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The Gallifreyan previously known as Gilgalexarchivumamagus was tired of the Division’s bullshit.
Gilgalexarchivumamagus, or Gilgalex as he was called by his friends - if he still had any - was so hopeful when he first joined the Division (or the Celestial Intervention Agency as the “Old Guard” called it. Something about paradoxes and “the changing times” led to the name change but that was long before he signed up). They promised him that he’d bring about real change, a chance to ignore Gallifrey’s idiotic non-interference and make the universe a better place. Gilgalex had been too young and naive to see that it was too good to be true.
He remembers those fateful words that The Other first said when she recruited him. “I'm offering you a life of mystery and misery, of loneliness and adventure. More than that, I'm offering you an opportunity to make a difference, to save the world every week, twice before Friday.” A pitch like that, how could he refuse?
Sadly, as usual, reality disappointed him. Instead of fighting vampires and outsmarting the Angels, most of the time Gilgalex worked on mountains of paperwork and compiled reports for the rest of the Division. On the rare cases he did get to go out to see the world he usually got stuck with those two idiot new recruits, the Master and the Doctor.
That’s the other thing that annoyed Gilgalex, the use of renegade names. In Gallifreyan society, names were important, a showcase of one’s legacy. But because the High Council started getting really into “plausible deniability,” he wasn’t even allowed to keep his own name anymore. Instead they wanted all members of the Division to take up renegade names, usually reserved for traitors, so that if they were ever caught the High Council could just pretend that they were a few rebellious Gallifreyans independently meddling with time. Gilgalex had no proof, but he was certain that they also wanted to make sure that none of the Division’s members could look into the histories of any of their coworkers.
Gilgalex wasn’t sure why the others chose their names, though he had his theories. The Other was their boss, and almost certainly chose that name to seem more mysterious, and to her credit it did match her rather off putting nature. The same couldn’t be said for the Master, whose name only emphasized the delusions of grandeur the kid had about his future. Why they let a scrappy punk who barely looked a day over 50 take a name like that Gilgalex had no idea. Then there was the Doctor. The young lass, not much older than the Master, was clearly the more idealistic of the two. It was pretty clear to Gilgalex that she chose that name as a promise to help. Whether that promise was to herself or to someone else, Gilgalex had no idea. In some ways, she was more mysterious than the Other, somehow being able to change her face whenever dealt a fatal wound. Gilgalex was sure there was some kind of reason why she could do that but he didn’t ask questions. He wasn’t paid enough to ask those kinds of questions.
As for Gilgalex, he chose a name that was much more ironic. Rather than promises of mystery, grandeur or kindness, Gilgalex chose a name that was reminiscent of all of the paperwork and archiving he had to do on a daily basis: The Librarian.
“Oi! Librarian!” Gilgalex looked up from his daydreaming and saw the Master standing there, entitled as always, glaring down at him. “Did you hear what I just said? The Other wants to speak with you in her office.”
Gilgalex sighed. She was probably upset with him over how he formatted last week’s report. It wasn’t HIS fault that the usual software was down so he had to write it out by hand.
“Alright alright I’m on it. Where’s the Doctor?”
The Master rolled his eyes. Clearly not amused about how much I associate the two of them with one another.
“She had to clean up the canteen with that mutt,” the Master muttered, referring to the new friend that the Doctor made during last week’s mission, a Lupari named Karvanista, “I told her that getting another one of her strays to join our cause would have consequences, but she never listens.”
Gilgalex couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Given the mundanity of the Librarian’s day to day life, he learned to appreciate breaks from his boredom. While they were annoying and often very, VERY foolish, the Doctor and Master were interesting characters to say the least, and the days have been more eventful since they joined.
Letting the Master vent while he got ready for his meeting, the Librarian slowly packed his trusty messenger bag and rebuttoned up his vest. Bidding farewell to his coworker, he went off to the Other’s office.