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“ That’s someone else’s cross to bear, “ the Doctor responds coldly, stood stoic as his brow furrows coldly at the other. He takes note of the undertones, the prodding at the complex most timelords suffered—or at least, the Doctor most of all. When you have lost so much, you feel everything and more, but he will not give Wesker an inch. No inch of his empathy, no inch of his sympathy. This is the path Wesker has chosen, and this is how it’s fated to be, ALWAYS fated to be. And the Doctor had been a fool for thinking otherwise. “ You are a fixed point, Albert Wesker. You were always destined to be here. It was never my responsibility to stop you. “

He dips his head, the look in his eyes grave as he stares into the other’s shades. He lets Wesker’s questions sit patiently, as if giving the other time to rethink his question. And when there’s no withdrawal, when he deems the question serious, the timelord lifts his head, gaze almost scornful.

“ So you constrict everyone else by those rules. You experiment on innocent people and you think you’re entitled to it? “ he replies in disapproval, the thin air between them heavy and sharp. He is livid, angered by the audacity of such words. A rhetoric of – I was hurt, so I must hurt the world tenfold… committing genocide. “ Ohhhh, people like you are the scourge of humanity. It’s your freedom? No... no. You lost that freedom the moment you decided to slaughter billions for your sick utopia. “

He takes a step closer, his voice dulled to a threatening whisper.

“ If this is your so-called freedom, then stop right now. This is your last chance. “

"well then, if you had such high hopes for me, then why didn't you do anything to stop me? you had all this time, and yet you never lifted a finger." arms come out at his sides, motioning to their surroundings. did the man know of the limitations of the doctor's powers? there was no way to know if he was truthful or not, perhaps he was just driving in that guilt laced knife even further. the guilt he knew encapsulated the other, knowing he had the power to change his fate, yet those same rules kept him bound. it would be eating away at his very core.

the talk of being played, being toyed with, it brought some of that lingering frustration to albert's surface, visualized by the clenching of leather gloved hands into fists. upon learning the truth of his upbringing, the experimentation, his misleading purpose, it only further motivated wesker's plans to further dominate this planet. "no longer am i constricted to the rules placed upon me by my superiors," the words spit out off his tongue. "this is my freedom, my revenge, don't i deserve it after being dealt such a cruel hand by the universe, hm?"

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" ... yes, that's absolutely what's happening right now. " Man is grumpy he's being called out. He will not acknowledge.

" Ohh, y'know! Game recognizes game, that's all! "

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" ... What? "

" You sure do get around, eh Doc'? "

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ten's dbd perks!

Biological Anomaly - You've come face to face with death time and time again, and you're all too familiar and stubborn to its passing. After performing 3 safe unhooks, you are granted a 3rd hook state.

Savior's Doctorate - You're on the run from yourself, but also for the people that matter to you. When a survivor is hooked, Savior's Doctorate activates. You gain 5% haste within 24 meters of the hooked survivor. This effect lingers for 6 seconds once leaving the hook radius or unhooking the survivor. Upon your first safe unhook, your next unhook will grant 6 seconds of endurance.

Drive & Rewind - You are a technological wonder with experience in time and space. Once every 90 seconds, you can revert a regressing generator's progress to what it once was. This only counts for the last progression state of the generator.

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ten's dbd perks!

Biological Anomaly - You've come face to face with death time and time again, and you're all too familiar and stubborn to its passing. After performing 3 safe unhooks, you are granted a 3rd hook state.

Savior's Doctorate - You're on the run from yourself, but also for the people that matter to you. When a survivor is hooked, Savior's Doctorate activates. You gain 5% haste within 24 meters of the hooked survivor. This effect lingers for 6 seconds once leaving the hook radius or unhooking the survivor. Upon your first safe unhook, your next unhook will grant 6 seconds of endurance.

Drive & Rewind - You are a technological wonder with experience in time and space. Once every 90 seconds, you can revert a regressing generator's progress to what it once was. This only counts for the last progression state of the generator.

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" Uhhh... thank you? " ...that must have been a struggle but he appreciates it? How does one respond to this. Doctor.exe has stopped working.

