Crossover dialogues, first bunch
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selenakSome prompts from this morning's meme answered, at your service. :)
Fortrude:
"You," the dragon intoned, "have a destiny, Donna Noble."
"Watch it, Lizard," Donna said. "I've just had about enough of that kind of talk, thank you. If you say anything about my back, I'm going to drown you in the Thames myself, see if I won't!"
"I only meant to say that you are a knight. You always were, you always will be."
Against her will, Donna found herself somewhat intrigued. After all, the Doctor had mentioned that some people had accused him of being Merlin.
"Hm," she said. "So which knight was I then?"
She hoped it wasn't Galahad, because he was boring, or Lancelot, because being in an unwitting triangle with a bloody spider from outer space was enough of a romantic disaster to last her a life time.
The dragon looked at her, and she could have sworn it winked. "Gwaine," he replied, "the world will always have need of you."
Forffutures:
"I am in need of a new High Priestess, my dear, and you just happen to have the right aura," the man who had presented himself to Dawn as a teacher in ancient languages, including Sumerian, said coaxingly. "A beautiful green, to be precise."
"That's pot," she returned, desperately hoping he wasn't what she thought he might be. "I'm in High School, after all."
"I can just see you next to an altar. In fact, I can see you on an altar."
That was it. She balanced herself and got into position to deliver what Buffy had called the get-them-in-the-nuts kick.
"You're one of the Knights of Byzantium, right?"
"Those imperialists? Never," he replied disdainfully. "Colonial exploiters, all of them."
She relaxed a bit.
"I, my dear, am a servant of She Whom Ignorant Musicians Dared To Call Kali But Who Is In Fact Glory."
Forlikeadeuce:
"...and so I decided a Roman bath was just what I needed right now. I mean, a girl can only relax in prison for so long, right?"
Atia suspected that her newly hired barbarian bodyguard might be somewhat delusionary, but given that the woman had already disposed of not one but three thugs hired by Servilia in retaliation of Atia's own most recent assault, that wasn't a particular problem.
Perhaps she should visit the public thermae more often. One did meet interesting people there.
"Naturally," she said drily, and wondered whether this Carmen of the Fluvii could put that shapely body to other good use as well. After all, Antony returned home tomorrow, she was determined to give him a memorable welcome, and it would be entertaining to find out just how creative Carmen's bodyguarding could get.
Forchaila:
"The fact of the matter is, Ms. Hewes, that after the mess my last prosecutor made of bringing an obviously guilty man to justice, I need someone competent to do the job."
"I'm not an attorney," Patty said coldly. She was impressed that the other woman didn't respond by begging, protesting or complaining. Instead, Laura Roslin just smiled at her and said ever so calmly:
"You mean you didn't used to be."
Patty leaned back.
"I mean I won't ever be. But did it occur to you, Madam President, that the members of Baltar's new cult could pursue the most beautiful tort claim based on sexual harrassment?"
For
trude:"You," the dragon intoned, "have a destiny, Donna Noble."
"Watch it, Lizard," Donna said. "I've just had about enough of that kind of talk, thank you. If you say anything about my back, I'm going to drown you in the Thames myself, see if I won't!"
"I only meant to say that you are a knight. You always were, you always will be."
Against her will, Donna found herself somewhat intrigued. After all, the Doctor had mentioned that some people had accused him of being Merlin.
"Hm," she said. "So which knight was I then?"
She hoped it wasn't Galahad, because he was boring, or Lancelot, because being in an unwitting triangle with a bloody spider from outer space was enough of a romantic disaster to last her a life time.
The dragon looked at her, and she could have sworn it winked. "Gwaine," he replied, "the world will always have need of you."
For
ffutures:"I am in need of a new High Priestess, my dear, and you just happen to have the right aura," the man who had presented himself to Dawn as a teacher in ancient languages, including Sumerian, said coaxingly. "A beautiful green, to be precise."
"That's pot," she returned, desperately hoping he wasn't what she thought he might be. "I'm in High School, after all."
"I can just see you next to an altar. In fact, I can see you on an altar."
That was it. She balanced herself and got into position to deliver what Buffy had called the get-them-in-the-nuts kick.
"You're one of the Knights of Byzantium, right?"
"Those imperialists? Never," he replied disdainfully. "Colonial exploiters, all of them."
She relaxed a bit.
"I, my dear, am a servant of She Whom Ignorant Musicians Dared To Call Kali But Who Is In Fact Glory."
For
likeadeuce:"...and so I decided a Roman bath was just what I needed right now. I mean, a girl can only relax in prison for so long, right?"
Atia suspected that her newly hired barbarian bodyguard might be somewhat delusionary, but given that the woman had already disposed of not one but three thugs hired by Servilia in retaliation of Atia's own most recent assault, that wasn't a particular problem.
Perhaps she should visit the public thermae more often. One did meet interesting people there.
"Naturally," she said drily, and wondered whether this Carmen of the Fluvii could put that shapely body to other good use as well. After all, Antony returned home tomorrow, she was determined to give him a memorable welcome, and it would be entertaining to find out just how creative Carmen's bodyguarding could get.
For
chaila: "The fact of the matter is, Ms. Hewes, that after the mess my last prosecutor made of bringing an obviously guilty man to justice, I need someone competent to do the job."
"I'm not an attorney," Patty said coldly. She was impressed that the other woman didn't respond by begging, protesting or complaining. Instead, Laura Roslin just smiled at her and said ever so calmly:
"You mean you didn't used to be."
Patty leaned back.
"I mean I won't ever be. But did it occur to you, Madam President, that the members of Baltar's new cult could pursue the most beautiful tort claim based on sexual harrassment?"
