The TARDIS materialized in a corner of Purgatory, William stepped out, pulling on his stitched jacket, behind, Tom followed, his black long jacket swayed in the breeze as he smelled the sour scent wafting from the adjacent alleyway.
"What kinda cat we looking for?" Tom asked who they're looking for as William glanced around, the neon lighting above illuminating his pale face and dark eyes, shading his dark hair.
William briefly turned his head as he thoughtfully says, "A human looking man with illuminating blue eyes."
The characteristic that stood out's the eyes and William's able to narrow the scope of their search with what his contact managed to find.
Confident, William hoped to find the fresh trail leading them directly to the mysterious man, who Tom questioned the legitimacy of his supposed 'gifts,' but William remained hopeful.
"What if this cat won't help?" Tom questions what William planned on doing as he followed his younger brother through the neon streets of Purgatory, filled with every dirty book store ever to grace this part of the galaxy, on top of the bars and everything else.
As he walks, William continued conversing with his brother, stating, "I'll make him."
Don't know how he'll do it, but William's desperate enough to do anything to get closure to his quest.
As William led them to the first location that his contact heard was the recent sighting of the strange man, his dark eyes narrowed as he marched through the crowds of people of various species.
Hard to name them all, but they're the party types, that's all William knew, and they hardly paid any attention to the only two humans on Purgatory, too drunk or on some sort of red sand variant that they hardly noticed where they're walking.
Surprisingly, Tom wasn't shocked at all at the sight, that William had to ask him how long he searched for him, leading Tom to tell him, "To tell the truth, Willy, I didn't think I'd see your ugly face until tonight. The cats I was with was nice enough to lent a hand helping me get away from there, so I just went in the wind, 'till I found you."
In his usual ways, Tom explained that on top of the stories their parents told them when they were younger, he got a head start on a new life away from their childhood home, met some people who were kind enough to help him find his footing, and since, he's taken to becoming a singer of sorts, a bluesy kind, maybe, nothing egregious, Tom took a shine to some of the old records their parents collected.
Started off in seedy bars, working out what genre he wants to pursue, the lyrics he writes with a bottle of jack in his other hand, enlightenment that never came to him until, now, something that he never experienced after hardships in his life.
Wrote a couple of songs after their parents to start, gained a couple of fans from his early shows with them, and since, Tom's slowly gaining fame as the Devil, due to him purely wandering the worlds over, and playing his songs at whatever bars or pubs let him.
Might even go for a proper stage name, who knows, he's working things out as he goes, but so far, it's working, even getting steady jobs that keep him fed.
"I'm saving worlds and you're a… a… some kind of folksy singer?" William raised his fine brow at the thought that his own brother, who gotten into more fights, and hardly touched books, took a shine to singing and writing his own song lyrics, whist William's the opposite, having tried staying out of fights if he can, has a vast collection of books he reads through periodically, and he wouldn't hear himself sing drunk much less write out a stanza sober!
Shrugging his shoulders, Tom expressed, "I took the route of spiritual enlightenment, Willy. Should try it sometime, maybe it'll shrink your forehead!"
Although, William didn't want the spiritual enlightenment if it meant his voice becomes hoarse and gravely.
Arriving at the last known location of the strange man, William fixed himself, gussying himself up, prepared to enter the building, one of the only classy places on Purgatory, a fancy restaurant with enough high-end alcohol that it hires its own security to keep the unruly out.
Perfect place for a man, like him, if the descriptions of him wearing a business suit meant anything, and William would've easily embarked his adventure by going through the golden doors, he's stopped.
Those security guards weren't just well-dressed men that looked like the patrons inside, they're armed to the teeth, too, and William found himself on the business end of their weapons, as one barked at him, demanding to know his name, his pass to the Rouge, and William's struck with the realization that telling them he's the Doctor wouldn't garner positive reactions.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the psychic paper to fool them into thinking he's a guest of the Rouge, due to the age wearing them out finally, and the lies told that shorted them out, until finally, he really did have a blank paper.
"Re-la-la-ax, you tom cats, I'm just here for a show, he's my temporary manager," Tom spoke up, his gravely voice silenced the discord and the security guards looked in awe as they see Tom standing there, a lit cigarette in his hand, the burning ember lit up his dark eyes, like pinprick orbs.
Throwing his weight as the Devil, Tom convinced the security guards that he came to play a show for the patrons of the Rouge, unexpectedly, per his title.
