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Post by The Valeyard on Mar 14, 2010 8:00:50 GMT -7
Meta alternated between loving being around people and needing to talk to them and spend time with them, being noticed, and then the complete opposite, where he felt misanthropic and found everybody annoying and wanting to start fights with people that irritated him. But his personality was often like that, in ups and down, mood swings...
He found that he often got attention, because he was eccentric in his own way and also needed attention, more to the point. He loved to be in the limelight, for the most part.
"Oi!" he frowned, catching John's tone and feeling suddenly protective over his TARDIS "Don't knock it. And anyway, that's only a disguise."
Finally letting go of John's hand, he dug into his pocket to try and find his TARDIS key. He unearthed his sonic screwdriver (a slightly different design to the Doctor's, and much better in his opinion), a packet of sweets (liquorice allsorts), a bus ticket that he wasn't entirely sure was even his, since he didn't remember getting the bus, and finally his TARDIS key, on a long chain. He unlocked the door and pushed it open.
Inside, his TARDIS hummed softly in welcome as he stepped through the door, and he smiled. This was one place where he truly felt as though he was out home. Coral wound its way around the peripheries of the huge room, and the slightly hexagonal console in the centre was lit with a purple glow. In fact, if one was to compare, the interior was very like that of the Doctor's TARDIS, only the colour scheme was purple and silver rather than green and gold, making it look more futuristic than the au naturale feel that the Doctor seemed to like.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 14, 2010 8:10:15 GMT -7
"It's a disguise which would work at the beach then," John says, sounding a little amused, rubbing his fingers absently with his other hand.
It was quite nice to see the other man becoming slightly protective. Like a child when someone takes his favourite toy - it half made you want to laugh, and half made you want to put an arm around him and say sorry. An interesting thing to see on a grown man. But he understood when he took a slightly wary step inside. It was...well, much more like a spaceship. Bigger on the inside, much bigger in fact. And, also...
"Beautiful..." he murmers, running his hand along one of the coral wound railings, liking the feeling of it beneath his fingers. It felt...alive, as well. Pulsing almost. John's senses for spotting aliens by their aura's was working now, and he could almost see the TARDIS one pulse. He liked it. It was...well, nice. Nicer than most metal ships he'd been in, he'd admit that. He was actually impressed.
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Post by The Valeyard on Mar 14, 2010 8:19:13 GMT -7
"It works everywhere. Most humans are too thick to notice it anyway; they just walk straight past."
Well, it did have a slight perception filter on it which could explain that. But he was sure that if people actually looked where they were going instead of just wandering around aimlessly with their dull lives, they would see a lot more, that was already out there and they just chose to ignore.
He beamed at the praise to his ship, and felt the TARDIS hum slightly with approval. Course, she loved to be paid attention to, just like him. And there was a strong affinity between a TARDIS and its owner. A symbiotic link that was stronger than just attachment. He was closer to his TARDIS than anything in the world. Maybe even closer than he was to Rose, now. Although his TARDIS couldn't speak or act in the way that a person could, so he supposed it wasn't really the same thing.
"I think she likes you."
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 14, 2010 8:25:47 GMT -7
"Well, yeah, humans are not the most intelligent people," John said.
He could say that. He wasn't exactly human, after all. He strokes the railing slightly, smiling to himself. It was nice for a ship, for her as Meta had said, to like him. The part of his mind which was always plotting was silently coming up with a way to use that, but at that moment, he wasn't paying attention to it. He runs his hand along the railing as he walks towards the center consel, examining the glowing lights. No, switches. and buttons. Very tech. No wonder Meta spoke about it in such a nice way. He would, if he had a ship like this. Although he was perfectly happy with his wrist strap. And his guns. And the sword. They suited him. Although, having somewhere to sleep at nights might be a night thing.
He glances up at the other man, before grinning his cheeky gin, and winking at him.
"What can I say? I'm a likeable person, darlin'. Don't you think so?"
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Post by The Valeyard on Mar 14, 2010 11:00:49 GMT -7
"You can say that again."
He was only half-human... or thereabouts, the percentages weren't dead on, so he was allowed to say that. And he was feeling a particular fury towards the human race at large, of late. Bloody Torchwood. Bloody buskers in the town centre. Bloody shop girls. Bloody Rose Tyler...
Watching John with his ship, he smiled, proud and pleased, as though flaunting a particularly shiny new car. Or more than that. Showing off a pedigree dog, perhaps. Or a talented child.
"Oh, I think so." he said, before he had time to think properly, and then added "Though some obviously don't."
