Rose narrowed her eyes. The assumptions! She bit the inside of her cheek. Lady Me told her this much, to try to rile Rose up and make her hurt, but in retrospect, Rose always appreciated it in a way because few things bothered her as much now. "Okay one, no you don't. Because you haven't been here to Nautilus before. So you don't know what it is buggin' him right here and now in the moment, all right? And the sooner you realize that, the less damage control I'll have to do on him. I don't handle him, I handle me, and that is trial enough."
Rose sighed and rolled her eyes, pushing hair back with a hand. "And two, I don't know ... what changes him in the future to allow that sort of thing, but--"
She pinched the bridge between her eyes, not too unlike the 9th Doctor himself.
"You do that to him here, you're going to have way more than just me mad at you," Rose folded her arms, staring River Song down. "Ten's not even the same as when you met him, he's changed here. That's the point of Nautilus. This is the city of change. He's been here a year, and he's adopted like 11 kids. With me. Connie, Will, Kirika, Alya, Nino, Marinette, Adrien, Chat, and Ladybug. Jack and Ianto aren't kids o' course, Jack's even older than the Doctor, but they're in the Box too. And the TARDIS's soul isn't here. Whatever you think you know about him, forget it. Because yeah, his core is always the same. The important things."
She pointed to the gun holster, "Yelling at Jack and Ianto for guns, and not being fond of Kirika and Dirk for having theirs, for instance. Wanting to help people even if they don't always deserve it, and not wanting to let me do worse than just Rassilon in the face."
She pushed her hair back again. "But 9 doesn't like to talk to most people and would rather just be a cat or a wolf. Things he couldn't do in his universe, because Nautilus, are you gettin' it yet? Four specifically is trying out emotions and has been through some really rough storms, one where he lived over a million years being the worst kind of Rassilon, and one that made him a pony, and one that made him human. Just -- give him the respect for that bein' a thing, yeah? That's why I said try 8 first, because he's--"
She held up a hand and ticked off fingers. "The most approachable, the most easy-going, the least hardest hit by storms, not so riled up by Lady Me because I made sure to take the brunt of that, ta, Prince Charming of Darkness. He asked me how well I knew the Doctor, and that was when I'd just gotten 9 and 10 to stop fighting, 10 made me wipe his memories and I was keeping secrets from himself. A lot of 'em. So I straight out told him better than he knew himself." Rose rolled her eyes, "Guess how well he took that. He told me to tell him the rest of himself Valeyard had come!"
Rose shook her head. "It doesn't matter how well you know him in your universe, he's changed here, and all of him -- he's still the Doctor. Always. Even the face of his that refuses to be called that, but if you go around trying to make him be how you expect, he'll buck that and do the opposite on purpose. So would I. So would anyone, yeah?"
A sigh. "Most o' Ten's problems are things he does to himself, but if you go around slapping him, no matter how angry he makes you, you won't have just me to answer to. I won't even talk to you, I'll just let General Leia chew you out instead! Or worse, he'll give you the saddest puppy eyes ever and make you feel about yea tall," she held her fingers up an inch apart, face scrunched.
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Rose sighed and rolled her eyes, pushing hair back with a hand. "And two, I don't know ... what changes him in the future to allow that sort of thing, but--"
She pinched the bridge between her eyes, not too unlike the 9th Doctor himself.
"You do that to him here, you're going to have way more than just me mad at you," Rose folded her arms, staring River Song down. "Ten's not even the same as when you met him, he's changed here. That's the point of Nautilus. This is the city of change. He's been here a year, and he's adopted like 11 kids. With me. Connie, Will, Kirika, Alya, Nino, Marinette, Adrien, Chat, and Ladybug. Jack and Ianto aren't kids o' course, Jack's even older than the Doctor, but they're in the Box too. And the TARDIS's soul isn't here. Whatever you think you know about him, forget it. Because yeah, his core is always the same. The important things."
She pointed to the gun holster, "Yelling at Jack and Ianto for guns, and not being fond of Kirika and Dirk for having theirs, for instance. Wanting to help people even if they don't always deserve it, and not wanting to let me do worse than just Rassilon in the face."
She pushed her hair back again. "But 9 doesn't like to talk to most people and would rather just be a cat or a wolf. Things he couldn't do in his universe, because Nautilus, are you gettin' it yet? Four specifically is trying out emotions and has been through some really rough storms, one where he lived over a million years being the worst kind of Rassilon, and one that made him a pony, and one that made him human. Just -- give him the respect for that bein' a thing, yeah? That's why I said try 8 first, because he's--"
She held up a hand and ticked off fingers. "The most approachable, the most easy-going, the least hardest hit by storms, not so riled up by Lady Me because I made sure to take the brunt of that, ta, Prince Charming of Darkness. He asked me how well I knew the Doctor, and that was when I'd just gotten 9 and 10 to stop fighting, 10 made me wipe his memories and I was keeping secrets from himself. A lot of 'em. So I straight out told him better than he knew himself." Rose rolled her eyes, "Guess how well he took that. He told me to tell him the rest of himself Valeyard had come!"
Rose shook her head. "It doesn't matter how well you know him in your universe, he's changed here, and all of him -- he's still the Doctor. Always. Even the face of his that refuses to be called that, but if you go around trying to make him be how you expect, he'll buck that and do the opposite on purpose. So would I. So would anyone, yeah?"
A sigh. "Most o' Ten's problems are things he does to himself, but if you go around slapping him, no matter how angry he makes you, you won't have just me to answer to. I won't even talk to you, I'll just let General Leia chew you out instead! Or worse, he'll give you the saddest puppy eyes ever and make you feel about yea tall," she held her fingers up an inch apart, face scrunched.