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[076: Audio --> Video]
Jun. 9th, 2013 20:40What kind of flood is this- Stop that!
[Rassiloon sounds really rather annoyed, and, for once, doesn't use the video function. There are also some odd noises that could be made by some sort of animals -- Gallifreyans will recognize it as a rovie.]
No- I said- Stay away from the communicator-
[There's a sudden switch to video, and the culprit is immediately clear: A rovie plush that seems to have come to life and is rather insistent on poking the communicator -- while still trying to hug Rassilon. He tries to shove it away and it just clings to him and attempts to nuzzle him affectionately.]
What is this? [And what do I do about this thing?]
[[OOC: Getting this out now, but tagging will probably be slow, since I have to study for a test.]]
[Rassiloon sounds really rather annoyed, and, for once, doesn't use the video function. There are also some odd noises that could be made by some sort of animals -- Gallifreyans will recognize it as a rovie.]
No- I said- Stay away from the communicator-
[There's a sudden switch to video, and the culprit is immediately clear: A rovie plush that seems to have come to life and is rather insistent on poking the communicator -- while still trying to hug Rassilon. He tries to shove it away and it just clings to him and attempts to nuzzle him affectionately.]
What is this? [And what do I do about this thing?]
[[OOC: Getting this out now, but tagging will probably be slow, since I have to study for a test.]]
[Oh, it's that time again! for the first time since Silent Hill, he's actually pleasantly excited by something.]
I am Rassilon, Lord High President of Gallifrey. Is there any Time Lord seeing this? ...Anyone else I know? ...Omega?
[[OOC: Sorry for lateness.]]
I am Rassilon, Lord High President of Gallifrey. Is there any Time Lord seeing this? ...Anyone else I know? ...Omega?
[[OOC: Sorry for lateness.]]
[074: Audio]
May. 30th, 2013 13:13Zev... gave me some messages for her friends. I...
[He trails off and switches to text for them.]
( Private messages to Arthas, Ivy, Megamind, Cassandra and Ben )
[Public]
She wants to thank the people who helped her and made her feel she was worth something. She wishes she could always hold onto it and that perhaps she'll get it back one day.
[Added some time later, audio again.]
Of all the people in this place she... she was the one least deserving of this. It's not...
We could travel between parallel universes. Not as well as the Barge, perhaps, but...
I'll find that place again. And next time I will save her.
[He trails off and switches to text for them.]
( Private messages to Arthas, Ivy, Megamind, Cassandra and Ben )
[Public]
She wants to thank the people who helped her and made her feel she was worth something. She wishes she could always hold onto it and that perhaps she'll get it back one day.
[Added some time later, audio again.]
Of all the people in this place she... she was the one least deserving of this. It's not...
We could travel between parallel universes. Not as well as the Barge, perhaps, but...
I'll find that place again. And next time I will save her.
[073: Video]
May. 11th, 2013 00:57[Private to Narvin]
You wouldn't happen to have the time to work on our... project right now, would you? [He sounds a little agitated.]
You wouldn't happen to have the time to work on our... project right now, would you? [He sounds a little agitated.]
[072: Video]
Apr. 20th, 2013 14:39[The room shown is recognizably Rassilon's, if decidedly less messy. Some of the new things on the shelf can be recognized as Ancient Gallifreyan by those who have the knowledge to do so.
The man sitting at Rassilon's desk, however, looks quite different -- younger, with longish black hair, drawn back in a messy ponytail, and far smaller. If one is particularly good with faces, one might notice a similarity between this man and the young Rassilon that had been on the Barge during certain floods.]
My memory seems to be rather spotty. [A frown. He doesn't like this at all.] I fear I am affected by this flood as well. Keep that in mind if you need my assistance.
[He is about to put the communicator away, but stops.] Ah! In case anyone else is having memory troubles [a charming, if tired smile] I am Lord Rassil Onasti Prydonius. Lord Rassilon is quite enough, though.
[As he puts the communicator away this time, he seems to see something that upsets him and just for a moment it shows his miserable expression. Then a glimpse of two photos before the feed shuts off -- Rassilon with a woman beside him and a small girl in his arms, smiling, and someone who could be recognized as Rassilon's father with another woman.]
