Abilities: The Doctor doesn't really tend to have abilities per say, but he does have some attributes if that makes sense. Firstly the Doctor is smart, he can work things out at a breakneck speed and then some more. His understanding of time and space goes beyond the norm, and has a good grasp on what cause and effect really is about. There's also the sonic screwdriver, a metal screwdriver that can scan objects and give whatever readings needed on them. It can also manipulate most things, except for wood. There's also some slight telepathy which is rarely used, and all the quirks of having two hearts, making him somewhat more resilient than the average human.
First Person: [It's prudent to use text when you're not 100% on what you're dealing with.]
Really? What a load of nonsense. I suppose this is the point where I'm meant to ask where I am. And I doubt it's the first time you've heard that one. So good time of day to you. By this point you probably have some welcome parties set up, so feel free to let them send their information to me on these devices. It would be prudent and helpful of course.
That or you could leave me to just wander around. Wouldn't be the first time.
Do I have to start with the basics? If so, then where's the exit? I don't really have time to be doing this in a place I'm not needed in.
Third Person: (taken from Asgard, will be happy to write a new one out if needed.)
It was pretty clever what had happened. Even the War Doctor had to admit that one. Not only had he been moved to another place, but it had been done at such the perfect time. Painlessly, soundless, it was definitely well done. And that made it all the more bothersome. The War Doctor shook his head as he eyed his surroundings, hands clasped behind his back. One moment he'd been in his TARDIS, the next right here in Asgard. There'd been no noise or build up; it had just simply happened. And that made it a problem, a big one. It was the War Doctor's opinion that nothing ever just happened. Sure there were reasons for it- like the ones he'd heard on arriving, vague as they were- but the physics of it all bothered him. The amount of energy needed for such a pull would have been astronomical. Such a seamless event....
At the end of it all, the outcome of winding up in a new place really didn't make much difference. The War Doctor wouldn't have batted an eyelid if a meteor hurtled from the heavens, striking them all down. Not after the heinous thing he had done. The most terrible of all things. He had pressed the button that wiped out Gallifrey. Not only Gallifrey but it's billions of inhabitants, Time Lords and Daleks (the latter not a major loss). At the end of the day it had been the only option. Destroy the galaxy that Gallifrey resided in, or let the Time War destroy all of reality. Yet as much as the War Doctor thought that to himself, it didn't lessen the pain in his hearts any. Those were his people, the large majority of them innocent of all things. Mothers, fathers, children, all gone and he had been the one to do it. The War Doctor sighed inwardly, wondering if he would ever come to terms with it. It was such a dreadful event he could barely even remember doing it. It was clear as day- the reasoning, stealing the Moment and taking it to the abandoned hut. God, he could even remember the Interface talking to him. About what though was vague, and the War Doctor knew the rest was blanked out. Perhaps that was for the best in the end. Who would want to remember causing mass genocide to begin with? It had been the right thing to do, and there was nothing anyone in the Universe could say to change that.
No-one could say anything to change it.
The punishment for such a thing was to survive. The War Doctor could remember that part, and what a punishment it was. He'd had every intention of going down with the planet, and now he had to see the rammifications of his actions for the rest of his days. And what days those would be, if they were going to be spent in Asgard. Norse mythology was always a strange read even on a good day. The War Doctor had no illusions this was going to be easy, but it sure would be a good distraction from the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind over Gallifrey. He would need information first. That would be the important bit. Information and lodgings. Since his TARDIS wasn't around the War Doctor knew he would have to get used to every day things. That was until he found his way out. Then who knew?
"Perhaps a beach and some sunshine," the War Doctor muttered to himself, casting an eye the bracelet he'd been given. Simple device, user friendly. Everyone was probably joined up through a network of sorts. That was another disturbing thought. If he'd been given one of these bracelets and some basic information, then that meant there were others around. Other people pulled in from all reaches of the universe. Probably all reaches of time as well. Just what kind of issue did the Asguardians have that would warrant such a tactic? Whatever it was, it reeked of desperation. This wasn't going to be pretty. It would probably be hard work, tedious and a pain in the backside. Between the end of the Time War and Asgard, it had all the chances of causing a midlife crisis.
The War Doctor looked forwards to it, and unlike his successors he didn't need a shouted catchphrase to show his enthusiasm. Just the slightest curl of his lips would do.
