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//I may be a little selective, but here’s another starter call for Nardole!

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sepulchrebound:

          WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS HE DOING? Did he think perhaps, that she had employed him to play games ?  ❝ Nardole! —— I’d hate to think you were trying to HIDE something from me  ❞

Ooh, nope. Not going to work. Make the best of it then? “Sorry ma’am. No ma’am. Just though I, um, saw a spider. Or something.”

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   ❛ work? of course it worked - but it wasn’t ever goin’ to fix my eyes. they were exposed to the vacuum of space for too long, nardole, did y’ think we could just wave a magic wand and have ‘em get better? ❜ the doctor was anxious and it showed in his snapping tone, in the way he drummed his fingers against the edge of the desk. he laughed, short and high. ❛ it was only a scanner. i had the TARDIS read me the results after we got back. i just- ❜ 

   he frowned, abruptly cutting himself off, chin ducking in towards his chest.

“You certainly gave the impression that was the case. ‘Stuff in there that’ll cure anything,’ you said,” Nardole retorted. If he thought about it, though, he knew he shouldn’t be that surprised. Rule one- the Doctor (or professor, as it’d been true of his previous employer as well) lies. It was a fact and one that often caused more complications than it solved. The exact why wasn’t immediately apparent to him. Not that it often was anyways...

“Alright, then. What are you going to do about it? I could stay here and watch- long as you’re not gone too long, mind- and you and Bill could... I dunno. What’ll you do?”

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“Oooh, umm...” Well, as much as the Doctor had been insistent that he not speak to her- only watch to see where the key was and then retrieve the item out of the drawer when she left- he supposed there wasn’t much harm in asking directly. “There’s a cub-shaped, red-and-silver device in the locked top right-hand drawer of your desk. Can I have it please?”

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Martha whipped around and fixed the man with a stare, she hadn’t realized he was there. She’d been thinking out loud. Maybe he’d just walked up behind her when she walked into her office. “Yeah, that’s the job description.” That slight smile on her lips, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you come in. Something I can help you with, mate?”

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arkytiorforeman:

“… Well, it was an old photo. Awkward teenage years, and all of that.”

Nardole squinted, looking first at her again and then at the picture on the Doctor’s desk. “Are you sure?”

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   ❛ i have a track record, y’know. two-thousand years strong, despite some very promising efforts over the centuries. i’m a tough act t’ stop. ❜ he bit the inside of his cheek, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. oh, if only nardole knew how often he really took these trips. but really, it was for the better - staying in one place for too long was likely to drive him mad, and a restless doctor could very easily be more dangerous than a temporarily unguarded vault. ❛ look - i get it. but do you know how ya get to be as old as i am, nardole? by not worryin’ so much. honestly, it takes a load off. erases wrinkles. i mean, just look at my face - wrinkle free. ❜ 

Nardole frowned unbelievingly. The Doctor may be a different species from his own, but they’d both spent long enough on Earth for him to be aware that the Doctor’s appearance did generally match up with humans on the older end of the spectrum. And that those were wrinkles. He also knew telling him so wouldn’t change anything. “Sir, you’ve asked me to make sure that and to assist you in fulfilling your oath. I’m only doing what you’ve asked.”

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imjustanauthor:

“Right…”

So he wasn’t a stalker with a restraining order? Or his name was No? Probably not the latter - No would be a bit of a weird name.

“So you’re not allowed to talk to me because of another reason?” John couldn’t think of why that’d be. He’d never met this guy, right? He certainly didn’t recognise him, but then again John never recognised anyone.

“Well, I’m John. You didn’t tell you your name. Is it something funny? Are you called Mr Gnome or something? You do remind me of a gnome. Maybe it’s the hairstyle?”

“Yes,” he answered. And it was an answer to the question he’d been asked as it’d only been confirming that there was another reason. Not what that reason may or may not be. It’d give him a little more time to think that one over. Ooh but a name... Come on Nardole, get that brain in gear.

