[ He shouldn’t be surprised that he’s turned into a toad. Even with two thousand years and then some under his belt, many absurd firsts have happened to him. The prospect of brand new things is what gets him out of bed every day. Or rather, it would if he slept – but you get the idea. However as he sits there croaking (you guessed it) furiously, he can say with certainty that this is a first he’d prefer never to experience again.
Magic is a difficult thing for him to wrap his mind around. Time Lords are analytical. Structurical in their nature and thinking. Magic is all whimsy, not even suitable fodder for looming stories because that only encourages behaviours that are decidedly not practically immortal beings that oversee time. Then again, he’s never been your typical Time Lord and in other circumstances (read: if someone else were turned into a toad in front of him) might find this fascinating but alas, old habits die hard. But maybe it’s less that he doesn’t understand magic and more like he’s just upset about being turned into a toad. Somewhere from the pile of clothing on the floor, an annoyed Scottish voice sounds as Miang-si’s cackle fades as she’s paraded further down the street. ]
Why am I the only one who’s been turned into a toad?
[ Or maybe you’ve missed the show of a Time Lord being transformed into a toad completely.
He’s somehow escaped the confines of whatever house he’d been in, determined as ever to continue in his understanding of this strange world. Lack of height and needing to stay moist aren’t road blockers for him! A cat hunting toads in the streets though? He hadn’t seen that one coming. You might hear something that sounds like a cry for help – or maybe it’s a Scottish sounding man yelling at a cat to stay away. But when you look around, you’ll only be greeted with a toad leaping as if his life depended on it into your bag/coat pocket/atop your head before a cat comes careening around the corner towards you. ]
— among us
Magic is a difficult thing for him to wrap his mind around. Time Lords are analytical. Structurical in their nature and thinking. Magic is all whimsy, not even suitable fodder for looming stories because that only encourages behaviours that are decidedly not practically immortal beings that oversee time. Then again, he’s never been your typical Time Lord and in other circumstances (read: if someone else were turned into a toad in front of him) might find this fascinating but alas, old habits die hard. But maybe it’s less that he doesn’t understand magic and more like he’s just upset about being turned into a toad. Somewhere from the pile of clothing on the floor, an annoyed Scottish voice sounds as Miang-si’s cackle fades as she’s paraded further down the street. ]
Why am I the only one who’s been turned into a toad?
[ Or maybe you’ve missed the show of a Time Lord being transformed into a toad completely.
He’s somehow escaped the confines of whatever house he’d been in, determined as ever to continue in his understanding of this strange world. Lack of height and needing to stay moist aren’t road blockers for him! A cat hunting toads in the streets though? He hadn’t seen that one coming. You might hear something that sounds like a cry for help – or maybe it’s a Scottish sounding man yelling at a cat to stay away. But when you look around, you’ll only be greeted with a toad leaping as if his life depended on it into your bag/coat pocket/atop your head before a cat comes careening around the corner towards you. ]