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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

[greedful-cheat.livejournal.com]

Oh? You look human, so how did you live that long?

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[He resists responding for all of five seconds.]

I am human. I'm human now. I wasn't then. I was an Auton. Living plastic.

[greedful-cheat.livejournal.com]

Living plastic? How did you manage that?

[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.

[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?

[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.

[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.

[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.]

[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]

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

[Pause.] Are you another anthropomorphic personification? I met Hope last weekend...

[greedful-cheat.livejournal.com]

Anthropomorphic personification? Dear no. That would imply there are other types of personifications out there. I'm one of a kind... or rather five of a kind.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

Not...seven?

[greedful-cheat.livejournal.com]

There could be more of my kind. There could be less if something goes wrong. I only know of 5 including myself.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

So...you're a kind, then. Is it an...alien-to-Earth sort of kind, or an Earth-based non-human sort of kind? [.......TARDIS traveller.]

[greedful-cheat.livejournal.com]

We're of Earth. I'm not exactly sure on the finer points of my origin, but it involves a certain European king obsessed with immortality some 800 years ago.

[waitsforever.livejournal.com]

And he created you instead?

[greedful-cheat.livejournal.com]

No. We were tools to be used to obtain his immortality.