a bastion of morality

"we only live, only suspire, consumed by either fire or fire" Genevieve "Gene" Laverna Companion to The Master An independent and highly selective Doctor Who OC roleplay, penned by Ink, sideblog to anywherexwhen

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an independent, highly selective original character roleplay blog for Genevieve "Gene" Laverna, companion to The Master, based on BBC’s Doctor Who

penned by ink || 30 || she/her sideblog to anywherexwhen

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[sclfmastery]

❝  i don’t think you’re weak,  by the way.  in fact,  in some ways you have strengths i’d never be able to possess.  ❞ -from @incangencence

"And yet here I am, deemed a poor gambler indeed, by the self-appointed arbiter of moral high grounds and fair play. Tell me, Geni, how do you, the so-called 'weak' one, continue on when you've one heart and it's broken? I have let my heartbreak define me for eons, and I am on the floor again."

[incangencence]

She was quiet for a while, leaning with both hands against the TARDIS console, not meeting her timelord’s eyes as she considered the question. It was like this every time they crossed The Doctor’s path — a constant pattern of collision and shatter. She was starting to hate the renegade almost as much as The Master adored him. But she knew better than to get in the way of their games. She played her part; kept up, so she wouldn’t end up as so much more collateral damage, just another name on a list of corpses left in their wake that could have wrapped around the Milky Way at least twice. Stayed close at hand, ready to inevitably pick up the pieces, once the two titans had finished smashing one another to bits…

“I don’t look back.”

She picked at her cuticle, avoiding those deep, aching eyes. “… you are… remarkably brilliant at picking people whose number one talent is running away, you know that? People who run so far and so fast, they don’t have time to process the fact they’re bleeding. … I’m not strong enough to do what you do. Live in the hurt. You’ve got two hearts, I pretend I haven’t even got one. He knocks you to the floor, over and over… and you keep getting back up. That’s strength. That’s… amazing. I haven’t even admitted I’ve fallen over. Is that really what you’d want?”

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ooc: If I were to… eeeever so gently… poke my head up from the absolute chaos that has been life lately… would any of my mutuals be interested in playing?

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Watching more Classic Who… and all I can think of is how Gene would react to some of Delgado’s schemes 😂

[sees a full cover rubber face mask] “Ew. I’m not wearing that.”

[sees his luxury cars for touring around between shenanigans] “THIS is what I’m here for!”

She’s such a brat

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ooc: One audiobook down… two to go… but at least the next two I have SIGNIFICANTLY more time for, so I should be back online later this week!

In other news… I have been making my way through Classic Who for the first time… and MY KINGDOM FOR A DELGADO MASTER!

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ooc: 😂 well I just made the mistake of looking at my email after being away for a month… It’s great to have projects again but… holy SHIT

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The girl wrinkled up her nose. “Did you bust your brain or something? Cause that didn’t sound like English. Or even Spanish or nothin’,” she informed him, watching curiously as he spit out dirt and rubbed at his bleeding nose. “We got bandaids at my house, but my auntie said don’t bring nothin’ home no more after the thing with the frog, so if you want one, I gotta go get it and come back.”

She gripped the braid between her teeth, giggling as she shook her head, the other braid whipping back and forth with the motion. “You didn’t trip. I SAW you. You fell outta the sky. Like… like…” She twisted her fingers into the fabric of her shirt. The black tshirt was just a little too small for her, even though she couldn’t have been more than six or seven years old, and the image on it was so faded it looked more like a rusty smear than any sort of logo. Her jeans were long, and frayed, and streaked with mud, and her socks peeking out from beneath them were covered in purple and orange flowers. Her sneakers, which had seemingly been discarded, lay underneath the swingset several feet away. “Like a dead bird!” she decided. “It’s okay though. It only looked stupid to me, cause I’m the only one who saw.”

[dreamswideawake]

The Poet sniffed, trying not to gag at the strong scent of iron that followed. "No, I didn't...bust my brain as you put it. But, you are right. It wasn't English or Spanish..." He dabbed at his nose, then folded up his handkerchief and placed it back in his pocket. "... it was Finnish. I'm from Finland."

Sighing, he combed his fingers through his hair and looked at the girl properly. She was very little, Poet suspected around six or seven, and her clothes were care-worn and muddied. When his gaze flicked to her feet, he was surprised to find she wasn't wearing shoes and he quickly glanced around to see if he could spot them anywhere. Unable to gauge anything from the current distance, concern began to blossom in his chest. Even if she wasn't his child, he was reminded of Esteri.

"Ah," he smiled tightly at himself, embarrassed. "You saw me, then? That's...unfortunate, and I'll have you know I fall with style, darling. Nothing stupid about it!"