[OOC: This Rassilon listened to his advisor when he was told not to visit the Pythia and as a consequence, instead of somehow losing her power and going mad, she kept it together enough to beat down the revolution. Rassilon was forced to renounce his views to protect his family and was killed some years later by one of the groups still fighting the Pythia. Since he never went mad himself, he's also a Warden now.]
The man sitting at Rassilon's desk, however, looks quite different -- younger, with longish black hair, drawn back in a messy ponytail, and far smaller. If one is particularly good with faces, one might notice a similarity between this man and the young Rassilon that had been on the Barge during certain floods.]
My memory seems to be rather spotty. [A frown. He doesn't like this at all.] I fear I am affected by this flood as well. Keep that in mind if you need my assistance.
[He is about to put the communicator away, but stops.] Ah! In case anyone else is having memory troubles [a charming, if tired smile] I am Lord Rassil Onasti Prydonius. Lord Rassilon is quite enough, though.
[As he puts the communicator away this time, he seems to see something that upsets him and just for a moment it shows his miserable expression. Then a glimpse of two photos before the feed shuts off -- Rassilon with a woman beside him and a small girl in his arms, smiling, and someone who could be recognized as Rassilon's father with another woman.]
[OOC: This Rassilon listened to his advisor when he was told not to visit the Pythia and as a consequence, instead of somehow losing her power and going mad, she kept it together enough to beat down the revolution. Rassilon was forced to renounce his views to protect his family and was killed some years later by one of the groups still fighting the Pythia. Since he never went mad himself, he's also a Warden now.]
[071: Video]
Mar. 23rd, 2013 14:09[Rassilon is leaning back in his seat, legs apparently outstretched, elbows on the arm rests and fingertips resting against each other.]
Has anyone considered that the... recent issues could be the work of another imposter? Perhaps someone should see if they can find the Admiral crying somewhere again. And before you suggest I should do it, I already did so last time.
At least this time no one is trying to eat us... yet.
[His tone and posture is just bored enough to make it ambiguous if he's serious about this or not.]
Has anyone considered that the... recent issues could be the work of another imposter? Perhaps someone should see if they can find the Admiral crying somewhere again. And before you suggest I should do it, I already did so last time.
At least this time no one is trying to eat us... yet.
[His tone and posture is just bored enough to make it ambiguous if he's serious about this or not.]
Davros.
[All the fury and hatred. What's next Admiral? Keep? Zagreus? He will end you if you try that, he really well.]
Get him off this ship.
[Private to Zev]
Zev.
[The lack of a "miss" says everything. Well, that, and the fact that he's wearing his gauntlet and his fingers are twitching suspiciously.]
[All the fury and hatred. What's next Admiral? Keep? Zagreus? He will end you if you try that, he really well.]
Get him off this ship.
[Private to Zev]
Zev.
[The lack of a "miss" says everything. Well, that, and the fact that he's wearing his gauntlet and his fingers are twitching suspiciously.]
[069: Video]
Jan. 31st, 2013 09:34[Private to Zev]
I am finished. You need only tell me when you want it done.
[Public]
[Rassilon is sitting at his desk, leaning back, his arms on the arm rests, finger tips touching.]
I have been thinking.
There have been a great many people -- both here and elsewhere... even at home -- that judged me -- for my actions during the Time War, for things I had done before that, for being a tyrant [a short bitter chuckle at that last one] and yet, so few realize one thing -- even had I gone through with the Final Sanction, even if the universe had been destroyed -- I think the numbers between people I had saved and people for whose death I'd have been responsible wouldn't still have quite evened out.
If you wish to see a true tyrant, you need look no further than the Pythia. And if you wish to see the man who lead the rebellion against her, you need look no further than here. When she tried to destroy her own people out of spite, I was the one who saved them. And believe me, the things she did were worse -- so much worse -- than me treating a war like a war.
If it hadn't been for me, life in my universe would have been destroyed long before the Time War could have even happened. It was I who prevented it, and what did I get? Complaints about disrupting the timeline. When I tried to rid us of that threat, permanently? Exile. Captivity. [A pause. No, he won't talk about the details, not even to make his point.]