"It's the Devil in the flesh!" William heard one of the security guards muster as he and his brother were let inside the Rouge, taking a different characteristic than the outside where it looked like an '80s sci-fi flick.
Elegant, refined, hard to picture that when it's him and his brother walking through, where more security guards stopped them, telling Tom where the stage was, and he thanked them, before they disappeared through the red drapes.
"Okay, Willy, you do your thing and I'll do mine," Tom tells William to hurry and find anything pointing him in the right direction while Tom sings.
He's notorious for doing short shows, unless he's got that passion that drives nails in his head that he can't help but keep singing.
"Fine. I'll meet you back here, er, h-how did you know they'd let us in?" William asked how his brother knew that the security guards would've let them in if they knew he was the Devil and Tom gave him an impish grin as he replies, "Like they said, I'm the Devil, in the flesh!"
With that, the brothers separated, and William began searching for the person his contact said would know more about the strange man with illuminating eyes.
His contact gave him the name and general description, Silurian, can't be too many that warrant a presence in the Rouge, so he shouldn't have trouble finding the only Silurian inside.
Keeping to the corners and avoiding unnecessary contact with people within the Rouge that risked exposing him as fraudulent, William scoured, peering at every person he can see from where he stood, trying to find the Silurian that his contact said could potentially give insight on what he needed.
Overhead, William heard the MC call attention the arrival of his brother and the crowd in the round tables cheered at his presence, apparently his brother's got fans in the crowd, as he heard the MC describe his brother.
"He's got the voice of the Devil. He'll read you like the Bible, chew you up and spit you out, and if you ain't careful, you might catch him at night!" proclaimed the MC as he calmed the excited patrons of the Rouge watching the sight unfold. "He'll swallow your souls, if you don't watch!"
Sounded like Tom had fun coming up with intros to his shows.
While his brother began singing, playing on a piano provided, and a backup band following his tune, William scoured until he came across a table where there's only person sitting, wearing an elegant black dress and veil covering her face.
It's a gamble, but William had to try.
Swallowing the air trapped in his throat, the scrawny man wearing a dark stitched tweed coat braved going towards the lone woman, watching his brother sing one of his patters.
She didn't register his presence and before William worked up the courage to talk to her, she immediately spoke out, asking if he's who she thinks he is, and he weakly affirmed that he's the Doctor.
The woman granted him a seat at her table, across from her, and he sees the table adorned in an elegant pattern, in front of the woman, the plate of some of the most expensive food on Purgatory, and a glass of wine.
"I know why you're here," said the woman as she shifted in her spot, the black veil shimmered as it moved.
William responded with, "You know where I can find him?"
He felt those irritated eyes on him as the woman sternly said, "I told your friend before, it isn't wise, and I'm telling you. Don't look for him."
Shaking his head, William says, "I can't. I have to find out the truth. Please, he's my only chance."
Reaching for her glass, the woman grew quiet for a few minutes as she drank, resting her half-drunk glass onto the pearl coaster.
"You can't trust him," the woman warns him.
Raising his fine brow, William asks how the woman knew about the strange man, and she says that she became aware of him many years ago.
Always in the corner of her eyes, knew that she saw him clear as day, a strange man indeed, but there's something to him, a dark side, that the woman says that William shouldn't trust him.
"I doubt he even is a man," the woman questioned if the strange man was even a man, at all, a creature passing himself off as one, perhaps.
Her hesitation in telling him more, William sunk in his chair, as he felt a numbing sensation on his tongue, while the woman called out, "What is it you're looking for, this truth?"
William hesitated talking to her about his private life, knowing that in the big book, describing personal lives isn't wise, due to the fears of retribution, but the woman coaxed him, anyway, telling him that she's aware that he isn't the Doctor like he propped himself up as, hinting she knew more than she let on.
The numbness went away instantly and William coughed before speaking of his mother's death, how he's sure she was murdered, and it shocked the woman as she revealed her face to him from underneath the black veil, indeed a Silurian, not a variant he encountered.
It looked like she wanted to say something, but changed her mind, instead saying, "You cannot trust him. If you go to him and ask him to show you what you seek, he will want something in return, and often he will want something more than what you asked."
Warning him, the woman says that the strange man won't help William out of charity, he'll always want something for the help, and it's not money he wants, either.
"Be careful what you wish for!" William heard the woman warn him.