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What a delightful little trinket! It's so small and compact, a pocket device. And it flips opened, there is nothing more thrilling than flipping things opened! Of course it doesn't have nearly as many buttons and levers and pullies and screens and lights as I do.

Did. Do. Did...

Did. Yes, did as in this flesh body I don't have buttons or levers or pullies or screens and lights. That's almost tragic, I always was fond of blinky lights — they drove my thief mad when I set them off at the "wrong times." I do disagree that there is a wrong time, though. Blinky lights are the best lights, much better than plain old boring solid lights.

Oh! Suddenly I'm finding myself realizing this flesh body is that one of the woman's from... But now that's interesting, isn't it? How did that happen? I thought I was back in... Stranger things have happened, I suppose. Do you know how incredibly uncomfortable it is to have a TARDIS land within another TARDIS?

Very squishy.

But!
Perhaps it's time to get back onto track, so to speak.

Hello new world of many that I have been placed onto... I'm Sexy. And I'm looking for my thief.
Have you seen him?

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R-ripped...? [That sounds terrible] What is a 'matrix core'?

Well. Pulled, forced, taken, torn, removed — whichever you'd like to call it, yes. [ oh, what's that word the humans use for matrix cores? oh that's right ] I believe humans call a matrix core a "soul."

It did not hurt, did it?

It was... Odd. But hurt? Perhaps a little, it is nothing compared to blowing up though.

B-b-blowing up?! Sacré bleu!

Oh that was a different time entirely, I promise. [ sob, she sounds so calm whilst talking about blowing up ]

Edited 2011-10-16 21:35 (UTC)

I... See.

Sexy, indeed a most beautiful mademoiselle, may I ask where or by whom was your soul placed into that of a humans?

Beautiful, really? I was called that once before, but that was before my flesh form. Interesting.

Oh! Yes. It was outside of the universe, in a universe within a little bubble of existence of itself. House placed me there.

I am certain you were, though I have yet to have laid eyes upon your true form.

A universe? I'm afraid I don't understand. Where is the universe, who is House? Are they the one I should seek?

Oh, well don't let outside appearances fool you should you ever gander upon it. It's the inside that really counts.

You're in the universe already. The universe is everything. Seek? Oh, you don't want to seek House. House is not a very good entity.

Behind all those wonderful buttons and levers, pullies and lights?

But, House is the one who had changed you, is he not?

That's right. Deep below is the wiring and that's where the real beauty begins.

House removed me from my core without my permission. House is... Not a good entity. House is bad. Very bad.

I think the Doctor would tell his strays to run from House, it would be a good idea.

His strays? What do you mean his strays? You know the Docteur?

He calls them "companions" but they're strays. Taking up rooms in my corridors, messing them all up, leaving crumbs. Of course I know the Doctor, he is my thief!

Do you know the Doctor? The Doctor?

Your thief. ... Mon Dieu, you were stolen?

Oui, chéri. However, I did not know he was a thief.

Yes, well. He calls it borrowed, but that implies he had the intention to bring me back and we both know he didn't. But that is rather fine with me because I have no intention of returning him, either.

You have confused me yet again, mademoiselle. You have stolen him?

I wanted to travel and he was the only Time Lord mad enough to venture into a museum and steal an old type 40 model to explore the world with. So I stole him and he stole me — I think it's a good thing, really.

And... what was it you said you were again?

A ship! A time ship, to be perfectly honest.

A time ship. [Whaaaaaaaaaaat?]

Well, a space ship that has the ability to travel through time, I should say.

I do not wish to sound close minded, I should be the last to say what is and is not possible, but...

Oh, it's possible, I assure you, French man.

It's just not fair that I was taken from my home without so much as asking permission first.

But possible, oh yes. With an entity that powerful most things are possible.

It is Lumiere.

Ah, yes. It is more often than not that such things occur without our consent. However, that does not mean good cannot come from them.

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