[CANON] The War Doctor || Doctor Who|| reserve || 2 of 2
Abilities: The Doctor doesn't really tend to have abilities per say, but he does have some attributes if that makes sense. Firstly the Doctor is smart, he can work things out at a breakneck speed and then some more. His understanding of time and space goes beyond the norm, and has a good grasp on what cause and effect really is about. There's also the sonic screwdriver, a metal screwdriver that can scan objects and give whatever readings needed on them. It can also manipulate most things, except for wood. There's also some slight telepathy which is rarely used, and all the quirks of having two hearts, making him somewhat more resilient than the average human.
First Person: [It's prudent to use text when you're not 100% on what you're dealing with.]
Really? What a load of nonsense. I suppose this is the point where I'm meant to ask where I am. And I doubt it's the first time you've heard that one. So good time of day to you. By this point you probably have some welcome parties set up, so feel free to let them send their information to me on these devices. It would be prudent and helpful of course.
That or you could leave me to just wander around. Wouldn't be the first time.
Do I have to start with the basics? If so, then where's the exit? I don't really have time to be doing this in a place I'm not needed in.
Third Person: (taken from Asgard, will be happy to write a new one out if needed.)
It was pretty clever what had happened. Even the War Doctor had to admit that one. Not only had he been moved to another place, but it had been done at such the perfect time. Painlessly, soundless, it was definitely well done. And that made it all the more bothersome. The War Doctor shook his head as he eyed his surroundings, hands clasped behind his back. One moment he'd been in his TARDIS, the next right here in Asgard. There'd been no noise or build up; it had just simply happened. And that made it a problem, a big one. It was the War Doctor's opinion that nothing ever just happened. Sure there were reasons for it- like the ones he'd heard on arriving, vague as they were- but the physics of it all bothered him. The amount of energy needed for such a pull would have been astronomical. Such a seamless event....
At the end of it all, the outcome of winding up in a new place really didn't make much difference. The War Doctor wouldn't have batted an eyelid if a meteor hurtled from the heavens, striking them all down. Not after the heinous thing he had done. The most terrible of all things. He had pressed the button that wiped out Gallifrey. Not only Gallifrey but it's billions of inhabitants, Time Lords and Daleks (the latter not a major loss). At the end of the day it had been the only option. Destroy the galaxy that Gallifrey resided in, or let the Time War destroy all of reality. Yet as much as the War Doctor thought that to himself, it didn't lessen the pain in his hearts any. Those were his people, the large majority of them innocent of all things. Mothers, fathers, children, all gone and he had been the one to do it. The War Doctor sighed inwardly, wondering if he would ever come to terms with it. It was such a dreadful event he could barely even remember doing it. It was clear as day- the reasoning, stealing the Moment and taking it to the abandoned hut. God, he could even remember the Interface talking to him. About what though was vague, and the War Doctor knew the rest was blanked out. Perhaps that was for the best in the end. Who would want to remember causing mass genocide to begin with? It had been the right thing to do, and there was nothing anyone in the Universe could say to change that.
No-one could say anything to change it.
The punishment for such a thing was to survive. The War Doctor could remember that part, and what a punishment it was. He'd had every intention of going down with the planet, and now he had to see the rammifications of his actions for the rest of his days. And what days those would be, if they were going to be spent in Asgard. Norse mythology was always a strange read even on a good day. The War Doctor had no illusions this was going to be easy, but it sure would be a good distraction from the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind over Gallifrey. He would need information first. That would be the important bit. Information and lodgings. Since his TARDIS wasn't around the War Doctor knew he would have to get used to every day things. That was until he found his way out. Then who knew?
"Perhaps a beach and some sunshine," the War Doctor muttered to himself, casting an eye the bracelet he'd been given. Simple device, user friendly. Everyone was probably joined up through a network of sorts. That was another disturbing thought. If he'd been given one of these bracelets and some basic information, then that meant there were others around. Other people pulled in from all reaches of the universe. Probably all reaches of time as well. Just what kind of issue did the Asguardians have that would warrant such a tactic? Whatever it was, it reeked of desperation. This wasn't going to be pretty. It would probably be hard work, tedious and a pain in the backside. Between the end of the Time War and Asgard, it had all the chances of causing a midlife crisis.
The War Doctor looked forwards to it, and unlike his successors he didn't need a shouted catchphrase to show his enthusiasm. Just the slightest curl of his lips would do.