[He leans forward and smiles grimly.] And here on the Barge? One of the first things I did was to help in the infirmary. I agreed to continue help a man even after he tortured me -- though that was, admittedly, during a flood. In fact, just now, I finished something that I was asked to do some time ago -- and when that person approached me with their request, I had never even spoken to them before.
And yet... And yet it is only when I fail, only when I don't live up to their standards, only when I go wrong that people deign to pay attention, and are appalled by my wickedness.
I am finished. You need only tell me when you want it done.
[Public]
[Rassilon is sitting at his desk, leaning back, his arms on the arm rests, finger tips touching.]
I have been thinking.
There have been a great many people -- both here and elsewhere... even at home -- that judged me -- for my actions during the Time War, for things I had done before that, for being a tyrant [a short bitter chuckle at that last one] and yet, so few realize one thing -- even had I gone through with the Final Sanction, even if the universe had been destroyed -- I think the numbers between people I had saved and people for whose death I'd have been responsible wouldn't still have quite evened out.
If you wish to see a true tyrant, you need look no further than the Pythia. And if you wish to see the man who lead the rebellion against her, you need look no further than here. When she tried to destroy her own people out of spite, I was the one who saved them. And believe me, the things she did were worse -- so much worse -- than me treating a war like a war.
If it hadn't been for me, life in my universe would have been destroyed long before the Time War could have even happened. It was I who prevented it, and what did I get? Complaints about disrupting the timeline. When I tried to rid us of that threat, permanently? Exile. Captivity. [A pause. No, he won't talk about the details, not even to make his point.]
[He leans forward and smiles grimly.] And here on the Barge? One of the first things I did was to help in the infirmary. I agreed to continue help a man even after he tortured me -- though that was, admittedly, during a flood. In fact, just now, I finished something that I was asked to do some time ago -- and when that person approached me with their request, I had never even spoken to them before.
And yet... And yet it is only when I fail, only when I don't live up to their standards, only when I go wrong that people deign to pay attention, and are appalled by my wickedness.
[068: Spam for Zev]
Dec. 20th, 2012 23:48[This is... Well, it could be worse. At least it seems fairly safe, no monsters about to try and eat them anywhere, no messages about how someone is after his body parts, no Zagreus whispering... No, this seems to be one of the nicer ports and Rassilon is -- well, not happy, but a bit less grumpy. But only a bit. Because, well.
He just got his powers back. Just a few days ago. And he was so nicely getting used to them again. And it was really pleasant to have everything back.
And now, the Admiral had to go and take them away again.
Great.
The way his heart constricted when he caught sight of a restaurant -- a nice looking one, and one that, it seems, makes Italian food -- doesn't help either. He misses Omega enough as it is and the void where their connection used to be is a constant reminder that he's gone and that Rassilon won't be able to see him for who knows how long and he hates it.
But still, he'll try to enjoy this at least a little, insofar one can enjoy these visits to Earth cities.]
Where would you want to go Miss Zev?
He just got his powers back. Just a few days ago. And he was so nicely getting used to them again. And it was really pleasant to have everything back.
And now, the Admiral had to go and take them away again.
Great.
The way his heart constricted when he caught sight of a restaurant -- a nice looking one, and one that, it seems, makes Italian food -- doesn't help either. He misses Omega enough as it is and the void where their connection used to be is a constant reminder that he's gone and that Rassilon won't be able to see him for who knows how long and he hates it.
But still, he'll try to enjoy this at least a little, insofar one can enjoy these visits to Earth cities.]
Where would you want to go Miss Zev?
( Gift list for the Admiral )
[Open Spam]
[He gasps as his powers return, the sudden stimulation almost overwhelming. There's a short moment where he feels the urge to get his gauntlet and destroy something -- maybe that awful sweater -- but he doesn't. Instead, he stays where he is and waits, breathing in deeply, until he is used to them again. It doesn't take long and he simply relishes the feel of power, the ability to feel -- oh, how he has missed this.
He doesn't bother to hide it when he leaves his cabin -- if any other telepath notices, he doesn't care.]
[[OOC: Feel free to find him in the dining hall, some hallway or on the deck -- I didn't want to clutter things up with two posts for this and a Day in the Life log.]]
