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Even with his cane, he had a small limp as he walked along the street, it has only been four days since he got out of the hospital. His expression showed that he was frustrated, it was all due to being once again injured, worrying his wife and not being able to work for the next couple weeks. His doctor told him not to even go out and to just stay home and rest.
Walking up to a cafe shop he opened the door and stepped inside. Shaking the collar of his jacket as he stood in the door way, William looked around. It was very well lighted in the shop, not many people were in the shop though. Walking up to the counter he smiled at the young lady, "One large cup of coffee please." He told her as the man reached into his coat to get his wallet.
The ex soldier heard the door open, naturally he turned to look. Seeing a rather suspicious man walk into the shop, he watched the person for a moment before looking back to the woman as she tried to get his attention, "Oh sorry!" He said before handing her the money. Once she processed the money, the woman gave him his change and his drink. He smiled at her warmly before heading over to a seat by the window.
Setting his cup down, William slipped his coat off and set it on the back of the chair before sitting down. Once he was seated, William picked the hot drink up and took a careful sip before putting it back down as he looked out the window.
There was something about human cafés that instilled a sense of security in the Overseer. Perhaps it was the plethora of caffeinated aromatics, or maybe the general lack of tension that seemed to waft through the air. Either way, it was an environment that could be enjoyed by plenty of species.
The exhausted Time Lord had no currency of any kind, and instead resorted to finding the nearest table to sit at for a brief breather. Excess caffeine would ravage his binary vascular system, anyhow. However, there appeared to be no tables available. A curious man was staring at the Overseer by this time, a look of prospective curiosity etched upon his ragged face. It was evident that this man had seen violence before – a veteran, perhaps? Humans generally resolved disputes with rather barbaric and violent weapons. The Overseer could give this man his sympathies if he was injured. The nearest vacant chair was across from him, conveniently by the window. Being non-native to Earth, the Overseer took great pleasure in observing human behavior in surreptitious ways. Through a window was one of them.
“May I sit here?” the Overseer asked the man casually as he approached. “The other chairs are occupied.”
“May I sit here?” the Overseer asked the man casually as he approached. “The other chairs are occupied.”
The ex soldier gestured to the seat in front of him, "Of course! Please do." William replied before picking up his drink and taking another sip. Setting his cup down, he picked his cane up and set it against the window, thinking that it will be out of the way there.
Observing this man he could tell that he was possibly one those that did not like violence, there was something else about him that made William curious. It was due to how the man across from him was looking around, as though he was curious about where he was. Maybe he was a tourist from another country.
William picked up his cup again and took another sip of the coffee. Looking out the window he saw that it was starting to rain again, "Blimey.. again? It just stopped raining."
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The rain seemed to cause a palpable feeling of melancholy across the entirety of the café. Yet people were still bustling around outside the window, seemingly going about their usual business, despite the abundance of precipitation.
“The rain acts as a natural cleanser, I think,” the Overseer began nonchalantly, folding his fingers together and setting them down on the polished wood of the table as he sat down, his head cocked window-side. “Earth’s own little way of ridding itself of impurities, I’d say. Someone once told me that the moisture eradicates most forms of pollution in the atmosphere. With all this purge-y riffraff going on, you’d expect people to be happy about it.”
The Overseer then turned to the man sitting across from him, realizing that he had enacted his diehard habit once again.
“Apologies. Rambling is an inborn ability of mine, apparently,” the humanoid alien apologized, diverting his gaze to the rain-streaked window once more. It was a marveling spectacle, especially for a Time Lord, to see such intricacy in the simplicity of raindrops collecting on a windowsill.
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“The rain acts as a natural cleanser, I think,” the Overseer began nonchalantly, folding his fingers together and setting them down on the polished wood of the table as he sat down, his head cocked window-side. “Earth’s own little way of ridding itself of impurities, I’d say. Someone once told me that the moisture eradicates most forms of pollution in the atmosphere. With all this purge-y riffraff going on, you’d expect people to be happy about it.”
William listened as the man spoke as he sipped his drink once again, setting it down he looked at the table as though he was thinking about something, "A natural cleanser yes.. I sometimes wish it would clean away violence.. then lives will not wasted for the stupidest of things." William said as he looked back to the window then to his drink, "I like the rain.. it's very calming to me. I enjoy the rain more than I enjoy hot summer days because things appear to calm down while it lasts." He replied as he leaned back in his seat.
“Apologies. Rambling is an inborn ability of mine, apparently,” the humanoid alien apologized, diverting his gaze to the rain-streaked window once more.
William chuckled, "Not a problem at all. I do not mind it." He replied, "I do a lot of rambling when I am at home."
This man didn’t contrast in opinion with the Overseer. That was always a good sign. There was a certain thrill to be had in sharing the same views on even trivial things. As the humanoid listened to the man’s response, he began a deduction sequence. It made sense to link together the man’s supposed dislike for violence and his mangled complexion with warfare. A plunge would be taken, but it was all in good spirits.
“Lives not wasted… You sound like someone who’s seen a fair share of violence. Unfortunately, I have too,” the Overseer lamented, his gaze shifting between the man and the window at short, irregular intervals. “I never understood why people can’t resolve their differences in a more menial and tranquil manner. Nauseates me, really.”
