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wickedpotions​:

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― ◊ ADMITTEDLY,she didn’t know what she was doing out here.  waverly had never been a church person - as ironic as that was.  it wasn’t that they gave her the heebie-jeebies like they could some people.  they just never felt accepting to her either.  she thought now that she knew who her father was, it might be different, but … well then again.  she doubted the church would be kind to half angels.

but something had made her want to just walk today.  she had the day off from the library, and - well it’s not like she had anything better to do.  she could try to track down dean and his people, try to get to know them better.  but she didn’t feel like doing that.  so she’d started just walking, and she found herself there. staring up at the cathedral.  

she jumped when she heard someone talk, having not realized someone was there. “you scared me!” she said with a laugh before looking towards where the woman was pointing. “are you asking about the cathedral’s name?  saint peter’s.”

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Kori stumbled back, a hand pressed to her chest.  “OH! oh my, i’m sorry.” She bowed her head slightly, letting out a soft sigh.  “I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry.” She apologized again with a timid smile that barely cracked her features.  “Ah no I figured out Saint Peters, it was the C word... Ca the drals.” 

she took a moment in between words to truly sound them out.  “English is still fairly new to me, the bigger words they get lost so easily.. it is funny, the simple things you don’t realize about language you know.” The laugh was awkward and brief.  “Sorry again about scaring you.. I was just trying to learn.”

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cleviltriggers​:

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someone with a similar problem was sidon, whose mother tongue was so radically far removed from the english of this world. it wasn’t too dissimilar to hylian though, so it could’ve been worse. he didn’t expect the young woman to flag him down from the other side of the road however, running over to check if she was in distress.

before he could get out a ‘are you alright?’, she revealed her intentions. ah, the name of this temple. sidon looked up, then down at her, smiling with his mouth full of shark teeth. “cathedral, it’s a cathedral. st. anne’s,” though he himself pronounced saint quite literally. “it’s an incredible looking building. have you been inside before?”

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“No-- no I have not.” She admitted quite earnestly, “I’m still quite new around here, but I have been exploring.” She tugged on her jackets pocket,  a smile growing on her face.  She was softly pronouncing the word under her breathe, her tongue struggling to find the right purchase for the sounds.  “Is a Cat---Cathedr---Cathedral, like a place of worship.. for hu--people.” She questioned honestly with a soft shrug of her shoulders.

Looking up and down the steps for a moment, perhaps she should also ask if he would be willing to show her the inside of the location.  Exploring was always better in pairs, it brought back memories of her sister from a long time ago.

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cleviltriggers​:

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a check - had he pocketed a check? sean always preferred cash in hand to any kind of banking system. it was better in his wallet than anyone else’s, the way he saw it. sean would never steal from a fellow worker though, smiling at kori as she came further into the bar.

“nah, we’ve had a couple of people on earlier but now, i’m all on my lonesome,” he lamented playfully, leaning on the bar as he talked. “i think it’s in the office in the back. you want a drink? freebies for bar staff,”

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Kori hadn’t really worked a shift with Sean, though she had heard the names of fellow workers.  She figured their paths would cross at some point.  “Well do you need a hand?” She asked curiously, “Gotta help each other out right?” She added

 “Then I can grab my check?” Kori had a strong sense of loyalty that was just ingrained in her being. It was probably one of her strongest traits and her biggest flaw.  The offer of the drink, however was a bit tempting.  “A sex on the beach sounds lovely actually.” 

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    Kori skipped down the street, to a beat only she could hear.  Her curls suppressed into ginger breads, that moved in a slight off beat rhythm.  A smile on her face, she had faint memories of cities but nothing quite like this.  

    Murmuring the names on the signs, her tongue tripping over the words every now and again.  English was not her first language, and due to that the names came off a little wrong.  Be it a misplaced vowel or a mispronounced oo or ahh.  

Stopping short of the steps of a cathedral.  Her head tilting to the side at the name, she took a pause.  Her mouth forming a few of the letters, before she stopped midway.  Looking around, she began attempting to flag down a passer by.  Pointing up toward the sign, 

“ Do you know how to pronounce that word? ” 

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shallowmagics​:

It wasn’t like he intended to crash land. 

