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The Doctor, true to form and quite negating his earlier plans to keep a low profile, had decided to explore the city on his own. Also true to form, he was gawking like a natural born tourist fresh off the farm.

Well, if guys fresh off the farm kept up running commentary under their breaths about every single culture they recognized. And if they recognized quite a few, had an apparent habit of internal monologue, and occasionally ran over to point a buzzing little blue stick at seemingly random objects.

He was completely fascinated.

He was also bound and determined to get to the bottom of all this mess and get his TARDIS back. Now.

Ooh, look at that!

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The Time Lord shrugged. "Only one way to find out. I mean, what's the worse that could happen?"

"Well, besides my brain exploding into jelly."

"That one's pretty bad by itself," Jaime said, but he said that as he started stepping forward himself, down a winding walkway was that starting to assert itself into a straighter route.

"Or you could cause the brains of Jaime and myself to also explode."

Nonetheless, he follows. "However, if you are set on this course of action, I will accompany you."

They seem the most capable here of those he's met thus far. The last thing he wants is for them to die... or, just as bad, discover something important without him.

The Doctor set off with Jaime. "I'm not making you come. If your brain explodes, it's not my fault." Though he'd still blame himself.

"But it'll mess up your plantsuit..."

They kept walking down the winding path.

Come.

To.

Come to.

It.

Come to.

Come.

"I'm hearing a voice in my head other than the normal one..."

But the worst of that strange compulsion, propelling his legs along, was held out.

"Are there any with telepathic abilities aboard?"

"This isn't one of us. This is way too big to be a member of the crew. Older than... well, me definitely." The Doctor carefully checked his mind's protections, still keeping it open, before continuing onward.

"I don't recommend going further than this."

"First of all...I'm guessing if that's supposed to be impressive, you must be older than you look," Jaime said. "Second of all, I can't do that. Superhero thing. You know, bravely wandering forward into mortal peril? We do that. Plus, if it's telepathic, the scarab's really, really good at keeping telepathic things out."

"Yes. A lot older. And this isn't mortal peril, this is EVIL."

He looked at Jaime, considering. He didn't want to lose this new young friend, but doubted he could stop him. In the end, he relented, "If you come, you listen to me. And if I say run, you run."

"Duly noted."

He turned to Scorpius.

"If you want to go back, no one will blame you. And it'd be good for someone to be there to warn everyone that there's something bad in here if it does something to us."

He considers, calculating the options.

He's already impressed by both Jaime and the Doctor's intelligence as well as their apparent power, if his reading of Jaime's energy signature is even close to accurate.

His chances of survival are much more slim without them.

Besides... now he's curious.

"Exploration carries an inherent risk. And without exploration, we will stagnate and fall into whatever our captors desire us to."

He's going.

The Doctor paused mid-motion until he figures out what Scorpius meant. "Right. Well, the more the merrier. Except it's evil so not that merry at all, never mind, forget I said anything. But the running thing. Remember that."

He paused, nodded to himself, and then off he went.

It was louder now.

Come.

To.

Me.

All of a sudden, they turned a corner that didn't really exist and there they were. The open sky that was Not sky was black, tinged with the orange and red light of flames. There was a building, and the illusion of a whole world beyond it, but it was a world that wasn't. There was only the building.

And what a building.

The building, from the outside, looked like a large, techno-organic cathedral with a design similar to that used in most of the non-human (or alien) structures in the city, but with a much darker bend. It had a tall, steeple roof with large, buttress-like growths supporting it from the sides. There were twisted organic-looking faces and statues adorning the outside.

Upon closer inspection, one could notice the gargoyle-like structures were even more frightening than the sculptures one would normally find throughout the ship, seemingly keeping watch of passers by with their piercing eyes.

The building looked like it was meant (and failed) to be some sort of holy place.

And evil emanated from it. There was no other word for it. Evil.

Mind-blowing, thought-twisting, soul-blistering evil.

The massive, heavy doors of the place slowly creaked open.

Come.

In.

Scorpius looked up at the evil space, looking at it through its energy signature as well as through its more obvious physical characteristics.

"I don't believe entering this location would be beneficial for any of us."

Keeping his eyes on the building, the Time Lord gave a slow nod. "Probably not. You should stay here."

His race hadn't become extinct by being cautious. Or rather, in some ways they had, which was probably why he was the only one left; the Doctor's complete lack of self-preservative instincts. It didn't have to make sense, he was still going in.

Jaime's reaction at seeing the place was suiting up.

"Probably, but it wouldn't be beneficial to everyone else for it not to get checked out."

Even despite it being...utterly horrifying.

It wasn't that he wasn't terrified, it was that he was very, very good at keeping his fear under control.

He hisses at the other two, then moves to follow them.

Well, he wasn't going to stop them if they were set on coming with. Pushing his glasses up and squaring his shoulders, the Doctor headed inside the building.

There were swirling sigils on the walls, bringing to mind tentacled...things, and statues that seemed to be formed half of humanoid forms, half of something scraped up from the bottom of the sea, adorning the walls of the building.

Light came in from the stained glass windows, but it was as black as light could get, causing shifting shadows all around, some that shimmered and moved in ways that almost made them seem alive.

There were circular, spiraled marks carved along the floors, that led visitors to the center, where there lay perhaps the most peculiar part of the entire place.

There was an actual pure stone platform which seemed out of place in the living temple, and in the techno-organic ship. Upon the platform stood a large stone block which looked like it may have been pulled from Stonehenge, but with a slicker surface. It was covered with numerous chains of differing metals and papers covered in unintelligible writings. In front of the block was a simple altar, covered with many multicolored stains (some of which were undeniably human blood, and others which were perhaps alien). All the colors and stains were an almost garish rainbow, strange when compared to the rest of the place.

Bits of numerous humanoid and alien skeletons were strewn about the room.

The stone. The stone was what was evil.

"Well, hello." The Doctor approached the altar, frowning, though his attention was on the stone. He didn't need to taste the stains to figure out what they were. Like it, he did not.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?"

One of your minds...is closed to me. This is unacceptable.

There was something that pulsed. The Doctor and Scorpius wouldn't feel a thing, as the Doctor's mind was open and so was Scorpius'--even if his will was strong--but there were more than just two of them.

Choom!

"Aaugh!"

Jaime reeled back as if he'd been slammed in the face. Blue gunk dripped from his mouth.

Choom!

He dropped to his knees.

"Drop it, drop it, drop the shield, drop--"

Oh that felt GROSS in his head. Groooooss.

I see you now.

Its 'voice' was almost lyrical as it said that.

Two in one. A child. Something older that thinks like a child. Both pretending they are not afraid.

It seemed almost as if it was considering each of them.

But you are all children.

Another pause.

Including one that does not realize he is. You think you are old and wise, Doctor. Or should I call you by your proper name--?

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