He gestured to the gun holsters. And John had a sword, too. Space pirate indeed. Jack was a Time Agent too, and despite his Webley and Sonic Blaster, he had never been so... ninja assassin. Not that it was a bad thing, so long as the Meta didn't find himself the one under attack. He really needed some weapons. Why did the Doctor always insist on being unarmed? Like a sonic screwdriver was ever going to be enough.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 15, 2010 9:38:41 GMT -7
John glances over and at, before winking once more, his steps slowly bringing him towards the over man as he circles the TARDIS' main consel.
"Oh, well, I'm glad you think so."
He laughs slightly, peering down through the intricate coral with a smile on his face. But talking to Meta, of course. Even though he could tell this ship was alive, he wasn't quite sure about talking to it. Not yet. But if it was like on of thosemind sensing/reading ships, he guessed he wouldn't actually have to. Plus, it was more fun talking to Meta.
He caught the guesture to his weapons, and once more grins, strightening up to face Meta, stopping a few paces from him. He holds out his arms, grinning cheekily.
"Some obviously have the wrong impression then. And how do you know these aren't just for show?"
After all, it didn't look like this guy had anything to show off about which could actually kill someone. Sure, the ship was cool, but John knew how to kill someone with his bare hands. He just preferred to shoot them. Less messy. Unless he used the sword, of course. But that would always be messy, wouldn't it? But no, this guy was't dangerous. John doubted he could get angrier than a child's tantrum. And most likely cause about as much damage.
"I don't look that dangerous, do I?"
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Post by The Valeyard on Mar 15, 2010 14:09:03 GMT -7
Meta leant against the coral, looping one arm through it casually and leaning forwards, letting it support him. He was completely relaxed; this was his natural environment, where he belonged. He'd never been to Gallifrey, not past the Doctor's memories, so this was the closest thing he would ever have to a home. He watched John approach him with a small grin.
"It did cross my mind. Pirate outfit and all." he said.
Though he was pretty sure they weren't just for show. He sort of hoped they weren't, as well. It made it more exciting. More interesting. He probably wouldn't have been so interested if John was just some bloke. Okay, fit bloke. But the weapons helped. It made the mystery greater. He quite liked a mystery.
"Not really."
Not while his guns were in their holsters and the sword sheathed. Meta wasn't worried anyway, and he took a step forward towards John to prove it.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 15, 2010 14:52:12 GMT -7
"Sexy pirate outfit, I think you should say," John says with a smirk, "Don't you agree?"
He twirls slightly on the spot, emphasising the light movement of his jacket, before coming to a stop just in front of him, one hand casually resting once more on his belt. He tilts his head to the side, the smirk still dancing around his lips as he looks at the other man, noticing how he just seems to be blending into the coral.
"But you don't look so bad yourself, obviously...Not afraid."
And he didn't. He looked...Like he belonged. A sharp pang suprised John by running through him then. He once had a place like that. A guy. But not anymore. That person had left him, after everything...Those thoughts were annoying him again. But this time, even as he reached up to cup the other man's cheek absently in his hand, they wouldn't go away. And that was even more annoying. He almost, very almost scowled, but didn't. So in the end he gave a mental shrug, forcing all other thoughts out of his head. It was easy, to be honest. He only had to do one thing. And he did. Actually gently, which was another thing to suprise him.
He leant forward and kissed Meta on the lips, not bothering to care about anything else.
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Post by The Valeyard on Mar 16, 2010 10:27:15 GMT -7
"Sexy pirate." he amended, with a slight smirk and roll of his eyes "Bloody hell, someone has vanity issues."
Though John was very good looking. And yes, sexy, Meta supposed. The word fit. He watched John move, gracefully, though by no means feminine. No, he was masculine and tough and all, with his weapons and smirk and... cheekbones. And Meta liked it. He wasn't sure why.
It wasn't like Meta had a 'type', and John was nothing like Rose. Gender being a definite difference. He had never really done, well, anything with a man. But he was pretty sure that he wanted to. Maybe it was because he was, after all, part Donna. And she certainly had an eye for men.
"Hmm. Flatterer." he drawled with a note of sarcasm, and then raised both eyebrows at John "Afraid? Should I be?"
Afraid of what, exactly? That he was going to get shot, or stabbed, or whatever it was that John did? Nah. The Meta was never scared apart from when he thought he was losing Rose...
He leant his head sideways slightly to rest his cheek against John's palm, meeting his eyes steadily. Maybe the reason why he couldn't be afraid was because he was home, in his TARDIS, his safe place. He hadn't had any qualms about inviting John and potential danger into his home, but he felt comfortable here. In control. He gazed at John, feeling a sense of anticipation, wishing that he would do something. If he dared to refuse now, the Meta might have to hit him. And he really meant that.
