Comments | dw_spazz: zagreus sits inside your head...

sits_inside in dw_spazz

zagreus sits inside your head...

May 26, 2009 22:01

Here is the Doctor.

Or rather, here is Zagreus.

When he knows who he is at all, of course. At the moment, he doesn't seem to have noticed he's wandered into the Nexus at all, looking thoroughly distracted and muttering darkly to himself. 'Zagreus seeks the hero's ship/ Zagreus needs the web to rip/ Zagreus sups time at a drip-' he pauses briefly to ( Read more... )

Comments 27

before_thedrums May 27 2009, 04:16:08 UTC

Koschei isn't quite old enough to understand exactly what is wrong with this man who looks like one of the big-Thetas he has met, but he can tell that something is definitely wrong. He feels a bit dizzy, and something or another is making him cringe, like fingers on a blackboard or scratching styrofoam.

He slowly walks over to Theta, cautious and just a bit scared (scared? That's odd, why's he being scared? It's just big-Theta, right? Theta is cool, nothing to be scared of). He tugs on the edge of big-Theta's coat to get his attention. "A-are you okay, Theta?"

sits_inside May 27 2009, 05:08:25 UTC

He somehow manages to be completely unaware of Koschei's presence until the little boy pulls on his coattails, at which point he whirls around, eyes wide. 'There you are!' he snarls. 'Touching me this time, are you? Certainly makes a change from disembodied voices I can't even-'

And once again he stops, falters, his mouth gaping for a moment. 'I- Kosch- are you- who- who are you!?'

Well, so much for that. He glowers down at Koschei, eyes narrowed thoughtfully, as if he might take him apart with his gaze. 'You are not his Ship, are you? Who are you, boy, what do you want?'

before_thedrums May 27 2009, 05:32:53 UTC

Koschei jumps back, the snarling from the man he believes to be Theta taking him completely by surprise and, frankly, doing nothing to stop him from being scared. But then Theta calms down and recognizes him for a moment, but then he doesn't and it... it's all very stange.

And that grating feeling in his mind and body is still there, even stronger now that he's closer.

"I-- I'm... no, I'm not a--. I'm Koschei. Theta, it's me, Koschei. Don't... You are Theta, aren't you?"

sits_inside May 27 2009, 05:47:10 UTC

'Theta?' He cocks his head. 'Who is... Theta? Not me, I'm quite sure of that. I- I am Zagreus!'

Yes, yes he is. Oh, and it feels good to know that, at least for the moment. No uncertainty, just pure, sweet anti-Time, and he smiles an unfriendly smile as he looks down at Koschei.

'Heard of me, have you, boy? Yes, I rather think you will have. But who are you? This body, I think, recognises you.'

Thread 18

who_never_would May 27 2009, 22:45:07 UTC

And if Zagreus is listening closley with his higher senses, there's the faint syncopation of the Master's drums in reply. A rhythm full of power and fury, but in this case, dimmed down until it is a mere echo.

It's been so long since he's been here...

The Valeyard wanders towards the muttering, serpentine and fluid in his movements, trailing his fingers across objects as he passes them. Motes of dust fly up in the air as he brushes paths through the settled grey, humming along with the children's rhyme, and, approaching the man, stops and murmurs in reply, "And life aside, he's sweeping," in perfect sync with the man.

The Valeyard watches Zagreus with black, lifeless eyes, a tiny smile playing on his thin lips. His hands hold residence in his suit-pant pockets.

"Children's rhymes. You're not supposed to exist at all, you know," the Time Lord says, canting his head to the side and narrowing his eyes to thin slits. "You're wrong. Broken." And despite all of the senses in his head screaming violently for him to run, to get as far ( ... )

sits_inside May 28 2009, 02:48:23 UTC

As it happens, he's not listening closely. In fact, despite the fact that he's looking for something- he thinks, anyway- he's not paying much attention to anything outside of his own confusing, the two voices each trying to drown each other out inside his head. And so it is that he doesn't even notice the Valeyar until the man speaks. When he does, though, he doesn't seem terribly surprised when he turns to face him, a knowing look on his face ( ... )

the_5thdoc July 15 2009, 03:01:21 UTC

Across the room is another Doctor. Or is it? The figure does look rather like a Doctor you might have known, but there's something rather... off about him. Perhaps it's the way his eyes are wide and don't seem to focus on anything. Maybe it's the lack of the customary friendly smile on the man's face. Or possibly the slightly mad giggles he seems to erupt into for no obvious reason.

How long has he been sitting here, idly picking apart pieces of the universe into component atoms? For a being that has no concept of time, it would be difficult for him to tell you. But he's clearly picked up on threads of the conversation, and speaks in a lilting voice to no one in particular:

Zagreus? Zagreus? No, no. I am Zagreus. My special, my secret name. Zagreus! But if I'm Zagreus, how can he be Zagreus?

sits_inside July 15 2009, 09:10:08 UTC

He's quite used to disembodied voices, to apparitions that look familiar when they oughtn't to be, and for a moment, Zagreus pays as much attention to the other Doctor (or Zagreus) as if he'd been just another talking cat or noise of footsteps or phantom professions of love from a girl whose name he can't remember.

But then he looks again. The words are his words. This man has stolen them from him, and the darkness behind his eyes flickers, seguing into confusion for a moment because surely he knows him. He remembers wearing clothes like that once, stupid stripey trousers and an inexplicable jacket, and he frowns at him.

'Alice through the Looking Glass,' he mutters, and an unhinged sort of laugh comes out with the words. 'Soon all will be Zagreus, and it shan't matter anymore.'

Yes, yes, that makes more sense than trying to figure out why this man looks so familiar. That makes his head hurt, and without his big, shiny ball of... stuff, it's simply not worth the effort.

the_5thdoc July 15 2009, 18:33:43 UTC

The Doctor tilts his head, puzzling at this oddity that claims to be Zagreus. He rises to his feet, picking a twisted path across the room (surely it's a trail that must make sense somewhere inside the Doctor's head) to this stranger who is clearly not Zagreus, can't be Zagreus. He stops a few feet from the man, walking a slow circle around him and peering at him from every angle.

He begins muttering as he paces around the man:

Zagreus? Impossible! Or is it unpossible? I can never quite remember... But you can hardly be Zagreus because I am Zagreus. There can't be two of us... can there?

No, no, no. You're just here to fool me. But Zagreus sees you...

He prods this Zagreus in the chest with a finger. He feels real enough, but that would just be silly. Well. Sillier.

sits_inside July 17 2009, 19:43:38 UTC

Zagreus frowns at the Doctor- at Zagreus, whomever he is- because he does look familiar, desperately so. So much, in fact, that Zagreus rather thinks he must be the Doctor's ship again, trying to tell him something. Ah, yes, that would be it. Tormenting him with images from the Doctor's past, claiming to be him, claiming his name, his special, secret name, a name of power.

... But then the projection pokes him. Which projections oughtn't to be able to do at all, as far as Zagreus knows, and in a snap of instinctual movement, he catches the other man by the wrist, slender fingers gripping hard enough to leave bruises.

Voice low, he speaks, and there's the low crackle of unnatural anti-thunder around his words, a fizz and hiss of chemical reaction against this universe. 'I am Zagreus. And I know you... Doctor. Trying to fix me, are you? Kick me out of his head? I'm not- oh god ( ... )

Thread 7