Gives you a little shoulder pat !

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@wasme / cont!

“ Well, it wasn’t me! “ Canvas replies with fervent offence, glancing briskly over his shoulder at the incessant pounding at the front door. Oh, they’ve company, and they’re certainly not company that’s kind. What kind of company carries around clubs, anyway? Unless you’re playing golf. The Doctor loved a good game of gol—not now, he corrects himself. He scrambles to scour the room, searching for a trap door, anything. “ Either way, we can’t just sit here! “

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“ Ooooh, you got a cushy little office job? Look at you! “ the man responds with enthused glee, turning to glance at Steve with a look of childish amusement. Not that he expected it to be so cushy in a hellscape like this… still, the domestic in a world on fire did entertain him just a little. He can indulge in the occasional laugh at humanity striving no matter what was thrown at them. Their environment seems a little less bumpy as the other continues, and the strange man is intensely thoughtful as he ponders the cruel mistress that is circumstance.

He snaps out of his thoughts when a metallic object is stretched out toward him, something be barely bats an eye at as he turns to look off into the distance. The Doctor lets the silence sit for a moment, then clicks his tongue and passes Steve at a brisk pace.

“ Always been a more silver tongue kind of guy. “

it's always nice to meet someone who maintains a somewhat calm demeanor despite the horrid situation around them. granted usually that tended to mean that the individual is somewhat involved in creating said horrrid situation but steve likes to believe the alternative more often, there's no fun in paranoia after all.

"whenever they give me permission to come out here instead of being stuck back at the office." it's nice to have options, not to mention being at the office means getting a chance to snoop around. "either way, it keeps me busy." leading his new friend in the direction of less chaos, the redhead pulls out a pistol, checking if it's loaded before holding it out for the doctor. "can you handle a pistol?"

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The man is caught up in himself; most people wouldn’t have caught the slight dampness of his eyes, the swallowing in his throat as he bites the sinking feeling back. But Rose isn’t most people, is she? No, she’s far from that—able to see nooks and crannies to his soul that no one else could. Perhaps that’s how she gauges a light chuckle out of him, a bittersweet smile as he peers up at the time column. This a very big conversation for him. Some days he thinks about having it, and the days that he does, he’s… hesitant. But her smile makes it a little easier.

Oh, a smile that couldn’t even begin to understand Gallifey’s suffering.

“ Jackie Tyler, on the run from Gallifreyan interpol. I can see it now, “ he muses, a shake of his head as he smiles up at the gaping ceiling of the TARDIS. “ She’d be set for life with a few slabs alone. Wouldn’t be the first time I wound up fugitive. “

BREATH  held  for  god  knows  how  long,  she  doesn't  even  dare  blink,  lest  she  destroy  the  delicate  air  that  has  settled  over  them.  they're  treading  lightly,  venturing  into  uncharted  waters  here,  and  the  way  she  FEELS  for  him,  his  people,  is  inexpressible.  brows  furrowed  into  a  deep,  sympathetic  frown,  she  smiles  through  the  contagiously  melancholic  climate.  "  it  sounds  ...  wonderful.  "  '  beautiful  '  doesn't  even  begin  to  match  the  picture  he's  just  painted  her,  '  amazing  '  sounds  too  feeble,  too.  wonderful  -  WONDROUS.  she's  in  awe  (  and  she's  got  so  many  questions  !  but  she  doesn't  want  to  push  him  -  gee,  rose  has  to  swallow  a  lump  in  her  throat  at  the  thought  of  what  it  must  cost  him  to  even  talk  about  it  )  a  cautious  tug  at  the  corners  of  her  lips  as  she  offers  an  attempt  to  diffuse  a  little  bit  of  that  tension  :  "  well,  good  job  mum  never  got  to  see  it.  she'd  have  torn  up  that  gold  pavement  with  her  bare  hands.  " 

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“ Oooh, Jack; down the block—where’s the fun in that? “ the man responds with a wide grin, his tone laced with adventure as he flicks a few switches on the console. The opportunities were endless with this man: the most mundane became the most manic, including a good ol’ trip to the chippy. “ There’s this place a couple galaxies over with chips out of this world. And caw, you wanna’ leave room to spare. “

Eyes like a wild cat, he pulls at a lever the TARDIS whirrs with life, jerking solidly in one direction.

