Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20191005064301/@comment-36309590-20191010191051

Trevan idly scratched at the skin under his beard as he thumbed through yet another history book, his fifth one thus far. He had to admit that, while primitive, it was still a pretty impressive work, though not anywhere near impressive as some of the history books his people had put together over the millions of years they'd been around. Though that was to be expected really. The species that inhabited this world were mere babes compared to some of the ones from his reality, his own included.

Setting the book aside Trevan rose from his chair and moved to get another one, an encylcopedia this time, when a loud yelp caught his attention. Looking around in bewilderment, he quickly came to the realization that he'd accidentally bumped into a woman who'd been perusing a shelf nearby, causing her to spill the tea she'd been clutching in her hand all over the clothes she was wearing as well as the carpeted floor upon which they were standing.

"What the hell! Don't you pay attention to where you're going dumbass!?" She shouted, her sun kissed skin growing redder by the second as she stared down at her now ruined clothes.

"My apologies ma'am," He said, raising his hands in a nonthreatening way as he turned to face the woman fully. She was tall, though not quite as tall as he was, and thin with skin that reminded him of burnished bronze, long coal-like hair tied up in a bun, almond shaped brown eyes, and a nose that he could only describe as cute. Normally he wouldn't trouble himself with something like this, but if this reality were to be his people's new home, that effectively made him their ambassador. And no ambassador worth their salt would antagonize a member of some other species even further, especially if they planned on moving in.

"At the time I wasn't. Too absorbed in a book you see." He explained quickly, hoping logic would placate her long enough for him to give a restitution of some kind. "I am willing to pay for any physical damages to your attire, as well as another drink to replace the one I so carelessly wasted however."

The woman blinked, an incredulous expression plastered across her face. This was the last thing she'd expected, especially after her reaction to the whole thing. She stood there, mouth hanging open like she had suddenly become a fish out of water, trying to formulate a response. After a few starts that went nowhere and a bit of stuttering, she eventually accepted his offer.

That is until he said he left his money back home. Then she was furious again, only this time it was directed at herself, or her own stupidity rather. How could she have not seen it before? This guy didn't intend on paying her back for the drink or the clothes, he was just stringing her along so he could bail!

"Well..." She thought, grinding her teeth in anger. "Not today." Turning her gaze towards him, fires seemingly burning in her eyes, she addressed him in a condescending tone.

"Oh is that so? Are you sure it isn't because you plan to, I don't know, bail out on paying me?"

Trevan leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing somewhat as he calmly slid his hands into his pants pockets. "It has nothing to do with that actually. But if you want to walk around like that..." He nodded to her once white undershirt, which was now stained a light brown.

"Alright, fine." The woman replied with a huff. "But I'm coming with you. I won't follow you inside where you live or anything, because I'm not that stupid, but I will be there to make sure you aren't trying to lie your way out of this. And just so you know, I have an unused can of pepper spray in my bag, so don't even think about trying to kidnap me." She warned, hand hovering over the opening in her purse menacingly.

Trevan nodded. He waa all to familiar with the effects of that particular chemical agent, though not because he'd been on the receiving end, but because he'd seen what happened to someone else who was. Poor bastards face was still inflamed nearly five hours later, just when he thought its effects would have started wearing off. Turning away from the woman he sauntered of towards the entrance with her following close behind, watching him like a hawk. Upon exiting the bookstore, Trevan retraced his steps until they eventually returned to the alleyway he'd landed in.

It was here that the womans blood ran cold. This was his home? An alley? Not only was she not expecting it, what with his clothing and the way he carried himself, she immediately went into survival mode. What if this was all a ruse and he planned on killing and robbing her, or worse? Or what if he was running some underground gang and this was how they got their marks, by luring them into deserted alleyways and then taking whatever they could get their hands on? She shook her head, slowly sliding her hand into her bag until she felt the cold metal of the mace's container brush against her fingers.

"I'll be fine," She thought to herself as they moved deeper into the alley. "If he tries something I'll just spray this at his face and run back to the street. He won't be able to do anything with a crowd of witnesses standing about. But what if it's more than one guy?" That's what truly terrified her. She knew her limits, knew she could fight him off if needed, but a group of three to four more, all of wwhich could have any number of weapons? That was a different scenario altogether and not one she wanted to face.

She continued down the alleyway in spite of her doubts however. Mainly because she wanted to see just where this all led. After several minutes of walking, they had apparently reached their destination as the man in front of her stopped and pulled a small key out of his pocket, which he the proceeded to use on the strangest sculpture she'd ever seen. It was a six-sided pillar, sort of slate-gray in color, with odd symbols on each of its faces, and a handle embedded just beneath the one that was engraved on its front. Or what she assumed was its front anyway. It was hard to tell really.

Though the fact that this thing was just sitting here and that this guy happened to have a key wasn't what surprised her the most out of all this. No, rather it was what she saw when he opened the door that shocked her most. It was a room, one far larger than what the exterior should have been able to logically contain, at the center of which sat some highly advanced and alien looking device with a glowing cylinder running through it from ceiling to floor. Two more things that shouldn't have been possible now that she thought of it. The floor was far too deep and the ceiling far too high for it to have been even remotely connected to the sculpture around it...

Yet here it was.

"I'll be just a minute." Trevan said, snapping her out of her reverie.

"A-alright." She stammered, still in shock from everything she'd just seen. "It's bigger on the inside... But... How?"

Trevan returned a few seconds later carrying a bag full of native currency that he then handed to her.

"Well. There it is, as I promised." He said, nodding at it.

"Y-yeah. There it is..." The woman muttered, her eyes still transfixed on the strange structure behind him, her mind busy trying to figure out how it worked. No, not just worked, how it even existed to begin with. Trevan blinked before casting a brief glance back towards the ship from over his shoulder, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he took hold of the handle and pulled the door shut, locking it with his key. The woman blinked, the glow from the ships interior having been replaced by the shadowy darkness of the alley once more.

"W-what the hell is that?" She asked, finally coming back to her senses, or what was left of them anyway.

"That-" Trevan began, placing two fingers against the sides of her right temple. "is none of your concern."

And with that, she was out.

Quickly catching her as she fell, Trevan scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the back of the alley where he hid her unconscious body behind a dumpster. Not exactly the most ideal place, but she wouldn't be found by any passersby with ill intent, and its not as if he could have gone back into the store carrying a passed out woman. That would have compromised his mission here, or delayed its completion by a great deal at any rate. And he couldn't have that. Not with so many lives depending on him. Stepping away from her, he quickly returned to his TARDIS, which slowly faded out of existence with a droning wheeze.

And then silence fell, one that was only broken by the sounds of nearby traffic and far off construction...

The TARDIS was gone.