cupcakes? It had a vanilla base. It was marvelous,” the Overseer reminisced in response to Raya’s inquiry. The Dulcian who had initially introduced him to the sweet was probably still surviving now. Only fifteen years had passed. Where had she gone off to? Only time would tell.
“Raya Unagi,” The man repeated, as if trying the name out.
"The one and only." She replied in response to hearing her name. Only slightly laughing as he winked back. She couldn't deny it, he certainly was amusing. "So what should I call you?"
“I’m the Overseer. Just the Overseer. No fancy surname, just the Overseer,”the Time Lord said foolishly. He doubted she needed to be reminded this much, but it was a start.
The Overseer, strange name for just your average guy. That is unless you were a Timelord... Oh! Now it made sense. That would explain the strange questions.
"You know, I'm only taking a guess here. So correct me if I'm completely off base here." Raya started, trying to figure out how to ask without sounding completely nuts. "Timelord? Now before ya decide to flip a gasket or anything like that. I've met five, travelled with two. And normally all of them have some name that began with 'the'.."
She was already preparing a counter excuse incase she was wrong. Something along the lines, of 'I'm kidding.' Or something like that.
Luckily, for her, they made it to the little coffee shop. And she let go of his hand to open the door for him. Raya waited until he was through before she followed after, walking straight to the counter. Where she ordered two hot chocolates, whipcream and all.
Whatever response that the Overseer was anticipating in regards to his identity, it surely wasn’t that.
“Time Lord? What Time Lord? There’s no Time Lord here. Preposterous!” the Overseer joked nervously, his eyes beginning to boggle, continuing the brisk walk to wherever the duo was headed. He didn’t enjoy being put on the spot like. “Yes, I’m what you think I am. We’re sporadic in number in this day and age. Many of us, like me, are seeking refuge from the turmoil. Others have stayed on Gallifrey. It’s a nice planet; it has its perks, but also its drawbacks, much like earth. I’d fancy this colder climate, at any rate. My internal body temperature is only fifty-nine degrees. Farenheit, may I add."
The Overseer paused briefly, realizing that he had gone off on tangents again. He had completed his banter just as the two had been seated.
“Time Lord? What Time Lord? There’s no Time Lord here. Preposterous!”the Overseer joked nervously, his eyes beginning to boggle, continuing the brisk walk to wherever the duo was headed.
Raya could only shake her head and laugh. His answer, sounded an awful like one someone might give if they were trying to hide something.
“Yes, I’m what you think I am. We’re sporadic in number in this day and age. Many of us, like me, are seeking refuge from the turmoil. Others have stayed on Gallifrey. It’s a nice planet; it has its perks, but also its drawbacks, much like earth. I’d fancy this colder climate, at any rate. My internal body temperature is only fifty-nine degrees. Farenheit, may I add."
"So you like Earth for it's cold weather?" She asked, trying to understand. "Personally, I like it cause I was born here. And honestly, I prefer the cold weather to being hung upside down over boiling pots."
She wasn't sure why she brought up the trip that the Dark Lord brought her on. Especially since he had to rely on her to save them. Luckily, she didn't have to dwell on that for long. Their hot chocolate was done.
Raya excused herself, so she could go get the drinks. She offered him one, before she took her seat again. "Let me know what you think of the hot chocolate." She said, before taking a sip of her own.
Apparently, the hot chocolate had arrived without the Overseer even noticing. It was to be expected; he often latched onto trivial observations, especially if they weren’t blatantly obvious. The concoction in question was staring back at him blankly (“staring” being a personified term). Before taking a sip, the Overseer deemed it most viable to check the ingredients. Like a select few of his kind, he had the inborn ability to identify the components of a solution of mixture with only one whiff. This compilation seemed no different; in fact, he could only identify two ingredients, save for water, both non-toxic. The seemingly harmless combination of milk and melted chocolate was aromatic, and what smelled good would surely taste good. Shrugging, the Overseer finally took a sip, promptly relaxing his tensed shoulder muscles in the process.
“Intriguing. This is the second earthly food or drink item I’ve tried in all eight hundred and twenty five of my years, and it’s simply delicious," the Time Lord said somewhat reluctantly. He was skeptical to admit it, but Earth had Gallifrey beat for confectionary products. “Though I’m sure you’ve observed similar behavior in Time Lords, seeing that you’ve met five of us. Do tell me, though, since I’m curious. And when I’m curious, I demand answers. Which ones did you meet? What were their names? Us Gallifreyans are closely bonded at birth and through our lengthy adolescence. I might recognize a few famed names, others not-so-famed. But I’m listening, go on.”
