Trial of the Multiverse IC (Massive Crossover RP)
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The Great Surveyor stroked his chin in deep though. He had already selected several unique beings to help defend the many multiverses (some, he thought, may be more trouble than there worth) and came to realize he would likely need someone who knew the whole 'traveling from universe to universe' thing down pat if he wanted a chance to succeed. It didn't take long for him to find the perfect fellow for the job, but there was one problem-there were eleven different forms of this fellow, and The Great Surveyor knew he could only bring one.
He immediately ruled out the sixth and eighth forms, the latter because there was simply a severe lack of information on him, while the former because he just seemed like a straight up ass. Looking at his first form, he found an old man, contrasting his other forms greatly. He ruled him out as well, knowing that, while other old men might be acceptable later, he didn't want to risk losing him in any early missions.
The Great Surveyor knew he would need both a balance of combat experience and ability to play mind games. With this in mind, he ruled out both the third and the seventh reincarnations, as he felt that, while they excelled in one ability, they were lacking in the other. Turning his head to the three beings post eighth, he found all three to have a dark memory hanging over their heads the previous eight did not. This immediately helped him rule out ninth, mostly because coupled with an already aggressive personality it would likely be to much to handle. He dealt with the eleventh just as quickly, but the tenth...Spoke to him. Not literally of course, but there was something nagging him about this one.
Looking back on all the other forms, he found them to have flaws of their own: the second, while not lacking in any one particular trait, didn't really excel in anything. The fifth, perhaps the most theraputic of the bunch, seemed to get kidnapped every other week, and the fourth, while certainly possessing all the qualities The Great Surveyor was looking for, seemed to a constant rebel against authority. The Great Surveyor would need someone who could trust him blindly, mostly because he knew what he would ask would be insane and unbelievable to the average man or woman. With this in mind, he searched the tenth form's timeline to find a time when he was alone. After all, he didn't want to drag anyone else into this little mess that has sprung up. It didn't take him long to find him alone at the end of his timeline, clearly about to change into the eleventh, allowig The Great Surveyor to pick him up and transport him to his domain easily.
'That's all I can do for now,' The Great Surveyor thought 'Now, I must wait...
The Doctor, for once, wasn't exactly sure what happened. Sure, he knew he was alive and all, but he felt as if the regeneration had gone...Unfufilled. Opening his eyes, he had to shield them quickly in order to make sure he wasn't blinded by the bright sun overhead.
'Well, wherever I am,' The Doctor thought as he sat up, eyes still closed 'clearly it's having a better day than I'm having.' Staggering to his feet, The Doctor looked himself over. Sure enough, for whatever reason, the regeneration had failed to take, and he was still (for lack of a better term) in his tenth form. It was bittersweet for him, as while he really didn't want to change yet, he had no one to share this little moment of joy with him. Still, that was an easy fix, just get into the TARDIS and...
"Where's the TARDIS?" The Doctor said alound, whirling around in place to try and find his beloved time machine. Despite where he was being an open, grassy field, he saw no sign of the blue police box shape it had taken for so many years. 'Maybe the Chameleon Drive finally fixed itself. And maybe I'm the queen of England.' The Doctor thought to himself as he continued to search.
Taking off his left shoe, The Doctor attempted to shake the key to the TARDIS out of it's hiding place, hoping that it could somehow help him find it. He movement turned more frantic, however, when he realized there was no key in the shoe.
'I certainly never put it in my right shoe,' The Doctor thought as he slipped back on his left shoe and began patting his pockets up and down 'so where the bloody heck is it? Oh I swear, if someone stole it...' The time lord was so preoccupied with his troubles, he failed to notice the many other unconscious bodies scattered in the field around him...