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May 27 2014, 02:58 PM
This one's an oldie but a goodie. Go to Texts From Last Night
, find teh text you sent IC, and state who it went to. I'll start:
Rallon, texting Millennia: "Tell the cops to let you through! Tell them you need to do drugs!"
May 5 2014, 10:57 PM
Borough of Hackney
District of Shoreditch
"Hey, Micky! Long time no see!"
Rallon let the door swing shut behind him, closing with a smack of wood on wood and a jangle of bells. The pub was a long, narrow affair with a long bar on one hand and a single row of tables on the other, all done in dark wood and subdued lighting. A few other men, a mix of working class types and middle-managers letting themselves feel like they were slumming, glanced up at him. He glanced back, scratching a match on the bartop and lighting a Silk Cut. "Not so long as all that, Soap," he answered, taking a stool near the center.
"NOt so long?" The barkeep snorted. "It's been two bloody years, Micky. And it's 'Dexter' now - I'm respectable, I am."
Rallon laughed, gesturing with the cigarette in his hand. "Respectable? YOu? Maybe it has been a long time."
Dexter snorted laughter again. "Bloody hell, Micky... you're lookin' good. What you been up to?"
"Same as you," the Time Lord answered with a shrug. "Skinnin' the gentry with overpriced goods. Been scalpin' show tickets an' th' like, mostly. Decent money in that. Which reminds me..." He dug into a pocket of his brown overcoat and extracted a roll of bills. "Last I was here, I'd run up a tab... four hundred quid, wannit?"
"Three seventy nine," Dexter answered.
"Right," Rallon agreed, peeling off twenties and fifties. "Here you go, then... five hundred."
Dexter hesitated, looking slightly affronted. "Ya ain't gotta pay it all at once..."
"Nah," Rallon countered. "You done right by me, when I was down on me luck - an' me luck's changed, ain't it? Take it."
Dexter counted out four hundred pounds. "I ain't takin' more, Micky. You don't..."
Rallon slid the other bills over. "Take 'em. Set me up a pint an' a double, and set one up for the house. An' call the rest a downpayment on the tab I'm gonna run."
Both men laughed at that, and Dexter tucked the money in the till. "Business good, then?" he asked, filling a mug and sliding it over.
"Never better," Rallon answered, downing a swallow. "Everything's looking up."
May 4 2014, 08:03 PM
Show me a man who claims he is objective and I'll show you a man with illusions.
-- Henry R.Luce
SMOKE AND MIRRORS
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
Rallon is a cypher. A dead man reborn through the strength of his own will. A Time Lord and a Mind Lord. A free agent and Illusion's Champion. A man dedicated to truth and liberty who can pluck the thoughts from another's mind and make them see whatever he wants. He's playful and fun-loving, and rarely takes things seriously. And very little can mess up his composure - he's already lived through hell.
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
After centuries of being the "horse" of the Celestial Toymaker, Rallon keeps people at a distance. Oh, he's friendly enough. He's your best friend - he's everyone's
best friend. Gotta keep the marks coming back, after all.
But somewhere, down beneath the facade, Rallon still doesn't quite believe he's free of the Toyroom. He'd love to let his guard down, love to let someone close. But that, obviously, would be when he loses the game.
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
Millennia was Rallon's great love, the woman about whom he could have contentedly orbited for eternity. And the Toymaker destroyed that love, kept her as a plaything and tossed her aside once he grew bored. He hates himself for not being able to save her, and is certain she hates him as well.
He's not ready for love. He's not even ready to let someone close enough to be a real friend. But sometimes, it happens anyway.
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
Rallon is angry. At himself, for agreeing to go with the Doctor. At the Doctor, for leaving Millennia in the Toyroom. At the Time Lords, for writing them off as dead. And at the Toymaker, for holding him a slave for so many centuries. At the universe itself.
Oddly, this hate manifests as compassion. He is a champion of the underdog, of the oppressed, of those unable to help themselves.
'Cause I'm a liar, yeah, I'm a liar
I'll tear your mind out, I'll burn your soul
I'll turn you into me, I'll turn you into me
'Cause I'm a liar, a liar, a liar, a liar, a liar.
That's all a hell of a sob story, really. Do you believe it?
May 2 2014, 02:10 PM
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
FULL NAME Rallonkijuamdebnr
It's hard to gauge, what with having been possessed by the Celestial Toymaker in a place outside the eleven-dimensional universe. Within a few years of the Doctor, going by birthdays.FANDOM
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Rallon was Loomed into the House of Jade Dreamers, one of the few male Cousins of the matriarchal, mystical lesser Great House with a history of grooming High Priestesses of the Sisterhood of Karn. Within the House of Jade Dreamers, the female members rule the House itself while the male members serve as the liaisons of the Jade Dreamers and the Sisterhood of Karn with the greater society of the Time Lords. As such, Rallon was groomed from his earliest days to master the psychic abilities of the Gallifreyans, so that he could serve the House as a Mind Lord and a Guardian of the Sacred Flame.
