0088. Displaced. [video→audio]

[a_bit_put_upon]

[A video documentary similar to Una's is presented to the Barge, though instead of a wall or altar, he's showing you the library doors. Stone and agape now, adorned with bare standards and guards in the way who just sort of stare at the camera. The Doctor sounds displeased, and quite like he's been getting increasingly upset about something.]

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[rass_bestie]

[Did someone say chill? Fire God to the Rescue!!!] Would you like me to help?

[a_bit_put_upon]

Ah, Xiuhtecuhtli. Yes, an orb or torch, to chase the corrosion. But take care. These parchments, they are thin. They are delicate. This grace, this host treasures them, and they must not be destroyed.

[rass_bestie]

I shall find you. And will take care. My vessel treasures such things also.

[a_bit_put_upon]

It is a library. Histories and great peoples rest here, their spirits as memories. Their legacies. I see why this is precious. I wish to learn of them.

Private - Audio

[mrs_persson]

[Oh. Shit.]

Doctor? Doctor, are you all right? Doctor!

Private - Audio

[a_bit_put_upon]

[Oh! The thing in his hand is talking! WHOA HE HAS A HAND. Let's borrow a little bit of memory here... oh, not that one. Vessel doesn't like to show that part of his brain. Funny, Quetzalcoatl doesn't remember creating humanity THIS well, but he's pleased nonetheless. Let's try this one instead.]

Calm, daughter. We are safe. No harm has come to your brother.

Private - Audio

[mrs_persson]

[Shit. Shit. Shit.]

Who are you? What have you done with him?

Private - Audio

[a_bit_put_upon]

I am Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. I watch over the dawn and the dancing air, over wisdom and art. Your brother will not be broken nor lamed. He sleeps and watches.

Private

[leadsthestars]

[Hang on...wisdom, brothers? Could this be -- Coyolxauhqui turns on the audio part of her communicator, though when she speaks it's slow, like she's got a mouth full of glass.]

Is it you? Tell me it is you, Quetzalcoatl.

Private

[a_bit_put_upon]

Yes? Coyolxauhqui. You sound pained, and this temple is strange. What has happened? What has been done to you?

Private...aaaaand In Nahuatl now

[leadsthestars]

Yes! Yes! It is your sister, Coyolxauhqui! Quetzalcoatl, it has been so long, and I have been so lonely....I did this.

My words are slow because I have given blood to bring you here. I did not mean to, it was accidental, but you have come!

Private: Nahuatl!

[a_bit_put_upon]

[And nooow he sounds worried.]

Lonely? But you move amongst the stars, little sister. You need only sing, and I would be there, for I am not steeped in your blood debt. Why have you done this?

[you_run_i_chase]

Doctor? Doctor are you all right? What the fuck is going on here?

[a_bit_put_upon]

Hush, child. The man is safe, and whole. I do not harm my conveyors.

[you_run_i_chase]

Who the hell are you?

[a_bit_put_upon]

I am Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. And who are you?

[ears_fantastic]

[Blinking. Lots of blinking. All of the things he's read so far are finally snapping into place with this post.]

Oh. Ohhhh.

Oh.

[a_bit_put_upon]

[How curious! A brother, a real brother, of this son, but the memories... are suddenly walled away again. This mind Quetzalcoatl coils in is a labyrinth, to be sure.]

...Oh?

[ears_fantastic]

[Stern face of sternness.]

Yeah, oh. Hello. Which are you, then?

[a_bit_put_upon]

[A memory--a command--there! How strange, the mechanics of 'buttons'. Now there is video, and you see... well, the Doctor. He looks genuinely curious.]

Which am I? Which of what? I am Quetzalcoatl. But... you know of me. You are your brother, I have seen before the mist barred me.