Magnus McKinnon-Immortal
Born: 9823 BCE
Born in Eridu I the Indus Valley
Became Immortal at the age of 36 and went mad for 89 years.
I met a man called The Doctor he helped me and my people and became friends.
And then I met Beatrice DiMessina!
Love at first sight for me.
@JohnRobertSmi12 ->>noooo, it can’t be…really? “John,” I meet your gaze, then motion nonchalantly with my eyes to the corner,”is that what I think it is?” my eyes grow wide in curious anticipation, half hoping I’m right, the other half, well, she’s just along for the ride.
@JohnRobertSmi12 ->>squinting, fully concentrating on the task at hand, the lumps slowly morph into the shape of some sort of small pagoda, ornately draped with what appear to be intricately embroidered silk…and inside, almost in direct juxtaposition to all the grandeur, is….->>
@JohnRobertSmi12 ->>when you don your glasses, and casually mention that I can, in fact, see in the dark, a decidedly gaudy grin spreads wide in eager anticipation,”Okay, Doctor, let’s /see/ what these baby blues can do!” I fixed my gaze on the odd set of shadowy lumps in the far corner,->>
@JohnRobertSmi12 ->>Gaudy, was being kind, but in all fairness, according to your descriptions, this place was hedonism gone wild, so, somehow the decor kind of made sense. As we walk, I’m strangely unafraid, it’s as though, the feel of your hand in mine is all the talisman I need, so, ->>
@JohnRobertSmi12 ->>As our footsteps echoed, I could start to make out shapes, and catch glimpses of our surroundings but not quite….the city lights that traced patterns through the windows…made me wonder if Barnum and Bailey or perhaps the Trump family had loaned their decorator?->>
@MataHarisMuse We exit the TARDIS and we were inside a old ancient warehouse in the Legacy District of the city Virgin City East of the coast of the Orbar Sea. The smell of garlic and thyme as well as juttu which smells like rosemary mixed with ginger to human noses.
Wel walked through >>>
@JohnRobertSmi12 >>reaching to gingerly grasp your outstretched hand, my fingers tingle at the contact, sending subtly delicious pleasure waves singing up my arm. I swallow hard, desperately attempting to mask and maintain this light facade, I smile,”Indeed….to my heart’s content…shall we?”
@JohnRobertSmi12 «recovering my equilibrium, an enormous smile spreads to mirror yours,”My dear Doctor, I daresay, /you/ are more than fit for any Queen…or perhaps, fit to be King…or if we just wish to leave royalty out of it altogether, you Sir, are the most»
@JohnRobertSmi12 «fantasy planet, yes? Well, that sort of speaks for itself, does it not?” My brows raise in query, feeling a bit silly being so verbose when I can’t even see you, rummaging through the closets for your own transformation.
When at last you»
@JohnRobertSmi12 «“Well, if you’re lying John, I’d prefer to remain in blissful ignorance, and believe the first bit, about being fit for a King, and a most, no, wait, /the/ most stunning creature in existence…yes, I’ll go with that version, Terra Abso /is/ a»
@JohnRobertSmi12 «look, I truly couldn’t care less, but with you….with you, somehow it matters… a lot. A slow smile spread wide and sweet as I nodded once, elated, humbled, and a more than a bit awed that you’re not completely impervious to my, uh….charms.
»
@MataHarisMuse <<< lying.”
I rumble through some clothes and decided on my usual bow tie and dress coat 3 quarter length and black pants and my usual high tops.
“But I’m not. I am ready you are ready…”
I say as I dance out from behind the rows of clothes and spin around and say>>>
@MataHarisMuse I watched as you changed from dress to dress each more provocative as the last. I was captivated by the grace and command of your muscles and limbs to move quickly from one outfit into another in a matter of seconds.
I was particularly taken by each it was a journey through >>>
@JohnRobertSmi12 >>brows raise in query, awaiting your verdict, still desperately itching to ask about you regenerating as a woman?? But, doggedly attempting to patiently await your reply…
@JohnRobertSmi12 >>”Well, this is the last one I pulled, and I’m starving, so I truly hope this will do,” this time I slink sexy my back to you a la Rita Hayworth and turn to gaze, pointedly, and only semi serious sultry over my shoulder,”This one is my final offer….going once…going twice….”>>
@JohnRobertSmi12 >>”No? Okay, give me just a minute…” I rush behind the screen again, reemerging as a seductive ingenue,”This one, perhaps?”>>
@JohnRobertSmi12 >> sounds part gastronomic paradise, part hedonistic fantasyland, and I cannot wait to explore, if, perhaps not partake in much of it! Tell me John, what are your particular passions here? Favourite haunts? Friends perhaps?” I disappear behind an oddly backlit changing screen>>
@JohnRobertSmi12 >> not that I wished to participate in much of this, but desperately eager to see, experience, learn about new places and peoples, tastes, not to mention ravenous, and I really hoped this hedonism extended to gluttony…for if this is anything like the last time,>>