✦⁺₊✩☽⋆ 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖. ⋆☾✩⁺₊✦

☾✩ An independent portrayal of Rick O’Connell from The Mummy franchise

☾✩ #BlueSkyRP

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stronger before my brain begins to evaporate."

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own ears.

He turned to the Doctor, his eyes wide with a manic mix of terror and awe. "This is a trick," he accused, pointing a shaky finger. "Mirrors, or... or hypnotism! That's it!" He gestured wildly at the cavernous space. "Right. Forget the brandy. Point me to something much, much
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The small police box opened into a vast, humming chamber that defied all logic. He stumbled back out onto the street, stared at the box, then cautiously poked his head back inside. The impossible room was still there.

"It's... bigger on the inside," he whispered, the words sounding absurd to his
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- accept the drink if it didn't do anything funny to his insides.

No - scrap that. A drink is a drink. He NEEDED one, despite the risk.

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about to rip out of his chest.

"Wait a moment. Did you say... 'several'?" The words were spoken with a newfound reverence. "And 'very good years'? We are talking about grape-based vintages, aren't we? Not... not fermented alien lichen from 30 B.C. or some such?" Not that he cared TOO much. He'd -

Jonathan flinched violently as the blue box slammed back into existence with a groan, staggering back a few steps. He made a sound that was a rather pathetic mix of a gasp and a yelp.

"Good Lord, man! A little warning next time!" he stammered, pressing a hand to his chest as if his heart was -

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"I think I need that brandy now more than ever. You wouldn't happen to have a cellar in that box of yours, would you?"

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hand through his already dishevelled hair. "Right. So, to summarise: you appear in a disappearing box, you know of places that don't exist, and you're a... time-traveller or explorer of sorts? This is all making a DREADFUL amount of sense," he said, his voice spiked with sarcasm.
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heavens. Is that... is that like being a duke? Does it come with a castle? Or do you just have a rather fantastic collection of pocket watches?"

The mention of 'last of them' seemed to momentarily sober him. "The last one? Oh. Well. My commiserations, I suppose."

He shook his head, running a
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You... hold on. Hold on just a tick," he said, holding up a finger. "The Glimmering Nebula? You've been there? My dear Doctor, that's quite impossible, because I invented it not ten seconds ago! Made it up entirely!"

He blinked, processing the next part. "'Time Lord'? A lord of time? Good
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"Smith... a good, solid name. Not... not secretly short for Smithonius of the Glimmering Nebula, is it? No green skin under there? No extra appendages tucked away?" He gestured vaguely at the Doctor's coat. "Because if there are, I'd rather know now, if it's all the same to you."

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proceeds to vanish! Poof! Into thin air! 'Okay' is not a word I would use to describe my current state. 'Baffled', 'terrified', and 'in dire need of a stiff brandy', perhaps!"

He eyed the man, "Smith," up and down. He did look terribly human. Was that a British accent?

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He snatched his hand back almost immediately, tucking it against his chest as if for protection.

"Okay? Okay?" he squeaked, his voice pitching higher than he'd like. "My dear fellow, I was just enjoying a perfectly normal, quiet evening, and then you appear from a... a police box that
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Our greatest challenge isn't speaking up against our enemies, but defying those whose approval we seek the most.

Former Sultana of Agrabah.
The world isn't ready to change.

🌺 Descriptive, AU
🧞‍♂️ #AladdinRP
🐅 Crossovers welcome
🪷 More info in thread
💖 Single ship
🌟 21+, NO lewd!

✨️ Please ↻ and ♡ ? ✨️

The ocean is in my soul, and my soul is in the ocean ...

Wayfinder, Tautai and demigodess of the wind and sea, who knows what else the ocean will bring?

🌺 Descriptive RP
🌊 #MoanaRP
🐚 Crossovers welcome
🌬️ More info in thread
💖 Single ship
🌟 21+, NO lewd!

✨️ Please ↻ and ♡ ? ✨️

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fascination screamed a certain gullibility. He had her fooled.

"You know, if you’d like, I could show you the scar."
Eventually, she would excuse herself to use the bathroom, leaving Jonathan there on his own, clasping his hands. Thinking to himself, 'god, I am great!'

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That brought my personal tally to sixty-six mummified fiends, all dispatched by yours truly. Single-handedly, mind you. My sister Evelyn says I exaggerate, but she’s never had to face a mummy with nothing but a rusty sabre and a hangover."

The look of astonishment on her face and mumbling of —

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his means.

This woman was all ears.
"He was Seven feet tall, eyes like burning coals, and a halberd the size of a camel. I lopped off his head, clean as you like! You should have seen it. One swipe and off it went, rolling down the temple steps like a particularly disgruntled pumpkin.
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His flirtatious endeavours were a myriad of successful courting and....well...women whom he could not fool for a second. Even if his stories had some half-truths. Almost always, he would take it one step too far.

Some however, cared more about his (inflated) fortune. He certainly lived beyond —

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"Doc-doctor...doctor.. Smith. Smith?" He stuttered between frightened breaths. But Smith was a VERY human name. So too did he LOOK human.

Jonathan extended his own hand, trembling slightly, but it didn't quite reach Doctor Smith's.

Jonathan practically froze once the man made contact with him. This lad showed up in a blue telephone box, made it disappear, and possessed some strange otherworldly device. For all he knew, this male figure was a green man of sorts.

Either way, Jonathan considered it foolish to fight back.
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