He didn’t want to insinuate pushiness, but it was hard to trump genuine curiosity.
“Intriguing. This is the second earthly food or drink item I’ve tried in all eight hundred and twenty five of my years, and it’s simply delicious,"the Time Lord said somewhat reluctantly. He was skeptical to admit it, but Earth had Gallifrey beat for confectionary products.
"Glad you like it." She said with a smile. She was glad that he was enjoying his first taste of hot chocolate. It was interesting to see how someone reacted when trying something new.
“Though I’m sure you’ve observed similar behavior in Time Lords, seeing that you’ve met five of us. Do tell me, though, since I’m curious. And when I’m curious, I demand answers. Which ones did you meet? What were their names? Us Gallifreyans are closely bonded at birth and through our lengthy adolescence. I might recognize a few famed names, others not-so-famed. But I’m listening, go on.”
Well that was something she hasn't expected. All the sudden questions of which Timelords she's met. Granted, she should've expected them, after all she did say she met five.
Raya took a moment to think, before actually answering him. "Well, in order there was, The Doctor. He had curly hair, pretty tall, very long multi colored scarf. His companion, didn't care too much that I covered her in caramel."
A playful grin grew on her face at the memory, "However, she did give me a white jacket with several colorful polka dots. Oracle called me a polka-dotted marshmallow after that."
"Next was.. The Nomad, but he prefers Leo." Raya continued, before taking a sip of her cocoa. "I went on one trip with him, that ended up with cybermen, and his TARDIS console, covered in honey and jam..." She gave a rather innocent smile.
"The Dark Lord was the first Timelord I actually became a companion too. However, he tended to forget I was there. And that usually ended with him and I arguing about how I've been here the whole time and such like that." Raya had to pause to take a quick breath. "But it was fun, even if we nearly died several times on our adventures."
"The Timelord I travelled with last, is known as the War Chief. He's a sweetheart, in a snarky, witty package. He saved my life, the first time we met. I got shot, and he patched me up. Then he took me on as his assistant for a little bit." Another sip of cocoa, and a quick breather.
"The Goddess, was the final Timelord... Well lady, I met. She also went by Taryn." Raya smiled at the overseer. "My detective... Sorry.. Nate, took me to a violin concert, where she was playing. She had actually sent the tickets, because he use to travel with her."
The Overseer listened intently, wide-eyed and vigilant, as Raya gave her account of her experiences with Time Lords. He’d occasionally raise his eyebrows, indicating that he was both listening and found certain aspects of the reminiscence interesting.
“Haven’t met the Doctor,” the Overseer admitted plainly. “His name sounds awfully familiar, though. Could be a lapse of memory on my part."
The other four Time Lords didn’t incite memories at all – in fact, the Overseer had never heard of any of them. But the Doctor… that name sounded awfully familiar. He was tempted to ask “Doctor who?”, but that would only serve as a nuisance. After all, the Overseer was perfectly aware that Time Lord were usually christened by customized titles alone.
“So if I were to hypothetically toss you into a black hole, you’d be able to climb back out before it could tear every living fiber of you apart?"the Overseer asked, a slow grin beginning to metastasize on his face. “Only joking, that would be a horrifying initiation. I only said that in regards to your experience.”
He paused, took a fairly large swig of hot chocolate, swallowed it flawlessly, and then continued.
“I haven’t been exploring much as of late. It’s rather embarrassing.”
“Haven’t met the Doctor,” the Overseer admitted plainly. “His name sounds awfully familiar, though. Could be a lapse of memory on my part."
"First time I met him, he had curly hair and a really long striped scarf. Second time he was blond and had this celery pinned to his jacket." Raya explained, hoping maybe that might help.
“So if I were to hypothetically toss you into a black hole, you’d be able to climb back out before it could tear every living fiber of you apart?"the Overseer asked, a slow grin beginning to metastasize on his face.
She stared at him, not sure if she should be concerned or not. She was fairly certain that she wouldn't have been able to climb out of black hole. As far as she knew, that was pretty much impossible. Unless, Timelords could easily get out of one with barely a scratch on them.
“Only joking, that would be a horrifying initiation. I only said that in regards to your experience.” He added.
Raya could only respond with a soft giggle and a shake of her head. This Timelord was certainly stranger than the others she met. "You're funny, anyone tell you that?"
He paused, took a fairly large swig of hot chocolate, swallowed it flawlessly, and then continued.
“I haven’t been exploring much as of late. It’s rather embarrassing.”
"Nah." She grinned at him, taking another sip from her cocoa. "You're just taking a break, that's normal. Everyone needs a break from traveling. Even Timelords. At least, that's my opinion."
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