[Open Spam]
[He gasps as his powers return, the sudden stimulation almost overwhelming. There's a short moment where he feels the urge to get his gauntlet and destroy something -- maybe that awful sweater -- but he doesn't. Instead, he stays where he is and waits, breathing in deeply, until he is used to them again. It doesn't take long and he simply relishes the feel of power, the ability to feel -- oh, how he has missed this.
He doesn't bother to hide it when he leaves his cabin -- if any other telepath notices, he doesn't care.]
[[OOC: Feel free to find him in the dining hall, some hallway or on the deck -- I didn't want to clutter things up with two posts for this and a Day in the Life log.]]
[066: Spam]
Nov. 19th, 2012 16:26[Rassilon is unusually pale and looks vaguely sick; his attempts to mask how unsettled he is aren't going all too well.
He's stalking the hallways looking for some peace and quiet, though he is starting to doubt he'll succeed.]
Silence. [He stops, suppresses a shudder but isn't quite able to stop a twitch at all the bugs suddenly appearing in his way.]
Of course. What did I expect. [He presses his lips together and resolutely steps on them, holding up the hem of his robes.]
I know you're not real. Be quiet.
[For a moment it seems to have worked, but then the voice -- the Doctor's -- Zagreus' -- starts again.
He rolls his eyes and starts repeating chemical formulas in his head. Of all creatures this infernal place could throw at him, it had to be this one. And of all times the Admiral could have stopped here, it had to be now. When he is alone.
"He doesn't love you", the voice whispers. "That's why he left. You are-"]
Silence. I shan't listen to you.
[He concentrates on the formulas again, hands clenched tightly around the cloth of his robes.]
[OOC: Rassilon is unlikely to turn violent unless specifically provoked (and feel free to go ahead and do that if you want a very angry Time Lord (try to) beat you up), but he will be ill tempered and more easily provoked into shouting. Primarily about things he does not want you to know, because one of those things refuses to shut up when told to.]
He's stalking the hallways looking for some peace and quiet, though he is starting to doubt he'll succeed.]
Silence. [He stops, suppresses a shudder but isn't quite able to stop a twitch at all the bugs suddenly appearing in his way.]
Of course. What did I expect. [He presses his lips together and resolutely steps on them, holding up the hem of his robes.]
I know you're not real. Be quiet.
[For a moment it seems to have worked, but then the voice -- the Doctor's -- Zagreus' -- starts again.
He rolls his eyes and starts repeating chemical formulas in his head. Of all creatures this infernal place could throw at him, it had to be this one. And of all times the Admiral could have stopped here, it had to be now. When he is alone.
"He doesn't love you", the voice whispers. "That's why he left. You are-"]
Silence. I shan't listen to you.
[He concentrates on the formulas again, hands clenched tightly around the cloth of his robes.]
[OOC: Rassilon is unlikely to turn violent unless specifically provoked (and feel free to go ahead and do that if you want a very angry Time Lord (try to) beat you up), but he will be ill tempered and more easily provoked into shouting. Primarily about things he does not want you to know, because one of those things refuses to shut up when told to.]
[065: Spam and Voice]
Nov. 12th, 2012 22:32[Spam for level eight]
[The sudden loss of his minds connection to Omega's is almost painful, and Rassilon jumps up. He has rarely arrived faster at Omega's room than this time.
A normal cabin door.
Omega's presence gone.
Omega gone.
The injured howl and nearly hysterical shouting that follows can likely be heard across the whole floor – some of it Gallifreyan, both old and new, and some of it English. He hammers against the door, desperate to be proven wrong, and the communicator falls out of his pocket, the voice function turning on in the process.]
--You can't do this to me! You promised, you swore you wouldn't abandon me, I haven't even done anything! It isn't fair! [He slumps against the door.] It isn't fair. Come back.
[He finally notices the communicator on the ground and the last thing heard before the transmission is cut is the sound of him giving it a rather vicious kick.]
[[OOC: Italics are in English, if your character understands Gallifreyan, feel free to have them understand most of that as well. There's a chance that he'll take a while to answer any comments made to the post, if he does decide to answer. And I'm getting this out now, but my responses might be a bit slow, sorry.]]
