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[waitsforever]

I still remember it. Most of it. It didn’t go away after everything came back. And, yes, I know I’m being cryptic, but that’s on purpose because I actually really don’t want to talk about this but I don’t think I can stop talking until I do. Properly. Which is typical.

I died. I mean, once. Properly. I was actually really dead. Not just…dead in a dream, or nearly dead, or clinically dead for 10 seconds. I was shot, and then I died, and then I sort of never existed.

Doctor? Can you stop me, please, or cut the signal or…

There were these cracks. Cracks in space and time and Doctor, you really shouldn’t be listening to this. Amy had one in her room when she was a kid, and there was one right beside where I was shot, and I was sucked into it, or something. I don’t know. I wasn’t exactly alive for that part. Only then I woke up in Ancient Britain as an Ancient Roman and it was…really confusing. Because I remembered being Roman. I have my whole childhood there in my head, even though it didn’t happen, but it’s there, all my memories of…Roman…life, and Roman…stuff. [In Latin.] I can still... I can speak like this if I concentrate. [In English again.] My name was Gaius Valerius Constantius…Nasica and I was a Centurion, a really young one, actually, but I was really good and had an important family—which is ridiculous, really, because I was rubbish in gym class, but I had to be good, because I had to be a centurion. Because Amy remembered me being a centurion. It was just fancy dress for a party, and Amy fancied Romans, so I went as one.

It wasn’t even real, though. I wasn’t real. I was me, and then I was also Roman in my head, but I was actually a plastic robot thing. An Auton. And I… There was… I….

Amy didn’t remember me. We were engaged, before I was erased from time, and then she didn’t remember me at all. The Doctor did, but Amy…I dunno, I was just another soldier to her at the start. But I had to push it, I mean, the Doctor encouraged me but it was my fault, I wanted her to remember me. [He sighs. He’s starting to sound really unhappy.] So I sort of…came and talked to her, and she was happy and didn’t know why, and it was almost alright, and then they switched off the Roman, sort of, or switched on the Auton and they controlled me. The Nestene Consciousness. And then I shot Amy.

I don’t want to talk anymore. It’s not…I’ve said enough. I’m sorry.

I have it in my head, though. There was a way to save Amy, keeping her in…this box, and we had to wait until she could touch it in the future, when she was seven. So I stayed to make sure nothing happened to her. I wasn’t human, really, and I had to. It was my fault she was there at all. I’m 21 physically but….behind a sort of door in my head, there’s 1900 years of memory, and experience and I usually keep it shut but the City isn’t letting me, today. I just…I don’t…

I’m sorry.



[ooc: Rory is cursed with My Dirty Little Secret today, cursed to talk about ALL 1915 YEARS as the Lone Centurion. Ask him anything. NO REALLY. He will have to answer. And I will, of course, try my VERY HARDEST but I am not even close to being a History major. So mistakes are my fault, not Rory's. Pretend he didn't make them. Or correct me. He posted this at a reasonable time in the morning, too. Forward-dated. I'm just worried I'll sleep in too late.]

Comments

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

I didn't, um. It was part of a plot. They used Amy's memories to create a Roman army out of plastic, and because I was sort of...in her memories, I ended up as one of them.

[greedful-cheat.livejournal.com]

Her memories? What a strong connection. I can respect such strong devotion.

Re: action.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[Okay, well. Rory is actually a little bit scared of Amy right now, so the silence is good. He can keep not mentioning things as long as she doesn't ask. And as long as he keeps spreading it all across the rest of the Network, sob.]

action.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ And because magically, time has passed, they're at the beach now. And it's a little more quiet than Amy would have liked, but there's some shops. ] Let's get ice cream.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Um......cheers?

[greedful-cheat.livejournal.com]

[a brief laugh at Rory's misunderstanding... but then again Kazari didn't mean for anyone to understand]

Of course. Let's go with cheers.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

A-am I missing something, here?

[designedtoparty]

You could have said it all in that other language. You're still saying it, but how many people are going to understand that?

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Latin. And I couldn't. I'm cursed. It just about let me say that I could speak Latin in Latin.

[greedful-cheat.livejournal.com]

Oh no. Unless you were like me. Or like one of my... brothers or sister. Don't worry. It's practically harmless. I was simply complimenting you on the strength of your desire... your devotion. Or what I perceived it to be at least.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Oh. Alright. Thanks again. [...different universeeeees.

Also, curses suck.] And, yeah...that is pretty much spot on.

[greedful-cheat.livejournal.com]

It is, is it? That's very interesting to know.

[Rory is now on Kazari's list of people to potentially use for his nefarious schemes involving desire. Whatever that means in a place like this.]

...May that desire and devotion never falter. I wouldn't like to see something like that go to waste.

action.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Alright. [And he will just...quietly and automatically pay for Amy's ice cream when they're in the shop.]

[designedtoparty]

Well, what's the point in that?

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Makes it even longer.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

It was fairly self-explanatory.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[He hates curses so much. He is getting the worst vibe off this guy.] Yeah...pretty sure it's not the sort of thing that does.

[greedful-cheat.livejournal.com]

[Rory should be. While not evil, Kazari is... not someone you should trust. Ever.]

You'd be surprised. Human desire can strong. It can be fickle. It can be ever-changing.

[Voice;]

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Yeah...there was a lot of time to think.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

I had 1900 years, mate. Pretty sure it's not changing.

[greedful-cheat.livejournal.com]

Who said I was talking about your desire? I'm talking about desire in general. Your desire is of the highest quality. There's a reason it didn't change.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Didn't know there was a ranking system. [And don't think he missed the part about "human" desire.]

Re: action.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ And Amy links their arms and licks her ice cream and pulls him along the beach promenade. Just wandering about. It's a nice day. This is nice. Isn't it? ]

action.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[The juxtaposition of being sad and nervous, while and at the same time eating ice cream and walking on a beach with Amy is making him feel just a little bit hysterical. He actually makes a small, stifled giggling sound.]

[greedful-cheat.livejournal.com]

It's very subjective... unless you're aware of it. Unless you're aware of human greed. Being Greeed itself.

[ooc; I guess we've been implying audio this entire time, so yeah. No change in his voice. Just... yeah, have a really odd/bad feeling. Also, the extra "e" is intentional]