His hand snaked up to rest at the base of John's neck as he kissed him, holding on to keep him there and tilting his head to align with John's, moving his lips slowly to kiss him back.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 16, 2010 10:42:24 GMT -7
“Vanity issues? Me? Says who?”
John murmurs quietly, his lips drawing back from Meta’s just to speak. He would move his head back, to look the taller man in the eyes, but the hand at the base of his neck was stopping that. Not that John particularly minded, however. Meta had just shown himself to be a good kisser, if a little...
Well, John wouldn’t exactly know how to describe. Inexperienced might be the kindest word. Yet again, something like a child. Once more John wondered just who on earth, or off of earth, this guy was. What race. But as the distance between their lips closed again, John could only say he didn’t really care. It was someone, who could kiss well, and who wasn’t Jack.
Or, in fact, human at all. Non-humans were always more exciting, John found.
One of his hands was sliding around the taller mans’ waist, holding him just as he himself was being held. He presses down with slightly more pressure on Meta’s lips, but keeping his own half closed. Teasing the other man. He enjoys teasing people. After all, what could happen?
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Post by The Valeyard on Mar 16, 2010 10:53:48 GMT -7
"Says me."
Although, vanity was just having a high opinion of oneself. The Meta had a high opinion of himself, though he rarely acknowledged it. He was confident and occasionally a little rude with it. Because he thought he was better than these humans, and the Time Lords. And that he could do whatever he wanted. Childish, simple arrogance.
It was a bit different to kissing Rose. And true, he didn't have much experience. He was still learning. But that was the way to improve, and it felt nice. And he had the enthusiasm and zeal to learn even if he didn't have all the experience of the other man.
He allowed John to pull him closer, running the tip of his tongue lightly between John's lips to try and get them to move against his. He didn't much like to be teased. He liked to be the one who was doing the teasing.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 16, 2010 10:59:21 GMT -7
"Guessing that applies to you as well then hun,"
John actually thought Meta was more childish than vane, but there you go. One of the guys who thought he was better, and who acted like a 5 year old when they didn't get their own way. John actually wondered what would happen if Meta didn't get anything he wanted, as he felt hs tongue running lightly along his lips. Would he stomp his feet and yell? Perhaps. John considered that - it would certainly be interesting to watch.
But it was cruel to tease him, despite how fun it was. He pouted his lips slightly, opening them a little more. For some reason though, he felt himself getting a little too lost in the kiss than he thought was really wise. But he'd started this to stop himself caring, after all.
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Post by The Valeyard on Mar 16, 2010 11:11:49 GMT -7
The Meta liked kissing. Liked it with Rose, and liked it with John, though he wanted more, and John seemed to be holding back. He didn't see why, but he was sure that he could get the man to give him more. After all, John wanted this as well. Didn't he?
Sliding his tongue into John's mouth, he half closed his eyes, pressing his torso against the other man's. He understood how to kiss, and remembered it. He had Donna's memories, and the Doctor's. Very vivid, on occasion. But it was a little different in practice. Though as he'd been born, running and talking and being able to build gadgets from bits and bobs, he did have a certain instinctual flair. Muscle memory, almost.
He knew how to do things, but hadn't experienced the feeling of them. Yet.
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Post by Captain John Hart on Mar 16, 2010 11:17:59 GMT -7
Suddenly John felt sort of underfooted. Like the other guy wanted to be in charge of what was going on, just because they were on his ship or something. Mentally, he laughed, delighted with the way the current actions were forcing the other thoughts from his mind. He actually had to think with this one. Usually, when he went home with people, he was in charge, no question. This appeared to be different.
John had rather mixed feelings about it, in honestly.
But he isn’t going to give up that easily. He is Captain John Hart, after all. Not going to back down to a child. The thought makes him chuckle out loud slightly, before he pushes back against the other man. Still keeping their torsos together, but no longer wanting to feel like he’s the one being pushed around.
He was kissing harder now, his own tongue invading the Meta’s own mouth. He wanted dominance.
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Post by The Valeyard on Mar 16, 2010 11:36:14 GMT -7
This was better. John was letting go, more. Fighting him, almost, as though he was vying for control of the situation. The Meta was uncertain as to whether he wanted to relinquish that feeling of being charge, not when he'd only just achieved it. But he liked the idea of letting John fight for it. This was how it should be. A bit of a struggle. Otherwise, where was the fun? No, he didn't want to submit, but he didn't want John to give in to him either. Yet. He wanted to earn it.
Wrapping both of his arms around John's neck and pressing his body to him, he allowed John to invade his mouth, but slid his own tongue up against the other man's firmly, licking lightly over his teeth, hands gripping onto John's shoulders.
"Mm."
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