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[gallifrey falls.]

T h e A r t i s t
♡ 250 ♡ Sonic paintbrush ♡ lost in memories ♡
>> Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed <<
~Khalil Gibran

The Artist gave the Voyager a small smile at his compliment. "Thank you, I rather like it! Yours suits you as well, by the sound of it." As he asked about anyone else, she too looked around, seeing if anyone volunteered. Not seeing anyone right away, she turned back at his next words with a nod of agreement. "Yes, that would be ideal." Quietly, she adds, "We can't help these people any longer. It would be best for us to go, before the High Council loses us in addition to the others."
Falling silent, she still can hear cries of 'Exterminate!' and of her fellow Time Lords and Ladies dying under the never-ceasing Dalek fire. A pang of regret and loss echoed through her hearts, causing her to bow her head for a moment, the overwhelming sense of sadness threatening to crush her. Softly, so soft her voice is barely audible above the hum of the TARDIS and the other's voices, she whispers the words that have lain on her hearts since the High Council contacted her: "I'm sorry.."
Suddenly raising her head, the Artist now voices her agreement with the Scientist. "You’re right. We don't want to get caught by the Daleks at this stage, and flying the TARDIS past them is going to be hard enough. Does someone know how to operate her?"
Her fingers still twirled the paintbrush between her fingers as she hums to herself.

[.boot]

The ace

age;327 Mood;concentratingtags;everyone

Ace was silent the whole time of the stories and fell into a deep concentration. The voyager's story was a bit sad, and Artist's was simple. He went out of concentration when their discussion ended and The Artist asked if anyone was able to operate a TARDIS. He suddenly sprung out of his seat and told her " I've watched my father use and fix one when i was 12, helped repair one when i was 50, and was able to use one independently since i was 70. I can do more than just ' operate' the TARDIS" Since the time Ace was 12 he was a little too excited about TARDIS'. He was excited to use one after the long time of hiding and running, even more joyful to use one to leave this war behind. Even so, he still couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt he had. All those screams and explosions outside chilled him to both his hearts. Keep yourself together he thought before going to the controls and flipping the on switch. "where do we want to go?"

[ivory.]

T ʜ ᴇ | W ʀ ɪ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ
Age;200
Sonic;Toothpick
Feels; A wee bit on the grumpy side

Writer smiled.
Nodding she set her books and Journals on the control panel. "The lady... I like that name, I think it suits you. It IS a Pleasure to meet you." She smiled. Thinking more about Galifrey, she pondered what would happen next. I mean, their enemy was just as powerful, maybe even MORE powerful than the timelords themselves. Snapping out of her daze she locked eyes with The lady.

[ - So sorry my posts aren't as high quality that I'd like them to be ;A; Darn wondering mind that can't think -.- - ]

ｔｈｅ ｌａｄｙ
sonic; goggles
age; 316

tags; writer
mood; lightening
thoughts; "okay, she
seems nice."

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She nodded back politely. "As does yours... evidently," she laughed, gesturing to the books being piled up
on the console. "No, no, the pleasure is all mine." she said, mocking a rich male's accent and giving a
brief curtsy. She turned a little, leaning against a rail, and listened in to a few sentences of one of the
other timelord's stories. She turned back to the Writer, now intrigued. "What's your story? Do... or did you..
have any family?" She asked softly, knowing it could be a touchy subject for a lot of Gallifreyans now. It
seemed everybody had lost someone, or even a lot of people, who they held close. She just hoped to god
there would be someone to clean up afterwards... could the Daleks really fell such a beautiful planet? No.
Of course not. The high council had to have something up their sleeves. She looked at the floor
distractedly.

sorry for lateness }}

[gallifrey falls.]

T h e A r t i s t
♡ 250 ♡ Sonic paintbrush ♡ happy ♡
>> Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed <<
~Khalil Gibran

Pausing a moment to think about the Ace's question, the Artist frowned. "I'm not sure to be perfectly honest! Anywhere away from here seems wonderful.." After another pause, she added, "Wherever you want! Unless someone else has a suggestion of course."
With a sigh of contentment, the Artist leaned back against the consul. Hopefully wherever they went, the Daleks wouldn't be able to follow. She had no doubts about Gallifrey's destruction; as the Daleks cared nothing for beauty or history. She wasn't even sure if the High Council or anyone could stop them! With any luck, perhaps small groups could leave at a time, and they Time Lords could find each other once again somewhere else. They could only hope.

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{ Also, what do you guys think if the 8 of them had a mental connection? Like perhaps the High Conciul bonded their minds together in preparation for the trip, but the connection can be blocked if they wish, like if one of them wishes to keep to themselves for a bit.
Does this seem good, or a bit too far-fetched?

