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Guardimun: Awww thank you so much! Everyone is beautiful!
❀ about me. ❀
name: Casey aka Guardimun
age: 19 (turning 20 on the 29th!!)
birthday: April 29
single or taken: Single
eye color: Brown
middle name: Lee
favorite color: Purple
lucky number: 31
hogwarts house: Gryffindor
favorite fictional character: The Doctor, River Song, Agent Coulson, Thor, Captain America, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) and many many more
favorite television show: Doctor Who, Sherlock, Agents of SHIELD, The Musketeers
favorite season: Summer
describe yourself in a few words: Passionate actress and nerd extraordinaire
meaning of your name: Crown
what do you plan to/do for a living: Be an actress
starbucks order: French vanilla coffee, ice or hot
THIS OR THAT:
introvert or extrovert: Introvert, extrovert on good days
dawn or dusk: dawn
righty or lefty: Righty
coffee or tea: Don’t make me choose!!
rain or shine: Both. Both is good.
reading or writing: Both
The Children Are Gone (Closed)
Jack followed along, still lost in thoughts and memories of his team and the responsibility he felt for their deaths. Megan’s hand in his was his only comfort, acting as an anchor that tethered him here instead of letting him run off again, keeping him moving even when he thought about turning back. It took a while for him to register where they were, and that he was supposed to be ready to order some Chinese food. He couldn’t help but smile at Megan constantly peeping worriedly over her menu. “I’m alright. Well, maybe not, but I will be. What about you?”
"I’m okay," she said with a gentle smile. "Better than I think you are at any rate… After we eat I think you should get some rest. When was the last time you had a full night’s sleep?" When the waiter came back, Megan ordered dumplings and white rice, with a glass of water to drink. She handed the waiter her menu, and waited for Jack to place his order.
Yep yep and yep
Beginning to End // guardian-of-a-timelord and thetimelordthetardisstole
The Doctor nodded, not in the least bit surprised. “I know,” he said sadly. From under the table, he pulled out a small weapon. It was clearly some kind of gun, but nothing that could be found anywhere in this reality. “He dropped this, when he saw you.” He sighed, not quite sure how to phrase what he had to say next. “It’s probability tech, a weapon that might have been designed in our universe, had things gone differently.” He clenched his teeth, getting to the worst bit. “Megan, we both know that only one group fought with probability tech in the Time War.”
“The Daleks built their armies from negated timelines, sending in people we loved, people we couldn’t bear to harm, and watching as they slaughtered us, because we hesitated…because we couldn’t bring ourselves to fight back.”
He leaned in, speaking in a hushed voice. “Megan…you haven’t been back here since. What if…what if, in this pocket of the universe…the Time War never really ended? It explains the guards stationed on every corner…” he gestured to the windows of the inn, “and the boards on every window. These people…they’re living in a Cold War, and somebody sent Rae…or a shadow of Rae…to start the war up again for real. We can’t let that happen.”
A server came by then, so the Doctor quickly grew silent. After sending her on her way, the Doctor leaned in again.
“I think the only reason he hasn’t done anything too drastic so far is that he really thinks you believe him. He’s planning something, something massive, and for some reason his plan depends on you believing that he’s your Rae. We can’t let him start to doubt that. You’ve got to go on pretending he is who he looks like, until we can figure out what he’s up to.”
He furrowed his brow. “I know this is a lot, too much, to ask…and I wouldn’t ask, but…I don’t know what else we can do.”
Megan let out a weary sigh and leaned back in her chair, running a hand through her hair. “If I wanted to begin the Time War again… I wouldn’t do it here. This planet has suffered enough wars of its own, and never fully recovered. That means he needs us for something, and if what you’re saying is true…” She paled. “He looked happy when I mentioned you were with me.” She paused as the pieces fell together. “He needs the TARDIS. If the war hasn’t ended in this time line, he’ll need the TARDIS to get back to Gallifrey and start it up again. And he knows how to fly her too, every Guardian learned.”
She let out a shaky breath. “And I think we both know how this has to end.” The girl swallowed past a lump in her throat. “It’ll have to end with me killing him.” She bit her lip, fighting back tears. “I can’t do it Doctor,” she admitted softly. “I can’t do this, I can’t have his death on my hands again."
Megan sniffed once and got herself back under control. “We should go back to the TARDIS. Rae’s expecting me to come talk to him tomorrow, and we shouldn’t take any chances.” She stood and left some currency on the table, knowing that the establishments of Faroth accepted a wide variety of coin.
Rae watched the two of them leave the inn from the top of the stairs, a frown etched on his face. So Megan was just as clever as always, damn girl had already figured out the plan. Once a few minutes had passed, he left the inn as well, following them discreetly.
♪- a song (or two) I associate with my character: (I’m gonna list several xD)
Hero of the Day- Metallica
Hero of War- Rise Against
This is War- 30 Seconds to Mars
Gone, Gone, Gone- Phillip Phillips
Game of Thrones Opening Theme
♥ (Most wanted AU)
Right now the AU I want most is a Marvel/Avengers/Agents of SHIELD AU :)
War changes you
Oh wow. That’s amazing. Freaks me out a bit tho. :)
Megan started to have feelings for Rae back in the day on Gallifrey. She was going to tell him of her feelings if they both lived through the war, because she expected they would. However, Rae died at the Fall of Arcadia, and Megan never got the chance.
Guardimun: HAVE YOU EVER
5) Kissed a boy
6) Kissed a girl
Outside of my family, no
20) Kissed in the rain
36) Had a crush on someone of the same sex
"This is kind of what my Guardian uniform looked like. The belt buckle was smaller, and the summer ones had short sleeves."
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Close rp: guardian-of-a-timelord
It was a brilliant decision. Someone got married and the celebration of the new married couple took place at the village square. Party, laughter, and dancing with food and drinks all around.
Though it was about two people, the main attention whore was a man showing a whole new dancing style. People of the village young to old join in and laugh and the silliness the man was presenting. ”You got to be the drunk giraffe!”
Megan laughed as she did the dance with him, encouraging the slightly shyer children to give it a shot as well. Soon enough, they were laughing and dancing as well.
Megan stopped for a moment to get herself something to drink. It was then that she noticed a series of lights on the crest of the hill a few miles away. Her brow furrowed as she put down her glass and nudged her way through the crowd to get back to the Doctor. “Doctor,” she said, tugging on his sleeve. “We might have trouble.”