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#chemicalmorality — an independent, semi-selective, multiversal & canon-divergent roleplay blog for the rani from doctor who. crossover and oc friendly. penned by zazie, (est/edt).
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I promise this blog is not abandoned I'm just busy right now! I will try to answer things soon.
I'll be back on soon. Feeling a little writer's block.
bc of how assured the rani is of her own success she is often so so so cringefail and its important to me tht people acknowledge that. her plans never work because there's one variable that evades her - not because she's stupid or bad at what she does, but bc she doesn't take things like feelings into account - or her plan DOES work but in such a way that it immediately backfires on her so hard. she trusts that "lesser" species will automatically defer to her, to her detriment - the instant they can blow everything up in her face, they do. she's a scientist whose experiments constantly explode and leave her singed and holding a shattered test tube. and she stands there looking affronted for a second before getting cracking on a new one that will definitely also explode
I need to update my muse description I think. I will get to that eventually. I also need to make a verse description page...
Pity. A quiet, darkly sarcastic tone in the back of her mind remarked. Here I was, thinking things were going swimmingly. ❝ Likewise, I trust you understand that should you break our agreement, that I will not hesitate to bring the full weight of this organisation down on your head! ❞ Calculated as it may be, it was still an immense risk. One that could cost many people their lives if it went horribly wrong. Her staff. Her entire planet.
Kate had tried to minimise casualties where she could, stave off unnecessary deaths over the years. It didn't change the fact that good people had died in the past because of her own mistakes. This could prove to be the worst mistake of all. Or, we could have a little more faith in our decision, the same voice in the back of her mind had returned, bringing with it more than a dry, unhelpful little retort this time. Grudgingly, she had to admit that that voice did have a point. She had to trust in this choice
Besides, she was bound to meet far greater opposition to this idea than just her own. Kate pursed her lips at the thought, arms folded against her chest. One step at a time. She cleared her throat, going on as if she and her newest recruit had not just exchanged thinly veiled threats mere seconds ago. Kate watched her carefully. The Rani. She had met a few Time Lords over the years; they varied in many ways, but there were always some similarities that she knew she to expect.
Firstly, they were all incredibly clever; the Rani was no exception. Secondly? They all did exactly what suited them. Humans were beneath them in their minds. That never changed. Not even amongst the most magnanimous of the lot. Lastly, and most interestingly of all, they seemed to struggle to adapt to a human way of life. For all their talk of being above humanity, they floundered on Earth. It was almost laughable.
❝ You'll need to give us a day or so to set aside a private laboratory space. I'll assume you'll want to stay in your TARDIS? I have no issue with that, as long as it and you remain on UNIT grounds. You will not be cleared for the field under any circumstances unless I'm there to keep an eye on things...and you'll need an alias, of course, a-a cover. ❞
The Rani narrowed her eyes at the remark Stewart made about staying on UNIT grounds. She hadn't expected much freedom, but being forcibly confined to a single place made her antsy. She was not prone to flights of fancy, but she was prideful, and having her movements restricted was something she wasn't used to.
"As much as I hate to admit it, my TARDIS won't be going anywhere for a minimum of two years, and that's assuming nothing goes wrong in the meantime, which it inevitably will. So yes, it will be staying on UNIT premises. But as for me...Kate Stewart, surely you don't expect me to remain on UNIT grounds without leaving for a full two years?"
She had little interest in general travel, but she refused to be treated as a prisoner when they both knew that, in the end, she was an anomaly that couldn't be contained. Beyond that, what did Stewart expect her to do if she did leave the premises? Randomly kill a civilian for fun? What would be the point?
"As for an alias..."
She trailed off, pausing to consider. She didn't know many human names. Did 'Rani' work as a last name? She vaguely remembered 'Rani' being a name that some of the people who lived in the southern parts of the Asian continent used on this planet.
What would be her first, then? Ushas? She wasn't against using her true name on principal, though she wondered if it was too personal. She wanted to distance herself from her time trapped on this planet, not embed herself in it.
She came to a decision. It was just a name - there was no point in worrying over meaningless matters.
"Ushas Rani."
"let's handle this thing logically."
(for whichever master you're in the mood to write. my general idea sending this meme is that the rani and the master are being forced to cooperate and it's not going well so far lol.)
"Right" The Master started, he wasn't thrilled to be trapped with the Rani where he was force to work together. But he also wasn't stupid enough to not at least try to help, at least for both of their benefit " I assume you already have a grand idea on how to leave this place?"
The Rani declined to answer, which was an answer in and of itself. She scanned the room; it was nearly empty, clean. It seemed to be constructed by some sort of strange alloy, similar to the material needed to construct a zero room but not quite. Whoever had gone to the trouble of taking them there was clearly technologically proficient.
She had woken up in the room only a few minutes prior, with no idea how she'd gotten there, only to find the Master in a similar predicament to her own. The last thing she remembered was walking in a market to purchase some produce. Had her memory been wiped somehow? To do that to a Time Lord, who had innate psychic defenses, would be quite a feat.
At the very least, so far, their conditions were hospitable. The temperature was perfect, they had been given beds, water and food, and there hadn't been any threats made against them yet. If anything, though, that made the Rani even more uneasy. She had no idea what their captors wanted, and so she couldn't make a good plan to counter them.
"...For now, we wait. We need more information in order to make a plan."
