Tricky Marks [Valeyard]

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"If you say so," In fact...John didn't. He was all for the wuick deaths. Torture was not something he'd ever gained any pleasure from - he enjoyed drinking with people and shagging people rather that deliberately spending time on causing them pain. For one thing, John didn't have the attention span to just sit down and torture someone. He got distracted too easily - it was why killing people quickly was so much better. The rush was in the actual kill, not in the lead up to it. He never understood the sadistics who enjoyed bringing pain for no reason. And...well, he had met a few, hadn't he? "You're wrong, but if you say so. Sadistic bastards who enjoy that...well, they're no fun."

He shrugged with his words, crooking his lips up into a grin as he saw that the other man was still watching him. John didn't have a good poker face - his face betrayed too many emotions - but he had control over it. Emotions being shown were the emotions he wanted. Well, unless he was suddenly suprised or terribly afraid.

"Oh, games, I do like games," he said, brightening up perkily. And he did. Drinking games were amazing fun, as was playing with other people when they were drunk. Spinning lies around people wasn't as fun as that, or as fun as fighting, but still, it could be rather entertaining. He cocked his head sharply to the side, flicking his tongue out to gently moisten his lips. "Why, are you trying to play word games with me, Vally? Naughty."

He waved a hand dismissively, turning his head to track the lights flicking over the walls, his attention already wavering. Oh, now, that was pretty. Quite a bit pretty, if he was honest. How sweet. Oh, wait, more words. Urgh, listening to them was rather hard now, if he was honest. But he'd make the effort. He was being...polite, after all. Probably. "Everyone's scared of something, sweetie-pie. Doesn't make them rubbish. Fear just makes them closer to humanity. Ain't mustn't that just burn."

He laughed, tipping his head back and leaning back against the consel, his hands supporting his body. And then crossed one foot over the other, humming to himself. And then sighed. "Oh, so...that's true then? About the changing faces? Damn. How're you meant to know if he's gonna be cute the next go round?" No wonder he couldn't keep anyone, according to the legends. John wouldn't stick with someone who was cute and then suddenly wasn't.

"Are you kidding me?" he said slowly, turning his head towards the alien. "That's your idea of fun. Acting like a jealous Ex on a quest for vengence?"

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TAG; valeyard
WORDCOUNT; six.one.one
CREDITS; coding, mine,
LYRICS; KT Turnsdale 'Glamour Puss'
NOTES; ack, late again, sorreee!

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[the valeyard]

I'M ALIVE, NEVER WAS A GIRL WITH
A WICKED MIND BUT EVERYTHING LOOKS
BETTER, WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN

“Sadistic bastard.” He hadn’t thought about it, but it made sense that humans would use such a term on him. The Valeyard knew he should feel offended about that comment, really he should that was such a human term. But the 51st century humans would never understand the way the Time Lord mind works. No one would ever, even if they opened and studied it for hundreds of years. It worked like that for many races out there, even with people of the same race. The mind was such a complex thing in all organic life forms. “I do sound sadistic don’t I. But unlike you Captain John Hart and many others out there, I feel nothing from sex, alcohol, I don’t need them. Your pleasures of the flesh, bore me. Oh it doesn‘t mean I can‘t find pleasure in said things, Is just that our minds were taught to live above those pleasures.” Thinking about it Time Lords had genetically turned themselves into a boring race.

“I was given this body to fight, to lead armies, plan, torture and kill or enemies. What you find as sadism, is my daily life, written on my every gene.” Oh he didn’t blame them for that, he blamed the Time Lords for many things. But he enjoyed his games a lot, the thrill of it was the best sort of pleasure anyone would give him. “It really is a strange process, regeneration. Some Time Lords are able to control at least part of it, but others like the Doctor leave to chance.” Appearance wasn’t important to Time Lords, they were able to recognize each other no matter what face they wore. It was necessary, after death things would get confusing if they were unable to recognize each other. So the concept of not knowing what you would get made Regeneration even more interesting and unpredictable(it was also unpredictable because things could go very wrong during it even if you could control the appearance).

“Everyone likes games, even those who are likely to loose and express dislike end up playing them.” The whole Universe was a game board and they were the pieces. Emperors and Presidents controlled their followers and they were controlled by others. In the end some controlled and they too were controlled, the largest game ever made. Even the Time Lords had been controlled, following their own Gods, Presidents and The High Council. It that game you just needed to make sure you were on top of the chain,. Even if you were controlled by something, you controlled others. Right now the Valeyard was controlled by his hate for the Doctor, but he was able to control other. The Doctor had been controlled by the Time Lords, then by his guilt. But he controlled his companions and the people he met.