“ Oh, and there’s a very pretty cafe too. Love a good cafe. “

"Of course it is, you can never just go down the block can you?" It's a rhetorical question, the bit of chaos was one of the things he loved about traveling with the Doctor. But a little ribbing never hurt anyone, especially not with an ego like the Doc's. "But I'm game, you can take me anywhere Doctor, it's always a good time."

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@tiimelost / cont

It seems like little dissuades the man in this moment. There’s a cold chill in the room, like an icy fog penetrating the most frozen of graveyards. Or the lord of it all; a lord of time and space, of death and life—if he so wished. And he’s tired, he’s so tired of the death, the suffering. He can put an end to it all. He can put an end to all of it. So he shall, an action that would seem so easy if not for the look in his companion’s eyes.

Watching her reaction carefully, the very thought of giving Rose what she’d always wanted, to save her from the grief of her father’s passing… he’d been giddy, at the thought of her joy. Of what he could finally have the strength to provide her. It’s taken all this time for him to realize there are no laws to the passage of time, because they’re all his. He is all that is left. Time will work because he’ll will it so. Because he SAID so.

“ Rose… “ he starts softly, approaching her tentatively with eyes so soft yet hardened by the years of loss. His hands lift to rest gently on her shoulders, as if he needs her to understand something: understand WHY he’s giving the go-forth after all this time. “ All that time ago… don’t you remember? How you wondered… How I could save all those people, but I couldn’t save the one person that mattered? “

He lets a moment of silence sit.

“ Now I can, Rose. I’ve figured it out. All of it. “

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"NO ONE EVER LISTENS TO ME" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for expressing frustration, adjust as necessary

this is what happens when you don't listen to me.

i told you the truth, and you ignored me.

no one ever listens to what i have to say.

i could be a valuable asset, you know. i could help. but no one ever wants my help.

no one ever seems to take me seriously.

it turns out some of my ideas are good after all!

i'll tell you the truth, but it's going to cost you.

will somebody please just listen to me?

i feel like i'm talking to a wall.

you're not listening to me, are you?

would you just stop for a second and listen?

i'm telling you everything i know.

you're the first person who ever took me seriously.

thank you for actually listening to me.

i'm not used to people actually caring about what i have to say.

i don't know anything beyond that.

you could have asked me, and i would have told you the truth.

they wouldn't hear me out, but maybe you will.

no one understands me. no one ever tries to understand me.

they think i'm lying, but i'm not.

if you would just listen to me for a second, we could fix this.

i was right, wasn't i?

and you thought i was making shit up. who's the fool now?

i don't want to say "i told you so" but... i told you so.

this could have all been prevented if you'd just listen to me.

they won't answer my calls.

i can't get through to anyone.

they told me they have it under control.

they're going to regret not listening to what i have to say.

would you just let me explain to you what's going on?

i have all the answers you need.

i'm actually an expert at this, believe it or not.

why don't you just ask me how to do it?

i know how to do it.

they didn't believe a word i said.

you'll hear me out, right?

give me a chance to explain everything.

i can't help you if you won't listen.

you're going to regret not hearing me out.

i have a lot of things i need to say.

listen to me for two seconds.

i had all the answers right here the whole time.

you wasted a lot of time not listening to me.

do you want my advice?

you're the one who refused to listen to me. i was trying to help.

i thought you said you could handle this all by yourself?

i know more than you do.

if you want to survive this, heed my warning.

i've done this before. i know how to do it.

you'll thank me later.

what's it going to take for you to listen to me?

i know what i'm doing! back off!

this is the thanks i get?