[The sudden loss of his minds connection to Omega's is almost painful, and Rassilon jumps up. He has rarely arrived faster at Omega's room than this time.
A normal cabin door.
Omega's presence gone.
Omega gone.
The injured howl and nearly hysterical shouting that follows can likely be heard across the whole floor – some of it Gallifreyan, both old and new, and some of it English. He hammers against the door, desperate to be proven wrong, and the communicator falls out of his pocket, the voice function turning on in the process.]
--You can't do this to me! You promised, you swore you wouldn't abandon me, I haven't even done anything! It isn't fair! [He slumps against the door.] It isn't fair. Come back.
[He finally notices the communicator on the ground and the last thing heard before the transmission is cut is the sound of him giving it a rather vicious kick.]
[[OOC: Italics are in English, if your character understands Gallifreyan, feel free to have them understand most of that as well. There's a chance that he'll take a while to answer any comments made to the post, if he does decide to answer. And I'm getting this out now, but my responses might be a bit slow, sorry.]]
[Spam for the Deck]
[Rassilon is sitting there, posture relaxed, staring off into space while his fingers tap out some rhythm on his knee.]
[Private to Bob]
I would like to... show you something. [He doesn't sound like he's quite sure of this.]
[Rassilon is sitting there, posture relaxed, staring off into space while his fingers tap out some rhythm on his knee.]
[Private to Bob]
I would like to... show you something. [He doesn't sound like he's quite sure of this.]
[063: Video | Private to Bob]
Jul. 22nd, 2012 15:28I've finished with the file; it was an... interesting read. I assume you will want it back?
[062: Spam for Omega]
Jun. 29th, 2012 17:01[This was exactly the kind of port Rassilon has been hoping for: nice, relaxing, no danger of dying -- at least for now. You never know. Even that space station had had that monster...
He smiles at Omega.] Where do you want to go first, my dear?
He smiles at Omega.] Where do you want to go first, my dear?
[061: Spam for Omega]
Apr. 21st, 2012 19:50[One day he would remember not to go to port -- the few times a good one comes up are certainly overshadowed by the countless bad ones.
And one day he would learn that the Admiral could twist the most promising premise into something unappealing.
This all wouldn't even be so bad if there was just a time flux to take care of -- that part was actually fun -- but these... puzzles, obstacles -- experiments -- he was decidedly less enthusiastic about. Especially since they had now successfully managed to remind him of them and their experiments.
Not that there was much time to think about that, considering the poison. Unfortunately, that didn't stop the memories coming.]
...What do we do now?
[He doubted Omega couldn't notice his distress -- and that it was not purely because of the poison -- but he would have to hold on until they got out of this at least.
And Omega had warned him to be cautious. One day he'd have to remember to listen, too.]
And one day he would learn that the Admiral could twist the most promising premise into something unappealing.
This all wouldn't even be so bad if there was just a time flux to take care of -- that part was actually fun -- but these... puzzles, obstacles -- experiments -- he was decidedly less enthusiastic about. Especially since they had now successfully managed to remind him of them and their experiments.
Not that there was much time to think about that, considering the poison. Unfortunately, that didn't stop the memories coming.]
...What do we do now?
[He doubted Omega couldn't notice his distress -- and that it was not purely because of the poison -- but he would have to hold on until they got out of this at least.
And Omega had warned him to be cautious. One day he'd have to remember to listen, too.]
[060] Spam for the Deck
Apr. 4th, 2012 16:21[Thrift hadn't been sure what to do after he made his way through a few of Rassilon's conversations. Eventually he'd decided to leave a letter for Rassilon; the handwriting is a bit hard to read and is obviously from someone who isn't too good at writing, but he tried his best.]
( Read more... )
[Rassilon is leaning against the railing, rereading the letter. He doesn't know what to do with it; he isn't even sure what to feel right now.]
[OOC: Getting this up now, but tags might be slow. We'll have guests over the weekend and I'll probably have to help clean the house.]
( Read more... )
[Rassilon is leaning against the railing, rereading the letter. He doesn't know what to do with it; he isn't even sure what to feel right now.]
[OOC: Getting this up now, but tags might be slow. We'll have guests over the weekend and I'll probably have to help clean the house.]
