Posts by PeacockEye

"Allo, ein naym is Morry." I replied shaking her whole arm and honestly not giving a shyt is my 'Titanus in your Asslantic' offended her.

"If you mean cool as in completely batshyt crazy after eons of time travel and creation, then yeaahhh.." I said with a weird grin.

"The Doctor adopted me when I was a little kittensprout of an Anon. Had quite a few adventures as I grew up. Mind you, he was on his fourth regeneration when he took me in, bless his hearts. Going out of his merry, chaotic way just to put a little kidootle like me into a place I could call hpme an grow up in."

"I've never had any sort of sibling relationship. Grew up alone, with the dog, and numerous companions. I mostly took care of meself, being the only Anonyma in the whole of space and time."

(You can kill meif you wan't. Not like i'm mortal.) "Bah, ah dunno. Might've made me nicer." I reply with a shrug.

"Is it just me or am I missing out on some chaos?"

"I... Well... I'd be able to do that, but then again, they'd be Anonyma kind..." I said, suddenly going into deep tought.

(Can I join with myself? And if Jawn's open I can do him, too. But be warned, I'm a fourth-dimentional jerk and basically an Anonyma. Anonyma is a being that can pass in and out of interest, therefore four-dimetional. My science is weird.)

(And I'm bisexual and tease-flirt everyone, but mostly Jogn because its funny when he's flustered.)

"Lup se tou." I replied in an Ellarian curtsy.

(Aight. I can do Johnstone instead *hurlurlur* naw. Where was John left off and how do you want me to come in?)

Almost having seemed to appear from thin air I skipped alongside Sherlock, bouncing in front of him a couple times as I tried to guess what he was up to. I was dressed in a dark, almost faded, green and red striped jacket that was reminescent of a straight jacket, having wide cuffs with straps around them, as well as several more up the front, on the tops of my shoulders, and two in the back. The collar was turned up against the cool London outside and gave me a bit of a goofy look when combines with the grey capris I wore and a pair of leather hiking boots. As weirdly as I was dressed, none of the other people seemed to care about my little scene I played out as I followed the detective.

Oh. That was interesting to see. An unearthly machine. "Aaaand it clicks!" I think aloud, clapping my hands together as I scrambled over to the blue box. "Looks to be wood, but it aint. It can't be a real police box. They never use them anymore, so they got rid of them, except for a few for historical reasons." I grinned turning to look at Clara a moment before returning to examining the TARDIS.

(I thinl i'm outside...) "Oi! If humans are getting urt we'd better call the space police!" I said sarcastically, but still had a look of concern on my round face.

Almost instinctively I darted inside to check on the injured blonde, whom I thought resembled a hedgehog, not caring wether if the Doctor wanted me to stay out por not. (So, do I rp Jawn?)

I didn't understand anything yet, and I was currently kneeling beside this John, who was about to reply when I rudely interupted. "Can some one explain whats foing on to me in a smart way? I don't need a long stupid explaination, just tell moi."

(i am. I'm just being me and hushing people.)

(Lets say I'm the pedestrian then.. And John is a second character I'm playing as.. I'm literally refders to me.) "I had a feeling it was a time machine.. But dying in a minute isn't too bad. Could be less time. And number one on my bucket list of before I die is to murder, dismember, and eat someone.. Not enough time for that. Almosrt out of time antyway. Am I dead yet?" I rambled on, seeming not to be concerned about my status at all.

I looked at the Doctor then Sherlock, shrugging slightly and simply sitting beside John. "Do you have anything to eat? I'm a bit hungry.." I asked him, and he immediately shot me a glare, "We're both dying, and you're asking for food?!" John asked, his voice sounding to be a mix between shock and offense, "Who the hell are you anyways?!"

I looked at John, "I wouldn't expect anyone to know me or understand who and what I am in the Universe. So, to the matter at hand, why am I, and you, not dead yet? Judging by the ammunition, electrical shock is supposed to kill us." I rambled flicking said ammunition and examining it, "Wait.. Wait what?" John replied, unable to keep up with the pace I talked in.