Smiling as she opened the door, Ianto stepped into the house. Just as pristine on the inside as outside. “Hello,” he greeted her. “I’m fine, thanks. Still cold from outside.” Ianto looked around- his flat would never come close to looking like this. “How was your time while I was gone?”
“Not exceptionally interesting, if I am to be quite frank. And yourself? You’re in one piece, so naturally I assume that your job went well, yes?” Vastra eyed him almost skeptically, obviously curious but too proud to voice it. She straightened her posture, swinging her arm to invite him further inside.
ooc: OKAY my friend needs me on another account. I swear I’ll finish replies to all of those who have been drafted!
“Actually, I do have a case.” Aurora folded her hands on the desk. “There’s been a recent alien activity lurking around.” She started to explain. “According to what my sonic screwdriver is telling me.” She said as she pulled out her sonic. Reading the sample that she picked up with it. “Whoever it is, they have a very strong scent. And they’re kinda light compared to other species I’ve met.”
Vastra nodded slowly, staring blankly at the far wall as the woman explained her case. Although her possession of a screwdriver not unlike the Doctor’s did seem odd, she made no comment. “Have they been upsetting the natural order? I understand alien activity can be bothersome to some, but if they aren’t causing any mischief who’s to say it’s an issue?”
The Doctor smiled a little fondly. As ill-conceived as Strax’s ideas of war were, his enthusiasm for the tactics and his insistency to keep a part of his old life going was something that had to be admired. He had his faults, but he had his strengths. Even for a potato.“Yes, well, it’s the Victorian era. What else can you do but let the men live in their false premise that they actually run the world? Well,” the Doctor considered that a moment, tipping his head to the side, “I suppose you could rewrite history for a new period of matriarchy. If you were so inclined.”
“Ah, yes, I suppose I could.” she mused, placing a finger on her chin, her eyes wandering in thought. “Though I do quite like watching them prance about with their little illusion of power. It makes them look quite… silly.” A slight smile toyed with her lips, her shoulders lifting in a shrug. Such petty things, humans - small, frail, and vulnerable. Sometimes she had trouble believing such small minded creatures could accomplish such great things. “I’ll leave playing around with history to you for the time being.”
ooc: Just so you all know, if I’m not on this account, I’m probably on my main account or playing Atlas (an original character of mine). I’m not asking you to follow either of these if you don’t want to, but you can always send me a message there if I’ve been absent and I’ll get back to you as quickly as possible!
Nessarose nodded slightly in understanding. Not that any of this made the slightest bit of sense, but the strange world in which she found herself seemed much less threatening all of a sudden. In her mad rush through the smoggy street, she hadn’t even noticed the other people surrounding her. “Human beings are everywhere, aren’t they? But I don’t feel as though I am speaking to one at this very moment,” Nessa noted, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth despite her unease.She held herself tighter, her arms folded perhaps to defend herself from the cold chill in the air. She hadn’t noticed it consciously though, instead listening intently to Vastra talk. Hope flickered in Nessarose’s eyes for the first time in many years.
“Madame, are you sure this man you speak of would be willing to help someone like me? Someone he has never laid eyes on before?”
“They are rather… abundant.” She dulled down the hiss over the word. Although her hatred over the damned apes had lessened long ago, it only did so enough for her to tolerate them. More often then not, she still caught herself making faces at their absurd tendencies and extremely simple minds. Glancing upwards as she broke away from her thoughts, a smirk dared to play with her expression, though it was hidden rather effectively. Mystery and secrecy were all good and well, but seeing interest pique simultaneously with curiosity in the mind of anyone, human or not, was just as amusing. Tapping a gloved finger against her lips, she added, “Now, now… All in good time.”
Nodding her head slowly, Vastra lowered her hands to clasp them behind her back. “Quite certain, yes. It’s in his nature to help people. It would be rather unlike him to deny someone help, even a stranger.” Of course, even Vastra herself had doubted him once, but he changed for the better - regressed back to his old self, in a way. Glancing over the woman’s body language, she tilted her head. “I think sitting by a fireplace would do you some good, hm? Perhaps a cup of tea?”
“Sometimes I wonder about him… So lonely, that man. Hopefully less so now. I hope he does not return to the days in which he is reluctant to remember just how many friends he has, and how dearly they love him.”“I hope not, I’d hate to think what he might do if it happened again.”
“Ah, well, he has you. I’d imagine that with his determination he just may be able to find Clara again. Call it optimism, but I have begun to believe the universe just may take bargains after all.”
ooc: Oh my, I’ve been gone for a while. Sorry to disappear like that, I was so caught up in other accounts, I completely forgot to handle replies on this account. I’ll get to the replies now (let me know if tumblr has hidden yours from me) and I’ll happily write up a starter for anyone who asks.
River chuckled softly as she sipped at the tea. “Oh he is, like a child himself.”
“Sometimes I wonder about him… So lonely, that man. Hopefully less so now. I hope he does not return to the days in which he is reluctant to remember just how many friends he has, and how dearly they love him.”
