taxonomites | 005: [ visual ] chivalry isn't dead

Usually, Arthur is good with public speaking. He's made countless rousing speeches, and being a prince has meant a great deal of being thrust into centre stage. It's a bit different when you're talking into a funny little machine though, and you can't actually see the masses of people you're addressing. Still, when he speaks, it's with an even (and slightly regal) confidence.

"My name is Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot. There are a few of you with whom I've spoken, and many more I have not."

"I'm making this announcement because I seek the assistance of those who would protect this city from the dangers that all too frequently seem to assail it."

"My kingdom, at home, is protected by a force of knights. We work together to ensure the safety of our people, and to defend against attacks - be it from fell creatures or simple troublemakers."

"It is my goal to establish a force like that here in Taxon. Being a knight requires courage, fortitude and discipline. You need only respond if you possess these qualities. Some experience in combat would be desirable, but if you have none and still wish to serve, I would be prepared to teach you."

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"I was referring to you." Arthur answers coldly, not having any particular scruples about being rude, ever.

"Your last attempt to 'free' us did nothing but cause harm and injury. Until someone has an idea that might actually work, the innocent people held captive here deserve some form of protection."

"No, no, no," the Doctor says, smirking at Arthur's coldness. "If you were referring to me, you'd have called me the 'handsome genius'. Though, why you'd want to protect the city from handsome geniuses, I'll never know."

He leans back, regarding the boy with amusement. "No ideas on your end, then? Well, I suppose I'll get back to what I was working on."

"With all due respect, you're not my type. And that hair is ridiculous." They haven't invented hair gel in his day and age yet, of course. Arthur's expression is akin to someone chewing glass -- also, he's not a boy, good grief. He's a large burly man.

"Oh, what are you working on, then? Another fantastic scheme to get us all spectacularly killed?"

"My hair happens to be fantastic," the Doctor replies with a sniff. "And that's all right. I'm enough my own type." The Doctor is 906, has wrinkles, and has to shave twice a day. Arthur is a boy.

"I'd attempt to explain it to you, but I don't imagine you'd understand," he replies.

"You look like a startled owl." Well, this is mature, isn't it? Maybe he is a boy, after all.

"No go on, try me. I could use a good laugh."

"Do I?" the Doctor asks, turning to look in a nearby mirror. "That's an interesting sort of compliment. Owls being symbols of intelligence and all that. I'll take it."

The Doctor clears his throat and begins. "I'm reverse engineering a subatromic isolating core refractor system from my screwdriver and reallocating the metallic sheets to act as a costrofibrilliation unit."

"Owls being things that eat fieldmice and lay eggs." Arthur corrects, without much attention to logic. The Doctor's explanation (predictably) makes no sense to him whatsoever.

"I've never heard such a load of rot in all my life." There we are, then.

"Are you asking me if I lay eggs?" the Doctor asks, thoroughly amused. "Because no. Well, not as far as I know, anyway. Could happen in the future."

He grins broadly at Arthur. "I told you you wouldn't understand."

"I wouldn't be surprised," he answers, dry as a desert and looking as if the Doctor has left a bad taste in his mouth.

"So much the better for me." It's not his job to understand the ravings of nutters, you see.

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