[gallifrey falls.]

{ Bump

[~Phantasos~]

Chance
Age:21
Location: A room in the Tardis

Chance crumbled under the onslaught of emotions and memories, and curled up on the floor. A small ray of thankfulness crept through her, as she was glad at that the others weren’t around to see her in such a weak state. Slowly, after a time, the feelings of grief and regret began to fade and she used the little strength she had left to push them to the back of her mind and lock them away once more. She gripped the wall as she stood, using it as a steady support to help her to her feet, and looked around curiously. Her surroundings were that of a narrow corridor with three doors and two other halls branching off from this one. The lights hanging from the ceiling flickered dimly, giving the small hall a haunted look. After a minute’s hesitation, she reached for the nearest door and opened it quietly. Her gaze swept across the small room, surprised to find it fully furnished with a bed, wardrobe, desk, and bookshelf. The room itself was not large, but provided plenty of space for movement. The bed was spread with a colorful quilt of rich greens, blues, and purples, which matched the walls of green. The wardrobe was made of some type of sturdy wood and the bookshelf was small with only four shelves; it hosted only a few books. A pale blue door caught her attention and she walked over with great interest to what lay behind it. She opened the small door, placed between the bookshelf and wardrobe, and discovered a modestly equipped bathroom. A smile found its way her face and she lay down on the bed with a sigh. The emotional display early had worn her out and she found herself drifting off to sleep within seconds of lying down. Feeling safe in the room, she let the sleep overcome her and was swept away into the world of dreams.

((anyone want to find Chance? She's only interacted with Ace and Voyager so far.))

[gallifrey falls.]

Chance
Age:21
Location: A room in the Tardis

Chance crumbled under the onslaught of emotions and memories, and curled up on the floor. A small ray of thankfulness crept through her, as she was glad at that the others weren’t around to see her in such a weak state. Slowly, after a time, the feelings of grief and regret began to fade and she used the little strength she had left to push them to the back of her mind and lock them away once more. She gripped the wall as she stood, using it as a steady support to help her to her feet, and looked around curiously. Her surroundings were that of a narrow corridor with three doors and two other halls branching off from this one. The lights hanging from the ceiling flickered dimly, giving the small hall a haunted look. After a minute’s hesitation, she reached for the nearest door and opened it quietly. Her gaze swept across the small room, surprised to find it fully furnished with a bed, wardrobe, desk, and bookshelf. The room itself was not large, but provided plenty of space for movement. The bed was spread with a colorful quilt of rich greens, blues, and purples, which matched the walls of green. The wardrobe was made of some type of sturdy wood and the bookshelf was small with only four shelves; it hosted only a few books. A pale blue door caught her attention and she walked over with great interest to what lay behind it. She opened the small door, placed between the bookshelf and wardrobe, and discovered a modestly equipped bathroom. A smile found its way her face and she lay down on the bed with a sigh. The emotional display early had worn her out and she found herself drifting off to sleep within seconds of lying down. Feeling safe in the room, she let the sleep overcome her and was swept away into the world of dreams.

((anyone want to find Chance? She's only interacted with Ace and Voyager so far.))

{ I can go find Chance if you wish! Maybe Ace starts opperating the TARDIS to get past detection by the Daleks, and the Artist goes off to explore the ship.

[~Phantasos~]

(Sure. )

[.boot]

The ace

age;327 Mood;excitedtags;everyone

Ace grinned and replied "anywhere it is, then" since he couldn't decide where to go either, he found the location buttons and pushed one of them. "Let's hope this place doesn't have any trouble either" he hopefully thought to himself as he flat the TARDIS lurch and start to take off.

[gallifrey falls.]

T h e A r t i s t
♡ 250 ♡ Sonic paintbrush ♡ curious ♡
>> Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed <<
~Khalil Gibran

The Artist gave the Ace another smile. "Sounds fantastic! I'm off to explore the TARDIS more, if no one minds. Catch you all later!" She disappeared down a corridor adjacent to their position and breathed a sigh of relief. Meeting new Time Lords and Ladies was all well and good, but sometimes she loved being on her own. The Artist began peering into rooms here and there, looking for a good stop to sit and draw, or simply imagine. About to go into a room across the hall, she suddenly heard soft sobbing coming from another.
With a frown, she quietly walked down the corridor and knocked lightly on the door it was coming from.

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{ Also, what do you guys think if the 8 of them had a mental connection? Like perhaps the High Conciul bonded their minds together in preparation for the trip, but the connection can be blocked if they wish, like if one of them wishes to keep to themselves for a bit.
Does this seem good, or a bit too far-fetched?