“Fear can work both ways, make you weaker or stronger. I never meant to say it was bad, I fear the Doctor. I would be a fool not to. I’m sorry, I just think that sometimes his companions tend to think that the Doctor is above fear. Bit Time Lords aren‘t so different from humans, other than longer lifespan, regeneration and some anatomy differences.” John’s next reaction actually caused him to go into a hysterical fit. Did it count as an ex if he was following himself? “That’s an interesting way of putting it, thought I don’t do it much now. Not after the Doctor trapped me inside the Dark Matrix. Ok, not really trap, but actually using it to kill me. Thankfully the Time Lords brought me back.” The seventh incarnation had been terrifying, it had been the real beginning of his creation. The darkness of the Doctor grew during that body a lot.

“Now I mostly just travel, pick a few things on my way and avoid getting killed. This body is fairy new and frankly I don’t want to damage it.” He was actually fond of it, colors just went well with it. Unlike his previous form it was easier to dress this body. Plus it had a charm that helped him get away from dangers. There was also the slight chance that the Time Lords hadn't given him a full cycle of regenerations. For all he knew this body could be his last. The end of the line like humans or another race put it. He couldn't risk dying when he was having so much fun. He swirled around(quite literally) and ran toward the console. Hanging around the TARDIS was fun but maybe they could actually land somewhere.

“Would you like to go somewhere interesting to talk? Oh and since you asked, other than playing around with other life forms what do you like to do for fun? I‘m sure that someone that has been around for a while has a few interesting hobbies. I do mean around, you are definitely older than you look, right?” He wouldn’t mind if the Time Agent didn’t express his actual age, the Valeyard(like the Doctor) tended to lie about it. Somewhere along he’d even forgotten his real age.

NOTE: sorry for the random edit.
WORD COUNT: eight.seven.two
TAGS: john hart
LYRICS: make me wanna die - pretty reckless
OUTFIT: feeling like a boss
CREDIT: coding & graphics by me.

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"Well done, you can copy my words. What other tricks can you do?" John sighed, looking around again. He was growing bored of talking, even if the talking was about the Time Lord's he had been looking into for years. In fact, it wasn't even about that now, it was apparantly just this Valeyard talking about himself. Why? Oh, John could talk about himself and he did. Not the truth, but he did, and he did that well...but listenening to other people? That was just boring. And now...that was insulting. "You don't need them? No one needs them. Well, 'cept me, but you don't do them at you. you need some education mate. Sadism but not fun? Boring."

More talk about himself. John leant back further, and rolled his eyes. "And I was given this body to be a sex toy, how nice. Quite giving me your history, mate. Asking about the Time Lords, not you." He probably shouldn't have said that, really. His history wasn't something he liked talking about, but passing moments in conversation weren't so bad. As long as there was no chasing up to it, because that was just irritating, and he would have to shoot something. Hopefully this guy, because though he was cute, the ship was overal, cuter.

"So they weren't vain? Didn't care about how they looked? Not at all?" He paused, considering that. And the shrugged. "Well, don't mind chance. Chance is a good thing. Cheating through chance is even better though." Cheating at games that involved chance were fun, especially when there was money involved. Money and the risk of getting caught. Talking of games... "So you like games, but not drinking games or sex games? Still makes you sound boring to me, mate. Mind games can only get you so far."

He folded his arms over his chest, tilting his head back to look around, the Valeyard's next monologue not really holding his attention. Not that much did, if he was honest, but occasionally he liked to pretend it did. He wasn't doing it now though, wasn't pretending. "Don't need a lecture on fear, love." He drawled, his head cocking to the side as his blue eyes focussed on one particular light on the ceiling. Oooh...pretty... Oh, wait... "Anatomy differences?" Was that just dirty in his mind, or not? He grinned, looking directly at the other man again. "Like what? See, I wouldn't know. Never shagged a Time Lord.... Go on. Indulge me. What makes you so different from a human?"

He nodded his head. Yep, bitter ex. John had experience with dealing with being an ex. He had been bitter after Jack had left him, after all. Bitter and insane and uncontrollable, and more focussed on drinking himself to death and killing anyone else he could along the way than revenge or any of that rot, but still bitter. That counted, didn't it? "Oh, sounds like me! Well, except the body being new bit. And the avoiding getting killed bit, because there's no fun in a fight if the threat of death isn't there. But travel, hell yeah. Love to do that, me." He was a traveller. The universe was too large and too wonderful to stay in one place, and that wasn't even taking the time vortex into account.

