Two Very Old People

[closetshark]

WHO: Pitch and The Doctor
WHERE: Pitch's Warehouse
WHEN: Directly following this
WHAT: Pitch is curious about this guy
WARNINGS: Pitch is a horrible person

Pitch doesn't give much warning before opening the shadows to whisk The Doctor off, a glimpse of golden eyes and a feral grin in the blackness and it's the disconcerting coolness of the void between that is at once utterly empty and full of things watching. It's a similar feeling to missing a step going down stairs, that odd lurch of wrongness as normal physics are utterly ignored.

Eldritch beings don't follow a great many rules that aren't their own and Pitch is no exception to that.

The interior of the warehouse has long been transformed and filled with the use of twisted girders and lengths of rebar bent and fit together in unsettling ways to form walls and corridors and questionably safe walkways that make the massive space almost claustrophobic. It resembles a cross between a birds nest and cobwebs.

"Did you enjoy your trip, Doctor?" Pitch grins, emerging from the shadows on a wall and looking smug. He is tall and thin and very obviously grey aside from his eyes.

Comments

let's pretend i'm not this horrifically late

[mmiab]

—Hah. It isn't what he was expecting. That's not to say he knew what he expecting, or was expecting anything at all other than "something" (which, of course, he had been expecting), but the odd reality vacuum into which he's suddenly pulled just about decimates any previously held expectations. As, he supposes, the upheaval of the norm is want to do, especially when "the norm" also encompasses "the laws of physics" which are something he's nearly always used to abiding by. So it is that he staggers a little as his feet once again find honestly solid ground, distracted as he had been by admiring the frankly disconcerting sense of not right that he doesn't often have the pleasure of experiencing for himself.

A shake of his head, quick flurry of blinks and the Doctor's focusing in on the source of the voice— aha. The vague look of bewilderment fades out into a smile, small but growing and entirely sincere.

"Yes, actually. That was..." What? That was what? That was... "--something."

Yes. Yeah, yes, perfect. Something. Got it in one.

It's all good~

[closetshark]

"Actually it was quite literally nothing." Pitch replied with a self-satisfied smile. "The shadows are mine to rule and they are all connected if you know how to step between them."

He offers a slight bow as he moves closer, head tilting as he examines the Doctor with interest. "Welcome, Doctor, to the current Lair of the Nightmare King."

He gestures behind him and the shadows move to reveal a path to a niche where a pair of chairs and a table are visible, a tea set sitting neatly there. "Care for some tea while we converse?"