The Doctor never actually intends  to crash land anywhere- just don’t ask anyone who’s ever travelled with him- it just happens. Like rain. Like clouds suspiciously denying their very function, leaving The Doctor very cloud-less, and thrown out of Victorian London. 

He didn’t know if he’d ever go back, being a mopey and infuriatingly repeating time now. 

Crashing in this time. Now. Whenever now was. Being thrown from one anomaly to another seeming anomaly would be normal. Exciting even. However, the Doctor was crashing in the fixed-point anomaly. In Wales. 

Awful country, Wales. 

Right. Crashing. Crashed. Smoking. Not good. 

The Doctor waved the smoke away as he exited the TARDIS door, goggles firmly on, bowtie thoroughly soot-stained. For a moment, the Time Lord just stared at the smoke, the open door, the suspicious blast marks. It hasn’t been this bad since- 

No. No repeats, not now at least. 

Of all places to land, it wasn’t a bad spot, per say. While he’s pretty sure this is where a lamppost was supposed to be, it could have been worse. Could have been in the middle of the laundromat across the way. Or a garden. 

Or on the person standing there, also staring at the smoke. 

open for everyone!

Kori had simply been flying, stretching her muscles in a way.  When she saw something strange, at first she thought it was a ship.  Closer inspection, however, proved it to be a box with writing across the top.  She was certain it had meaning to earthlings, but she had not expected that they owned anything so inconspicuous with the ability to fly. 

No.  Not Fly.  Crash.  

Following close behind, she landed on the ground.  Eyes wide at the amount of smoke that seemed out of place for such a rather small box.  Stepping back, only when the door flung open and a man stepped forward.  

Goggles obscuring his eyes, and an outfit rather fitting for the times.  She simply lifted her hand and waved a bit excitedly toward the other.  

“What a pretty ship you have.”

 She commented taking a step forward, green eyes trying to get a closer look to what was held past the door.  Perhaps just wood or perhaps, the true purpose behind the billow of smoke.

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cleviltriggers​:

the bar was closing, lights dimmed and chairs upturned on tables and young sean macguire stood behind the bar, a cigarette between his lips and a bottle of pilsner in his hand. he’d been left to clean up again, though he didn’t mind as much, it meant a free few bottles for himself and a chance to play some music. he wasn’t good at much - whatever he might’ve been good at, he didn’t know anyways - but, the bar? sean could handle it well. 

while fixing a fresh bottle of vodka onto the optic, the door went. who was it? had someone forgotten something - or more nefarious intent? they’d get a face full of glass, and sean gripped the bottle a little harder, on the offensive.

“oi!” he called out, voice strong. “we’re closed, yanno!”

There were plenty things about Earth, that did not sit right with her.  One of them was keeping up with the human currency of money, ever since starting her job.  She had quickly became well known for forgetting to collect  her paychecks.  Bouncing into the interior of the bar, eyes lighting up a bright green.  

“Oh sorry..” 

She bowed her head for a moment, “Just coming by to collect my--.” The word momentarily escaped her, “Check!” yes, that was the word.  “Are you the only one working right now?” She questioned curiously.

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Can you tell me your name?

Koriand’r but my friends call me Kori.

Where are you from?

Tamaran, I mean Earth. 

What’s the last thing you remember?

It is all fuzzy, my memory does not make sense.  

We have a history of memory loss here.  Do you feel as though you may be missing some memories?

Yes.

Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

Yes, I’m a bartender.

What was the strangest thing you had seen before arriving here?

I guess my concept of strange, is different from others but I saw people using these things called phones.

What traits would your friends give to you?

Compassionate, Loyal, Friendly, Trusting.

Random Things to note 

She has fiery red hair and orange skin. 

Her memory is scattered. she remembers bits and pieces like being part of a superhero team, she remembers names and faces but the connection is foggy. 

I love teen titans and outlaw and honestly her personality is a bit of a mix from both. I’d love to plot with any and all of you guys so do not be afraid to hit me up!