"Got a bar on board? Thirsty now. And me, fun? Fight. Kill. Taunt people. Ooh, playing with people's hearts, that's a good one. More fighting. Gambling's fun, especially when you cheat, um...drinking. Conning people. General fun really, that apparantly you have no history with. Aren't you dull." He paused, then narrowed his eyes slightly. His age? John didn't know how old he was. Didn't much care either - his timeline wasn't as linear as most after all. He was born thousands of years from now, and his history wasn't the easiest to keep track of. So he just shrugged lightly, despite not liking the thoughts thinking about his age had brought on. Mainly the thoughts about his history. "Depends what species you're referring me to. Different species age faster and slower than others, you know."

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TAG; valeyard
WORDCOUNT; eight.nine.four
CREDITS; coding, mine,
LYRICS; KT Turnsdale 'Glamour Puss'
NOTES; loved the edit <3

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[the valeyard]

I'M ALIVE, NEVER WAS A GIRL WITH
A WICKED MIND BUT EVERYTHING LOOKS
BETTER, WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN

He shrugs slightly, returning his attention to the TARDIS and ignoring John for a moment. “Maybe, my last body was well past his time by human standards.” Maybe things would be different in a younger body, he remembered his time as the Eight Doctor, that younger body had been more hormonal active. The first thing that incarnation had done was kiss the closest human. It hadn’t been that bad since he’d gone and repeated the action twice after it. After his latest regeneration he had hardly gone out, the visit to Pompeii was one of the rare occasions. But he’d been wanting a companion, maybe going to a high level planet and getting one would be interesting, see if the experiment works. If it doesn’t he’ll just have another companion around until they left(or he closed the door on them). “I don’t kill all of them, just when necessary that would be a waste. Sometimes people just leave or I get bored and trick them out.”

“But you are right back to the Time Lords.” He returned back to his previous work, once John left the TARDIS he would drop him back where he picked him up. John Hart unlike some of his other guest had a good transportation method. “Oh no they where, Time Lords have similar human emotions, vanity, pride and even envy, But the personality is also altered so even if you weren’t that crazy about a body at first, once inside the skin you could say you began to like it.” His hand moved hitting one of the switched, the Cloister Bell began her loud ringing before he was finally able to fix it. “Is hard to explain, its became such a natural process for us that we don’t really think much about it. The new body comes with a personality of its own, manners and movements that are its own.”

That sounded poetic or cheesy from whichever perspective someone looked at it. But it was the easiest way to explain process that he didn’t think about much. “It isn’t rare for a new body to even dislike previous incarnations and when paradoxes occur it is also funny.” Oh there were dangers when it came to such meeting, For said meetings to even occur they needed to be under extreme circumstances and at times they were watched by the Time Lords. But even if at first it could be annoying, once he looked back at them they had been fun. His relationship against the Doctor was darker and deadlier version of the child rivalries
that he’d had back then. Probably why he personally loved them so much. “Well cheating is almost impossible in regeneration, chance at times is the only way.“ He stopped thinking about his next words before continuing, he didn’t want to say much just yet.”

“Time Lords only regenerate when they’re dying which means that you are in a moment when your mind isn’t at its best. You aren’t focused on the change or the appearance you want, most of the time you are thinking about the end, pain or whatever else. Which is why its easier for the body to simply change on its own.” He smiled, he’d been young once. As the Doctor regenerations had come and gone in a flick of an eye, passing a century was rare for him. But it was different now, back then he knew there would be new body waiting. But he could hardly trust the time Lords with keeping their words. His little work for them had taught him that. This could easily be the last incarnation. “I remember when I was young, but I’ve passed my first millennium and the danger of dying isn’t as adventurous as it used to be.”

Not that he would play close to the line form time to time, but the risks were minimal to the ones he’d faced as the Doctor. “Bar, probably more than one or at least she changes it. I‘m not a saint, I do those things if I really want to. I‘ve even married more than a few times and I use the term lightly, I do tend to run the day after. But as bars the Doctor and me have collected a great number of companions and they too drank and well did all those things that you love so much.” Most of them had been humans, past their drinking age and willing to have a drink after a days work here and then.

He finally moved away from the console and drew closer to one of the many doors. Since the TARDIS could change her inside they usually lead do different locations. But if he focused well enough she could also bring him to the one he wanted. As he opened the white door it lead directly into a large bar, there were various empty tables around and more than a dozen chairs. “Don’t show off.”

NOTE:
WORD COUNT: eight.four.eight
TAGS: john hart
LYRICS: make me wanna die - pretty reckless
OUTFIT: feeling like a boss
CREDIT: coding & graphics by me.