If his prediction was true, then the Overseer could truly sympathize with this man, if the latter could believe what the former would eventually divulge.
“Lives not wasted… You sound like someone who’s seen a fair share of violence. Unfortunately, I have too,” the Overseer lamented, his gaze shifting between the man and the window at short, irregular intervals. “I never understood why people can’t resolve their differences in a more menial and tranquil manner. Nauseates me, really.”
William sighed quietly, looking at his cup, "Some feel like they are.. Yeah.. a war." He replied as William looked to the window, "Doesn't really help with the job I have now but I have my reasons for it." Picking the cup up he consumed the rest of the coffee and put the cup in the bin behind him.
Turning back in his chair, he rubbed at his leg a little, in a ways he wished that he never went to war or joined the police force but he wanted to because there was a feeling of wanting to protect those who can't defend themselves, "Sometimes I wish I can take a mallet or something and pound into people that there are other ways to resolve problems without going to violence of any kind." William admitted as he looked to the man across from him.
William hid his left hand under the table as it started to shake and twitch, in response he balled his hand into a fist and pressed against his thigh in an attempt to keep it still, "After everything that is all I wish I could do." He said after what felt as to be hours.
So this man was working a job that involved violence. How unfortunate for him. It appeared evident that a prior experience has traumatized him in a manner that spurred him to put a stopper on whatever remaining violence he bore witness too.
The Overseer hunched his posture a modicum, slackening his tense shoulders.
“Pounding people with a mallet is a form of violence, too. Mallets are slightly primitive, though,” the Time Lord noted dryly. “I wonder what people have truly done to curb violence in their world…”
He gazed longingly out the wet window once more, as if he were a moth being attracted to a lamp, respectively. The scene outside was understandably downcast, but also calming, in a strange and passive sort of way.
Returning his focus to his acquaintance, the Overseer noticed that he was grimacing slightly.
“Leg cramp? Pain elsewhere? Suppose that’s normal,” he said absentmindedly, amending his slackened posture back to a more streamlined position.
“Pounding people with a mallet is a form of violence, too. Mallets are slightly primitive, though,” the Time Lord noted dryly. “I wonder what people have truly done to curb violence in their world…”
William laughed in response to what the Time Lord first said, "That is very true right there. No good ending violence with violence.." He quietened down some, not wanting to attract too much attention, or get this man upset because he cut in, "I honestly do not know why." He replied quietly.
As the man looked out the window, William looked around the cafe shop, it appeared that the two men were not the only ones using this cafe as shelter from the rain. Feeling the twitching and shaking in his hand were gone he loosened his fist some as the man looked back at him.
“Leg cramp? Pain elsewhere? Suppose that’s normal,” he said absentmindedly, amending his slackened posture back to a more streamlined position.
"Just some old injuries.. nothing too serious though." He replied, clearing his throat some as he watched his acquaintance fix his posture, maybe to look more proper, " You said that you have seen your share of violence... were you in a war or did you experience a crime?" William asked curiously.
Fighting in the Iraqi War was something that William never thought he would ever have to do, any war really, but then the attacks happened and he was sent over seas barely two weeks later. Served two tours, each three years long, only towards the end of the second tour he got hurt. If he did not make that promise to his mother, he would have gone back as many times as needed if it would bring the end to the war. But it still had its affects, partially disabled, and suffers some psychological problems because of the war, not to mention he finds it hard to sleep at night because of the nightmares.. William can't even handle a loud, sudden noise without freaking out or taking cover behind something.
Intergalactic war and crimes were commonplace. Therefore, it was natural for the Overseer to see such nature. Time and space travel had existed for eons, but responsibility was a significant consequence of both. Mishandling of said responsibility caused the bulk of these crimes. The man had seen war and crimes himself. He and the Overseer had something in common; something that could be reciprocated.
“I can’t even begin to relate to the many enigmas I’ve seen, and yet there isn’t a single scar on my body,” the Time Lord confessed, folding his fingers together once more and returning the man’s gaze, albeit in a more serious light. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you what I’ve been through. Not many people do. It’s not something I traditionally divulge, you see…”
Perhaps the man could sympathize; even though he obviously wasn’t a Time Lord (he’d be pulling a damn good façade of one if he was, by some freakishly ironic coincidence), he had seen the true face of an opposing force. The Overseer knew very little about Earth’s many wars. The only one he possessed sufficient knowledge about was the French Revolution, which could hardly be classified as a war in the traditional sense. He ultimately considered these wars trivial in relation to the Time War, the penultimate struggle between several factions. Being well-versed in time travel, he knew exactly when the next significant intergalactic war would take place. He’d do well to stay away from anything regarding it or its whereabouts.
