Post by The Inventor on Mar 3, 2010 11:12:57 GMT 12
The Inventor sat cross-legged at a ruggedly wooden chair. He was humming to himself softly, hands moving quickly over a strange metal object. One that shone slightly in the bright lamp light, hovering in the air beside him, and to those that were less experienced then this old Inventor, and Time Lord, the strange object would be unidentifiable.
“Ah ha!”
He cried, and the metal object began to levitate, shinning brighter and brighter. Then, in a flurry of sparks and a lonely scratch, the metal seemed to bundle in on itself, and it fell back to the desk in a heap. The Inventor sighed, and rubbed his arm were a stray spark had got him.
“it was to much to hope for, I never should have rushed it”
He sighed gently, moving his chair back in a ear-aching scrape against the floor, the Inventor got to his feet. He rubbed his hands against his dark pants and bit his lip. He looked every bit like a sheepish school boy – aside the fact his appearance was in the late 20s, and his real age was somewhere in the 600 hundreds. Or maybe it was in the seven hundreds... it was so hard to keep track of.
Ah ha! He should create a machine to keep perfect time with his age. Nah... Too similar to the idea he had come up with and made for that old lady... it entwined to much with her age, and when it had grown old and stopped working, well, she wouldn’t be getting her money back at least...
He turned towards the dusty corner of his room and sighed, shaking his head in annoyance. It did not do... that that implosive young boy he created, had thieved his time and relative dimensions in space machine... or TARDIS, if you so preferred. Instead, the old man scrambled for his wrist-watch, and slapping it on his hand where it automatically wound about his arm, he fiddled with a few buttons... and vanished from his small space station/ Inventor shop.
He appeared on the planet far below, making a face as he wadded out of the small swamp he found himself in. That did not do, no, not at all... He moved forward and began to head towards a large cave/cavern, and slipped inside. In moments you could hear the sound of high-tech machinery, as the Inventor began to continue what he did best... inventing.
Ooc: this thread can be for any Time lord/ladies, or anyone in the Time Agency, or people sucked through the time vortex
“Ah ha!”
He cried, and the metal object began to levitate, shinning brighter and brighter. Then, in a flurry of sparks and a lonely scratch, the metal seemed to bundle in on itself, and it fell back to the desk in a heap. The Inventor sighed, and rubbed his arm were a stray spark had got him.
“it was to much to hope for, I never should have rushed it”
He sighed gently, moving his chair back in a ear-aching scrape against the floor, the Inventor got to his feet. He rubbed his hands against his dark pants and bit his lip. He looked every bit like a sheepish school boy – aside the fact his appearance was in the late 20s, and his real age was somewhere in the 600 hundreds. Or maybe it was in the seven hundreds... it was so hard to keep track of.
Ah ha! He should create a machine to keep perfect time with his age. Nah... Too similar to the idea he had come up with and made for that old lady... it entwined to much with her age, and when it had grown old and stopped working, well, she wouldn’t be getting her money back at least...
He turned towards the dusty corner of his room and sighed, shaking his head in annoyance. It did not do... that that implosive young boy he created, had thieved his time and relative dimensions in space machine... or TARDIS, if you so preferred. Instead, the old man scrambled for his wrist-watch, and slapping it on his hand where it automatically wound about his arm, he fiddled with a few buttons... and vanished from his small space station/ Inventor shop.
He appeared on the planet far below, making a face as he wadded out of the small swamp he found himself in. That did not do, no, not at all... He moved forward and began to head towards a large cave/cavern, and slipped inside. In moments you could hear the sound of high-tech machinery, as the Inventor began to continue what he did best... inventing.
Ooc: this thread can be for any Time lord/ladies, or anyone in the Time Agency, or people sucked through the time vortex
