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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.]
