asgardeventide | video. (1x03)

[ the video flickers on to a table--it looks to be in Odin, where the Eleventh Doctor is sitting with one leg slung over the other, what looks to be a Scrabble handbook in one hand.

there's a game currently in progress, letters clearly seen. except they're a bit different from what you might qualify as letters. he flips to the last page with a huff and sets it back down, then laces his fingers together. ]

Now, if you lot have played Scrabble before, good! If not, you really ought to expand your board game database, it's really quite fun! Better than Monopoly--who likes Monopoly? Monopolies were outlawed for a reason.

Rubbish game.

[ oh, right, he should stop rambling. ]

So! Me and... myselves, Ninth and Tenth, are in a bit of a pickle: should "of Rassilon" be acceptable as a suffix? It's as commonplace as "ing" in the English language.

Sort of. Maybe. It's got to count.

I'm sure of it.

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'Heartless'?

[ he leans forwards, interested in hearing a bit more. ]

S'that literal?

I didn't come up with the name.

But yeah, to some extent it is. They're monster, made from former hearts that were lost.

[ the way he's picturing it makes him... wrinkle his nose. ugh that just doesn't sound pretty. ]

No, that doesn't sound like you'd want them up and about.

And what do they do?

[They are very nose-wrinkle worthy.]

Prey on people, consume more hearts... and envelope worlds into darkness.

... yes, we'll have to make completely sure they're never in Asgard, then.

...Yeah. [His smile tries to go it's usual, confident route, but fades halfway there, turning into something more wry and exhausted.]

Let me know if you see or hear anything about them here. Shadowy creatures with glowing gold eyes. They're sort of...

[Ngh, he doesn't want to say it, and his eyes dart to the side, to the Keyblade off camera as he trails off. It's not really his. It's more of Sora's thing, but Sora doesn't have his Keyblade.

He'll just have to substitute, even though he wants to scream it's Sora's job and he's only helping.]

...Sort of my responsibility.

"Sort of"?

[ his voice is quieter now, to meld with Riku's subdued expression. ]

...Sort of.

[A bit more firm this time. He smiles, wryly.]

Not many can deal with them. I can.

[ most people would probably ask if he's the only one; but numbers are never a proper indicator of power. Eleven, of all people, knows that, with the way people speak about him.

You promised me an army, Dr. Song.

No, I promised you the equivalent of an army. This is the Doctor. ]

Sounds as if most of Asgard's brought in are experts, people who can do one thing extraordinarily well, exemplars in their home worlds and dimensions.

[Snorting a laugh. He's not trying to be rude, but really? Expert?]

I'm far from an expert. It's just a job not everyone can do.

I wasn't talking about just you, though I don't see how you can't see yourself as an expert if you're one of the few that can do what you're supposed to do. Unless you're telling me you're not particularly skilled in your responsibility.

I know you weren't. But I doubt other people would consider themselves to be experts too.

I'm not. [Another quick glance to his Keyblade and back again.] But lets just say that it's something you don't have a choice to do.

... what'dyou keep looking over at?

[He hesitates, then abruptly gets up, retrieves the blade, and sits back down, idly playing with the keychain before holding the whole Keyblade up to the feed.]

...The thing that choose me.

[ he looks at it with an indescribable expression--intense, but not inherently bad, but not exactly positive, either. to be honest, he's never been one for letting teenagers run around with weapons. he does, however, realize that different worlds and different dimensions are all different, and that's the beauty of them. ... he doesn't like it, though. ]

It's a kind of sword, isn't it? By the balance, I'd say a rapier, but that wing sticking out throws that idea out.

[At the very least, at least it's not a Gunblade? That's like two weapons in one.]

It's called a Keyblade. Like a sword, but not really. It can take on different kind of shapes, and... this is the way mine looks. The wing is supposed to be its teeth, I think...

[It's so... awkward having to explain it. More awkward than Sora's ever had it he thinks.]

Oh, yes, I see it now.

[ he wags his finger over the shape of it. if he squints and turns his head to the side, it's... sort of like a key... sort of. ]

Keyblade. And that's what you use to fight, I suppose.

[...he's kind of hoping Sora might gets his soon too. It'll be much easier to describe with a Kingdom Key around.]

...It's the only thing that will defeat those Heartless normally.

And how'dyou defeat one 'abnormally'? Or, putting it another way, Riku: what's defeating "normally"?

Normally, defeating it with this. [Hoisting up his Keyblade for a moment.] You just sort of... need to whack them with it.

[WHACK-A-HEARTLESS! I swear Disney World is missing out on a great new attraction.]

Abnormally, would probably be through magic. It's only a deterrent though. If you don't do it properly, the darkness around the heart will reform, and they'll come back.

[ a bit of amusement comes to his face--just 'whack' them with it, huh? ]

Must be very special if that's all it takes.

[Well, despite being able to cut buildings in half, it's not exactly sharp...

...Never mind that he feels a bit silly for his choice of words now. gdi.]

It is. But it's not very special here. Just like another sword.

Ah, right, the abilities.

[ he sighs, and leans back. ]

Which really is quite dangerous. The only genetic ability I have is sealed off, and that prevents me from dying.

[Well, Riku's lost more than just Keyblading abilities. But he's revealed enough for today.]

Sounds like you lucked out, since death isn't a huge issue to them here.

But... what was it?

Regeneration.

It means my body can, near-death, change and heal into another one. My personality changes, my voice, everything. And I'm brand new again. I've still got the memories, I'm still me, deep down--but who knows. Might be ginger. Maybe I'll be polite for once, oh, that'd be an odd thing to be.

That's what Nine and Ten are. My previous regeneration. Previous mes. They're not just divergent timelines.

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