But, as the poet said, "The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley."
Like all of the children of Gallifrey Rallon was taken to stand before the Untempered Schism. Some children break, others run, others are inspired. Rallon saw chaos, a universe of illusions and games, filled with rules that could be mannipulated and cheated. He became a prankster and con artist in the aftermath of this experience, weaving convoluted schemes that could take months or years to come to fruition and that, as likely as not, blew up in his face.
In other words, he was clearly Prydonian material.
It was in the Prydonian Academy that he met the other Aspirants who would become the most influential forces in his life. Theta Sigma. Koschei. Drax. Ushas. Vansell. Jelpax. Magnus. Millennia. And what's his face... the quiet one. Uhm... the Meddler. The Deca. A group of rebels and hooligans, all of them brilliant students and all of them Trouble. It was when he realized that the reason that Theta Sigma seemed like such a mark for a grift was because Theta Sigma was running a con on him at the same time that the two became friends.
But Millennia was the reason he stayed with the group. Soft-spoken, gentle, sharp-eyed, and beautiful, she captivated him. The two weren't quite inseperable - the training of the Academy is a century long, after all - but they moved in a complicated orbit about each other that would always see them returning to each other after a seperation. It was quite likely that, had they lived, they would have settled comfortably into a Cluster Marriage within a century or two of graduation.
But then, to celebrate the end of their Academy work and the successful defenses of their theses, Rallon and Millennia agreed to accompany the Doctor to investigate the domains of the mythical 'Celestial Toymaker'. Three fledgling Time Lords left Gallifrey, but only the Doctor returned.
Rallon spent centuries trapped in the mind of a Universal Power, the so-called 'Crystal Guardian of the Universe'. He was forced to watch, helpless, as the Toymaker used his body to trap his lover as a livind doll, to be played with for a time and then cast aside. The Toymaker considered it all a game, revelling in the parry and thrust as Rallon fought. He never expected the young Mind Lord to succeed, but enjoyed it even more when Rallon discovered he could exert the slightest bit of control over their shared body. Rallon could not reclaim himself, but he could compel the Toymaker to abide by the rules he made and the bargains he set.
Even the body of a Time Lord is not designed to contain the energies of a Universal Power, however. Rallon's physical form began to burn out. The Toymaker attempted to seize the Doctor's body, only to be thwarted when Rallon triggered the remainder of his regenerative cycles simultaneously, apparently destroying them both.
Centuries of exposure to the Crystal Guardian, however, allowed Rallon to survive. In his greatest con ever he cheated the universe itself and awoke, disoriented and alone, on Earth. It took two decades to recover his memories, two decades of making a living as a hustler and grifter in London. Now he wanders the universe as the most valuable piece in the Toymaker's game with the Guardians of Time - Illusion's Champion.
INTERESTING. AND NOW WE'D LIKE TO SEE YOU IN ACTION
"Anything else for you today?" the clerk asked. He was a pimply sort of lad, slightly plump and working an after school job.
Rallon glanced up at the menu on the wall, then at the counter. "Yeah. Let me get two of these mints." He scooped up the thin, foil wrapped chocolates with a grin.
"Sure thing, mister. That'll be fifty-three cents."
Rallon dug into his pocket, then sighed. "Hey, I'm sorry about this," he said, handing over a crumpled $10 bill. "I don't have anything smaller."
"No problem," the clerk replied, counting the change out. "Nine dollars and forty-seven cents. Here you go."
The Time Lord dropped the coins in his pocket, dug his wallet out, and swore. "Well, hell. I had a buck here all along." He held his hand out, still containing the bills. "Tell you what, I'll buy that ten back from you. You probably need the change more than I do."
The clerk dropped the ten on top of the bills. Rallon mimed tucking it back into the wallet and extracting a one dollar bill, then handed the nineteen dollars back. "Here you go," he said. "Thanks."
"It's cool," the clerk said, counting the bills back. Rallon tucked his wallet back into his pocket, unwrapped a mint, and turned to leave. "Hey, mister?"
The Time Lord stopped. "Yeah?" he asked, turning back.
The clerk held up the ten dollar bill. "You gave me the wrong bill, sir."
"What?" Rallon dug his wallet out and looked inside. "Well, hell. I sure did. Thanks!"
"My pleasure," the young man started to say.
"Tell you what," Rallon continued, digging another $10 out. "I'll swap you for a twenty." Two minutes later he left the restaurant. $20 richer than he'd been when he entered.
"The old ones," he mused to nobody in particular, "are the best ones."
ALIAS First. I also play the Corsair here.
EXPERIENCE n forums, about five years. Tabletop, though? Let's just say that my D&D "edition war" was first vs. second edition.
CONTACT I've got Skype. if I get to know and like you, I'll share.
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