Every star there ever was. (1x1 rp with The Doctor.)

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Sevilen watched the union man come closer. A tall blond man, about 20 years of age. "Ho there!" He called.

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"Hello there!", The Doctor quickly stood up, brushing grass blades off of his pants. He circled around the soldier, looking at his uniform. It was blue with gold-coloured shoulder pads. He wore a small hat with swords/guns printed on it. A long blade was by his side. His pants were a lighter blue and looked worn at the knees. "Yes, he's Union." The Timelord trotted back to Sevilen's side. "We come in peace!"

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Sevilen snickered at his confused face. "Who are you?" He asked. Sevilen rolled her eyes at his formal-ness. "Name's Sev. Lunatic here is The Doctor." She said. The man nodded. "You're needed back at camp." He said, thinking of a real doctor.

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The Doctor just played along with it. "Of course, sir." A look of shock was on the soldier's face as he looked at Sev. " Oh, pay no mind to my nurse. She's always speaking with an attitude. It's kind of her personality. Anyway, lead me to camp!" The Doctor shot a large, cheezy grin at Sev. He knew that she would be angry.

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Sevilen made a face. Tilting her head and grinning. But this was a "I will kill you." grin. The soldier led them back, not seeing or hearing Sev. "Five minuets in and this is what happens? Oh, I'm gonna chop your head off with a doctors saw." She whispered.

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The Doctor stared at Sevilen, matching her with a devilish grin. "I'm just telling the truth. Don't want to get on the bad side of a guy with a gun.." He paused, thinking for a moment, then continued, "But I think facing you would be worse."

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"Lets see, I use throwing knifes, took fencing lessons, I can shoot arrows, and guns, spent every summer from years 5 till 14 at boy scout camp and was the only girl. And I built a bomb when I was five, and am the inventor of the pencil crossbow. Plus I can hit a note so high, my sister fell off her chair. I pretty sure I'm more dangerous then a army." She said with a evil grin. (All true. My dad was the doctor at a boy scout camp. Every year we go out, I'm mauled by really stupid and flirty boys. If that explains the boy scout camp thing.)

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"I knew there was a reason why i picked you. Never had a bomb-building, knife-throwing, arrow-shooting companion before.", The Doctor rambled, "But to tell you the truth, you strike me more as a pinky-extended girl by your looks. But then again, do I look like a nine-hundred and ten-year-old Timelord from another planet and galaxy? I didn't think so." ( I used to be a boy scout when I was little. C: But then I quit... )

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(Me too. You know, just with girl scouts. But I got bored because everyone hated me. And they still do. What? Girls can't be pretty and still kick butt?)
Sevilen laughed. "Nope, you look like a cocky 28 year old guy who ate too many marshmallows. What? Can't I be pretty and still kick butt?" She laughed as they entered the fort.

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"Cocky? I wouldn't say cocky... I would say..", The Doctor stared off into space for a moment before snapping his finger, signaling that he had figured out the words he was looking for. "....A twenty-eight year old so ingenious that you see him as crazy and insane..... who ate way too many marshmallows!" He rushed forward, toward the infirmary. It was a long, stuffy tent full of cots. All of the makeshift beds were taken. The seemed to be split up into two rows, one of non-severely hurt soldiers, and those who were on the brink of death. Nurses and doctors mingled around the area, trying the best they could to comfort the dying men.

A young, black-haired man walked up to them. He seemed to be twenty or twenty-five. He had bright blue eyes and a lean build. He was carrying a stack of papers. "Who are you?", he questioned, eyes narrowed, "By your attire, I don't think you are in the right place." He was looking at The Doctors' scruffy, torn shirt and roughed-up pants. "No sane doctor would wear a bowtie, anyway."