The Master chuckled at her question, as if she were silly for even asking it. Didn't she know him? He knew they hadn't been as close to one another as he had once been with the Doctor, but having been among Gallifrey's most infamous villains, wasn't there at least some connection?
He feigned hurt. "Oh dear. Rani. Stone cold as usual. I thought you knew me --- death doesn't suit me. You could almost say Death and I have a little deal with one another." It wasn't a lie. "I always survive."
A smile came to his face, finding joy in annoying her as he decided to catch her up on the last time since they'd seen each other. Ah...it was always great to see old friends again. "Managed to escape Gallifrey and ran to the ends of the Earth, using a Fob watch and a Chameleon arch to disguise myself. Had a run in with the Doctor, regenerated, ran for Prime Minister, died, came back and then fought the High Council, and then escaped again. All a long story really, must tell you over some other time, but I'm here now." He paused, sitting down in a chair, acting as if he were excited for her to spill the tea. "And what about you? Still finding creatures for your experiments?"
At least one thing he couldn't deny was how brilliant she had always been.
She raised an eyebrow at his explanation, not commenting yet. The summary of his plan made it seem overly complicated and full of holes, ultimately doomed to fail - in other words, characteristic of the Master. Beyond that, she assumed there were probably things he was leaving out. Whenever the Doctor and the Master were concerned, there were rarely simple answers.
She wanted to ask about how he'd even met the High Council after Gallifrey had burned, but she doubted he'd tell her the truth. Theories rushed through her head. How could they have emerged from the time lock? They would need some sort of beacon, or a physical connection - likely both...no, it wasn't worth thinking about. She was sure she'd learn the truth eventually. She was practiced when it came to waiting.
"When I need to. Though Miasimiagoria and I have parted ways, there is an endless supply of test subjects in the universe. Some better than others."
One thing she missed about Miasimiagoria was the convenience. But it had been long enough that she'd gotten used to travelling again when she needed to collect materials or find new test subjects. She didn't mind it. Her TARDIS was more than enough for her.
In the wake of the war, the familiarity of it was something that anchored her, even if she was loathe to admit it. The constant violence had hardened her edges until some gave way, leaving a few of her nerves unguarded. It hadn't been long for her. She wondered how long it had been for him. A few years? A few decades? It wasn't as though it really mattered in the end. She would live so long a life that this brief lapse of uncertainty and unease would eventually be forgotten. It seemed, at least, that the Master was dealing with his own wounds in his predictably unhinged way. If she was a better person, perhaps she might have asked how he was doing, but she doubted he wanted her to ask those kinds of questions.
"What's your next move, then?"
It was obvious she knew who her parent was, only leaving Kira to stand there silently nodding as she heard the groaning. It didn't faze her now to how others might react whenever she revealed her parentage, but if you had met her back then during the Academy, it may have.
She couldn't tell if the Rani was a childhood friend or enemy of her father, but either way, the name did not ring a bell for her.
"Yeah... that's typically how other's react when I bring it up. Either way, It's a pleasure to meet you, Rani." She paused, glancing around. "So...what brings you to this planet? Are you working on an experiment?" To say she wasn't intrigued would be an understatement.
Whatever plans she had in making her telescope could wait. Kira was more interested in figuring out what the Rani was up to. Especially if she was someone who knew her father. She definitely had to be a childhood friend of sorts. No one else would react in such a way if they that weren't the case.
The Rani paused for a moment, taking in Kira's words. At the very least, she was well mannered - a trait she clearly didn't get from her father - which the Rani could somewhat appreciate.
At the very least, this was proving to be interesting. The Rani liked to think herself above mundanities like gossip, but even she fell victim to social curiosity from time to time, though she was loathe to admit it.
"I'm collecting parts. The current equipment I've been working with has been inadequate in making precise calculations for the data I'm collecting in my current experiment, so I'm constructing a replacement."
She gave Kira a scrutinizing look briefly.
"You assumed I was here to collect you? I'm assuming that means you left Gallifrey without approval. Why?"
The Rani had little care for her home planet, but it was rare for someone who studied for as long as was required to become a Time Lord to run away. Of course, there were exceptions to the general rule, and for better or for worse the Rani had been surrounded by those who would grow up to be those exceptions during her youth.
Though, she mused, I suppose I count as an exception too. Even if I hadn't been banished I doubt I would have stayed for much longer.
Ok, so I'm going to focus on getting replies done on current threads, and then I'll go and focus on starters if I have remaining energy. If not, I'll get to those when I can.
The Doctor kept his eyes on her as she spoke. "I mean, I could do that." He told her. "But it isn't really my job anymore to that." The Doctor added. He didn't add anymore to that. But he was just getting on with things now. He wasn't The Doctor who was going around saving the universe anymore.
He looked at what she had in her hands and wondered why she had all those parts. He didn't have to wait long for her to explain why.
"For starters, do not call this planet that." The Doctor told her. This place was pretty much home to now, and even before now he would call it home. "As for your TARDIS, I will help." He said. She was right that he would be able to keep an eye on her while he helped her. And the sooner he did that, the sooner she would leave.
She tilted her head, ignoring his scolding. Not his job anymore. What a strange sentence from the mouth of someone so usually infuriatingly self-righteous.
"Not your job anymore? What does that mean? Given up on being a hero, Doctor?"
She started to walk out of the shop, gesturing for him to follow her. They could walk and talk - it would be more efficient that way.
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