“Ahhhh...Rory.” Alright. Sure. That’d work for now. It was a name he’d heard Professor Song mention now and then anyways.

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Okay, Bill, Miss Potts. I am the only person you have ever met, or ever will meet, who is officially licensed to kick the Doctor’s arse. I will happily do the same to you, in the event that you do not align yourself with any instructions I have issued which I personally judge to be in the best interests of your safety and survival. Okay, Bill? Good-oh!

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❝ Don’t touch that! ❞

“But why not?” It certainly seemed like a perfectly normal wall and he was winded from running away from...whatever that’d been.

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❝ What have I gotten myself into? ❞

“Trouble, mainly,” Nardole said before clapping his hands over his own mouth. So much for ‘Keep to the shadows and watch.’

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He what?

If it was possible for someone who’s body had been rebuilt with at least partial mechanical parts to feel the blood draining from their face, that was him right now. Even the slightest want to say ‘I told you so’ flew right out the window, never to return. Well, he had told him so but... this wasn’t the time or place.

“B-but the device- You- It didn’t work?”

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thistimefeelsnew:

     “—things happened.”

“Yeah, I can see that but I only saw you two minutes ago!”

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centuriesuntold:

   the doctor waves his hand, chastised but not enough to let go entirely of his flippancy on the subject. ❛ i said it and i meant it. it is important. it’s also still secure, or were those five minutes absolutely destructive on a subatomic, unobservable level? - because everything seems the same t’ me. ❜

“And if it hadn’t just been five minutes? Or something had happened?” Nardole knew that he was very much only a recent addition to the Doctor’s life- despite 24 years on Darillim and 50-some years at the university- but he knew well enough that the TARDIS wasn’t always the most reliable source of transportation.

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@reassembledmum, thought you would appreciate this tidbit :D

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thistimefeelsnew:

“It’s me, Nardole. The Doctor.”

He blinked. “What? But you...”

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centuriesuntold

   ❛ y’know, ya didn’t use t’ be this annoying. i distinctly remember a less exasperating person who knew what fun meant. is there a frayed wire or a loose cog somewhere in you that erased the word from your memory or somethin’? - serious question: do i need to break out a thesaurus? ❜

“Sir, how many times have you told me how important it is that the vault is kept secure?” Hundreds if not thousands in the past few decades by his personal count. At least it was safer than crashing a ship into New York City, but somehow Nardole thought the Doctor enjoyed that sort of thing much more than playing babysitter.

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BILL & TED’S EXCELLENT ADVENTURE SENTENCE STARTERS.

for your high school aus, your time travel aus, your high school time travel aus, or whatever you please!

“I’m telling you, it’s great here.”

“The air is clean. The water’s clean. Even the dirt is clean. Bowling averages are way up. Mini-golf scores are way down.”

“So, what you’re telling me, essentially, is that Napoleon was a short, dead dude.”

“You totally blew it, dude.”

“Thanks to great leaders such as … Genghis Khan, Joan of Arc, and Socratic Method, the world is … full of history.”

“One thing I know is that Joan of Arc is not Noah’s wife.”

“Your stepmom’s cute.”

“George Washington. One: The father of our country. Two: Born on President’s Day. Three: The dollar bill guy.”

“We are destined to flunk most egregiously tomorrow.”

“Okay, the lady in that car over there said that Marco Polo was in the year 1275.”

“Strange things are afoot at the Circle K.”

“Don’t forget to wind your watch!”

“You and I have witnessed many things, but nothing as bodacious as what just happened.”

“That was most unprecedented.” 

“Whoa! He didn’t even card us, dude!”

“Here’s the deal: what I win, I keep. What you win, I keep.”

“You are dealing with the oddity of time travel with the greatest of ease.”

“Be excellent to each other.”

“Party on, dudes!”

“The few possess much, while the masses possess little but their television sets.”

“Today, leaders are impeached rather than beheaded.”

“He was a dick!”

“You seem to be suffering from a mild form of hysteria.”

“Don’t get smart with me, buddy.”

“This has been a most excellent adventure.”