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“ Oh, come on, Al – can I call you Al? Nah, bit too presumptuous, wasn’t I? Sorry, I’ve one foot in my mouth at all times. It’s a problem, “ the man rambles without any sense of coordination, stuck on his tippy-toes as he examines the rather artful science table before him. Those eyes lend a look of fascinated awe, akin to a child in a candy store while he paces around the lab leisurely. Certainly, deep down he’s horrified by what he sees, but it’s still quite remarkable. The man’s gaze passes over Wesker’s gun in subtle, uneasy motion, look a flicker judgemental but it soon passes. “ Now, Dr. Marcus seemed incredibly certain you’d have some real genius to show me here today. Not that I have any doubt; this place has brilliant brains for miles. “

Not necessarily good brains, mind you, but…

His eyes pass over the scattered papers, and he purses his lips thoughtfully. Digging into his coat pocket, he seems to skim a sheet of scribbled writing, before popping it away in a fluid motion.

“ Wellllll, if this domain is yours—care to be a gracious host and explain these results for me? “

unofficial visit? ... god, every single word that came out of this man's mouth sounded less and less truthful. he was a strange one, that's for sure, wesker being unable to determine his motives just yet. for all he knew, this man could be trying to butter him up, get him to lower his guard. or maybe, he was just quite the character.

despite dark glasses hiding the man's eyes, the way his expression becomes sterner at the jokes thrown in his direction. "that's certainly an interesting way to break the ice," he replies, hand releasing from the weapon upon his belt, arms choosing in favor to cross his chest, taking a few steps closer. he was calm, for the time being.

"compare notes?" well, add that to the list of things that have surprised him from this brief interaction alone. and the part about a stroll, in a place like this? this was just getting weirder by the second. but if this man intended to cause harm, then surely he would have done so already, right? "as abrupt of a request as it is, i'll allow it. but don't think i won't be keeping my eyes on you, remember, this domain is mine, not yours."

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i got a bunch of drafts done today, just need formatting. probs do that tomorrow and put em in a queue <3

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The Doctor feels a chill down his spine as he observes the orchestra of energy before him, the way it burns the longer this drags—and the way the mood in the room shifts to something so much more dangerous. He doesn’t know exactly what’s going on, his mind rushing a mile a minute to register the very threat before him, but he knows that Sonic is hurting. His pain ebs and flows like an electric current, something the man feels all too intensely as he stares up at the hedgehog with wide eyes. Yet this fear that would have found itself home to most people at witnessing such an event had long since subsided, substituted with a look of sympathy and pity.

He knows that pain. He knows the helplessness, the anger. He wishes it on no one.

His breath is caught in his throat, and the Doctor hacks slightly at the grip around his collar. Refusing to act still, he doesn’t retaliate, just listens. Listens and talks, because that’s all he can do for Sonic right now.

“ It doesn’t… work like that, “ he tries to explain, tone a touch between gentle and frustrated. Oh, mortals, they claimed so much to know how time travel worked—and even if he could do something, he can’t… He can’t ever again. “ Y-your timeline… it’s wiped from existence. It’s like a hard drive wiped clean. I can’t access it because it doesn’t EXIST. There’s nothing left… past, present and future. And even if you could change something, I—…”

I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.

The hedgehog's fur burns, residual chaos energy further darkening his iconic blue pelt with every passing second. Where Doctor grabs his elbows, he might find the feeling almost similar to that of touching a light socket, the energy he radiates is electrifying as it is chaotic and unstable in nature. The tears that roll down Sonic's cheeks are quick to evaporate, his shoulders trembling with uncontainable rage.

That's not the answer he wanted to hear. It's clear from the furious expression on his face, Sonic's grip on the collar of the timelord's shirt tightens further as he stutters out his condolences. Not good enough. He was right there. I WAS RIGHT THERE. HOW CAN IT ALL JUST BE GONE?

" I don't believe you. " I can't believe you. In spite of his anger he doesn't make any attempts at further violence against this man. His disoriented mind just can't grapple with his shattering heart, this information given to him. No. He's done it before. With Silver. He went back. He changed fate! He refuses to accept this can't be changed too! " I can fix it. Take me back. You're a time traveler! Just take me back and I'll stop him! "

He's Sonic the Hedgehog, and Sonic the Hedgehog cannot lose.