“I can’t even begin to relate to the many enigmas I’ve seen, and yet there isn’t a single scar on my body,” the Time Lord confessed, folding his fingers together once more and returning the man’s gaze, albeit in a more serious light. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you what I’ve been through. Not many people do. It’s not something I traditionally divulge, you see…”
William nodded, he did not quite grasp what he mean by not having a single scar, maybe this man was on the side lines or has a psychological affect from what he has seen. He leaned back in his chair again, putting his hands in his lap, "It is hard to.." He started to say just to pause as William tried to find the right words, "Get others to believe about what has happened to you at some place.. Now if you could take those people to see what happened then it would be a whole lot easier but time travel is impossible.. so you are stuck with people not believing you.. even my wife does not understand why I am the way I am even though we have known each other for six years." William kicked himself mentally thinking that the man made no sense with what he just said. Maybe he should have thought it through better.
He looked around the shop again as a couple entered the building, then back at the man across from him. There was something about this person that was just, not just interesting, but drawing William in like a magnet. He did not quite understand what the Time Lord was saying but he could take it that the man experienced something that was traumatic enough to not want to mention it. William was the same way, he did not like to talk about the war, but it was just something about this man that made William want to tell him what happened, about the war he fought.
The Overseer felt compelled to shake his head in denial at this point, because he knew that this man was incorrect. Time travel had to be possible – after all, the former of the two was a strict purveyor of the practice. Unless he was constantly living in some perpetual state of delusion, the veteran Time Lord could verify the fact that he did indeed travel through time and space. The main ordeal now was to prove the man wrong. He was a stranger, but the Overseer often split strangers into two subcategories: good strangers, who were particularly talented at idle chitchat, and bad strangers, who were generally potential enemies nine times out of ten.
“What if I told you that time travel isn’t as impossible as you think?” the Overseer blurted out, lowering his voice immediately to rectify the mistake. “It probably sounds illogical to you. Confounding, really. But just imagine how – what’s the word I’m looking for – convenient it would be. Imagine if both time and space were at your fingertips.”
The Overseer hadn’t exploited his identity directly. The statement he had made was purely theoretical. Hopefully, the man would see it as such. While the Overseer generally didn’t mind divulging the fact that he was a humanoid alien who could travel through time and space, explaining and expanding upon it was admittedly very difficult, and occasionally bestowed him with planet-sized headaches in the past. He leaned forward and grinned slightly, as if he were delivering the punch-line to a joke.
“It fascinates me.”
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“What if I told you that time travel isn’t as impossible as you think?” the Overseer blurted out, lowering his voice immediately to rectify the mistake. “It probably sounds illogical to you. Confounding, really. But just imagine how – what’s the word I’m looking for – convenient it would be. Imagine if both time and space were at your fingertips.”
William looked at the man with a small frown, as though he was trying to figure him out. Was there some secret Russian or American war for space going on again? This time for the ability to travel through time? He shifted some in his seat, "Don't go telling me that the Russians and Americans are at it again." He told the man who he did not know was really a Time Lord, "Convenient? More like another way for someone to mess with the time line of this planet and make it swing in the direction that he or she wants... how would an army protect not just the current time but times of the past and future? Surely only a certain few will be able to travel to these other times.."
The ex soldier shook his head, "Please forgive me for all that.. I uh.. get carried away at times and forget my manners.. and to be civil." He said looking down as though he was ashamed, feeling as though he over stepped the boundary.
The man had valid points, and the paranoia that seemed to inch its way under his skin was palpable. He spoke and acted like a true veteran of modern warfare (“modern” as far as Earth’s present day went, anyway). Perhaps he served in the armed forces at some point. He’d have been trained to kill and defend his country. But a country was a trivial affair – little more than a plot of land controlled by a governing body when compared to entire planets and galaxies.
The Overseer nodded in response, indicating that he understood the man’s grievance.
“A select few,” the Time Lord repeated, his voice still suppressed somewhat. Could this man be on to something? “I’d have to agree with you there. Except, this portrayal of time and isn’t travel isn’t so singular. It’s complicated to think about, but the idea is downright simple. One can visit different time periods, and one can explore other planets. It’s viable, in my opinion. It really is.”
If he wasn’t sounding like a loony before, he was now (to anyone who had the misfortune of overhearing the conversation, at least). But somehow, this man seemed to understand.
“A select few,” the Time Lord repeated, his voice still suppressed somewhat. Could this man be on to something? “I’d have to agree with you there. Except, this portrayal of time and isn’t travel isn’t so singular. It’s complicated to think about, but the idea is downright simple. One can visit different time periods, and one can explore other planets. It’s viable, in my opinion. It really is.”
William listened to the man speak, he was not sure if he should believe what this man was saying, "You are talking as though this time travel will not just allow those who do this time travel business that not only can they travel to the future or the past but to other planets as well.. does that move time travel more of the ability to travel in space as well? How is that possible?" He asked the man, he was not entirely believing what the man was saying, but then in the tone of the man's voice he could tell the truth was being told, then a random question hit him, "You are talking as though you have done this time.. space travel yourself.. Am I correct?" With experience at interrogating Taliban prisoners William learned the trick of catching hints to events or what the person has done or plans to do. Not that William was interrogating the Time Lord, he was just curious and had a lot of questions now.
He was certain that anyone that had the misfortune to hear their conversation that they had the impression that these two men were loony.. out of their minds.. mad, or psychotic.
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