“Ah—! Then I am glad to have graced you with good news, m’dear.” She nodded, already hearing Jenny’s shoes tap along the wooden floor, nearing the room in which Vastra and River spoke. Setting down the tray on the table, she left quickly, only hovering long enough to accept a thank you. “And biscuits as well? She really does spoil me. Take what you’d like.” Vastra pulled her tea towards herself, drooping some sugar inside and stirring it with a spoon.
River chuckled softly and took a biscuit out of politeness before eating it and picking up the tea which had been placed in front of her. “You’re lucky to have her Vastra.”
“Very much so, yes. She reminds me of it daily without even the slightest effort.” She clasped her cup between gloved hands, watching the spoon swirl around as she stirred. Glancing up, she smiled, “You’re lucky to have the Doctor… In a lot of ways. However, I suspect in a lot of aspects he’s a handful.”
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Tosh was intrugged at the woman in front of her. She seemed so confident and Tosh envyed it, but not the woman herself. She heard her voice and allowed her to speak. She bit her lip and stepped forward. “I’m sorry to distup you if I did. Kinda my job to look out for sightings and we’re had a lot of reports back at Torchwood. With no one around I had to check it out” Tosh grew confident as she spoke. “I must say, they were all impressed with those sword skills” she smiled and put her hand forward as a sign she wasn’t there to harm at all.“I’m Toshiko Sato, It’s very nice to meet you”
A small smile toyed with Vastra’s lips, teasing at smirk. “Are they now?” She released her grasp from her blade, letting it fall back into her scabbard. She almost appeared to have a raised brow, showing how skeptical she was about the woman’s visit. “Torchwood, hm?” She’d only heard things through the grapevine about the business they worked on. It only made sense that she would cross paths with one of their staff sooner or later. “Sightings? Are you implying I have failed to maintain my secrecy, or that there have been reports of sightings of other foreign creatures I have yet to touch upon? There’s always room for improvement on my part.” The last part was tacked on. Her pride wanted to say otherwise, but adding that reassurance after nearly attacking the girl was the kind thing to do. “You as well, Ms. Sato. Am I to believe you are familiar with my name, or would it be appropriate for me to introduce myself?”
Still grinning, the Time Lady began to wander back down the road from whence she came, intending to lead Vastra back around the corner to where her TARDIS was parked. “It’s never a bother,” she told the Silurian woman. “I have so many books that have gone untouched for decades. It’s always nice to be able to shuffle them around and blow off the dust every once in a while. Heck, if I happen to overhear someone who’s curious about a certain subject, I’ll even give away the book if I no longer have use for it.” Once they reached the end of the road and turned around that corner, the mighty wardrobe sat, waiting for his owner as always. Giselle slipped the key from her coat pocket and swiftly unlocked the door, holding it open for the other. “After you,” she said politely.
“Well, that’s wonderful to hear. Leaving books around without use is such a waste, they have so much to learn from. It’s a shame.” Licking her lips out of habit, she trailed behind the Time Lady, careful not to let her dress drag along the rough ground. Vastra made note of their location along the way, just in case she needed to remember it when she returned home after their conversation. ‘Preparation was key in keeping an organized mind,’… Just another rule of hers she very seldom bothered to follow. “Thank you.” She curtseyed, walking through the door and examining the interior with careful eyes.
“Oh, Strax,” the Doctor said in a voice of mock-exasperation, and he rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair as he looked up toward the sky, in the general direction of where he supposed the moon would be, if the clouds hadn’t been so thick and grey. “So long as he doesn’t have the equipment to actually doanything to the moon, he can plan an attack all he wants. The strange concoctions of a Sontaran’s mind when he has no war to fight in, I swear…”He smiled, then, and looked back towards Vastra. “I’m glad you and Jenny are well. Is Doyle still turning your stories into his Sherlock Holmes fictions?”
“Ah, yes, we try to keep him away from anything that could encourage him, large kitchen knives included.” As inconvenient as it was, it seemed even a sharp blade half the length of her arm was enough to convince him that starting a war against something as innocent as a passing bird was a good idea. Precautions had to be taken.
“I’m afraid so. From what I’ve heard, he still fails to capture the true nature of our lives into words, but I haven’t a complaint. It’s probably the best for everyone if fantastical creatures like living snowmen do not earn themselves a role in his stories.”
Upon reaching her house, Vastra cleaned off the snow from her boots and hung up her sword. Jenny was not home — out running errands, if she had to guess — so she put the kettle on herself, setting up a table while she awaited Ianto’s visit. She kept her face covered even now. The reveal was one she wished to enjoy.
45 minutes later, Ianto walked back up the sidewalk. Tosh and Gwen had already been by to pick up the tentacle-like alien, now tripping on anesthetics. He straightened his tie, and turned up the drive way.
The house was beautiful. It had a Victorian look to it. Grass with a layer of snow made it look all the more elegant. The lady must have money. Houses like this were never cheap. Ianto stepped up the porch, and knocked firmly on the door.
For a moment, she made no move to answer the door, reminding herself of how dependent she had become on her wife to do things for her. Rising from her seat, she strutted to the door, checked to make sure it was Ianto, and opened it. She would offer a smile if it were more likely to be visible. “Hello again.” She gestured inside with her hand, “I’ve set up a table in the living room. Down the hall, third door on the left. Would you like me to hang up your coat?”