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"I don't know what that is," the little girl informed him bluntly, still chewing on her braid. Her dark eyes lit up, and she stared at him curiously. "Does that mean you're a mermaid or something? Mermaids have fins. But your hair's too short, and you were in the sky, so maybe you're not I guess... Plus, you're a loooooong way away from the ocean. My auntie says we got one, but it's over by Queens, or sometimes even Brooklyn, and nobody goes over there cause the subway takes FOREVER. We got a river though! I can show you! You just gotta be careful crossing the highway, cause the cars go real fast..."

She nodded enthusiastically, and let out a whistle, like a bomb falling out of the air, followed by a miniature explosion, blinking at him expectantly. "How come you fell out of the sky? Were you in a plane crash or something?"

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“Upset? No! Why should I be upset?” She doesn’t look at him, letting him squirm under the frost of her cold shoulder. Manipulation at its finest. Well. Alright, maybe not its finest, but she’s sulky, and trying not to let it boil over into genuine anger. Mostly at herself. She really does have a type. What had she wished for? Something for herself? Oh, the Universe did love its little jokes… She can’t get depressed about this — not now, she’s managed a perfect smoky eye and having the good jealous cry she deserves will only ruin it. She opts for pouting.

“I just have to accept that, when it comes to us, I’ll always be second in your affections to this little Crow-ette. Like Superman and Wonder Woman. The Scarecrow and the Side Chick. Honestly, if I had a nickel for every man in my life who was obsessed with his so-called nemesis…”

[sscarecrow-archive]

"She's not—"

He falters, mouth still agape, mid-sentence. He exhales something of a sigh. Becky is... She's supposed to join him. That's the aim. Prove her wrong, she's no better than him, she's just as awful and wrong and wicked. And. Perhaps they've been intimate. Hrm.

It's a bit hard to sound convincing that she isn't some sort of... Paramour. Which is mind-boggling for Jonathan to realize how this looks.

"You aren't second." There's a squirm in his chest. Desperation. He's fighting the urge to catastrophize (she'll leave him, he deserves it, she's going to get rid of him for this). "Please don't— don't say that. Genevieve, you are first and foremost."

[incangencence]

She's not.

She knows she isn't, and never will be. She is all too familiar with the steps of this particular three-way tango. Gene has been dancing it all her life. Her mother and father. The Master and The Doctor. Jonathan and Rebecca. And Gene. Always a touch to the side -- a tangential partner stealing steps between the couple whirling at the center of the spotlight.

"... are you in love with her?" It comes out quiet, uncharacteristically fragile. But she has the luxury of fragility with Jon. He has so thoroughly stripped her of her masks, her games -- has twisted the intense heat of this very same spotlight on her, so why shouldn't she ask him in return? "If you could have her, you would, wouldn't you?"

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :     ARKHAM CITY .   」   * change pronouns as needed . 

then, beloved, you will have to die. 

you should have joined us.

you’re not safe here. 

i will kill the only person you have ever loved.

you should have killed me.

i thought you loved me. 

where the hell have you been? i thought you were dead.

all i had to do was turn a blind eye.

please, ___. for me? 

if you can hear this, please help!

i did what you said. 

and then she said, “not even with yours.”

what? you mean she’s telling the truth?

do we have a deal?

well in that case it seems we can strike a deal. 

i should kill you. 

no kiss? i’m kind of disappointed. 

you’ll never forgive yourself.

is a girl’s work never done?

well, what do we have here?

you stick to the brooding. i’ll handle the wisecracks.

you need to think this through. 

have you considered that all of this is your fault?

get your hands off me!

look at what you’ve done.

he’s already dead to me.

i don’t do second chances. 

you’ve become what you’ve always fought against.

i will stop you.

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ooc: [pokes head up from the abyss] Hello! Not dead... Gonna drop some memes on the dash and then dive into drafts here and on @tempusxrosa...

[julielilac]

They are terrible. I love them. :3

[teeth--rot]

i’m free on thursday if you wanna start a toxic codependent thing

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ooc: I have the whole house to myself tonight and I have never known such peace 😭

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Interaction Roulette

FINALLY feeling like a person again post-travel! Come and take advantage! Like this post and I’ll either send you a starter, drop something in your inbox, or a mysterious third thing that I have yet to figure out!

[incangencence]

"Close your eyes. I don't want you to see me do this."//sclfmastery

[protective starters || accepting]

“I want to watch.”

Tears streamed down her face, slow and thick. Oh. That was new. Crying was new. Death wasn’t something to cry about — not the way he did it. She never cried when they killed someone. Not since the beginning, anyway. Certainly not over a couple of strangers.

And that’s all they were, really.

Strangers.

Gene stared at the couple forced to kneeling on the ground before her. She could hardly see them for the tears. Everything felt… disjointed. Disconnected. Strangely out of body. Like a damaged film reel jump skipping and stuttering back and forth through scenes. Images burning themselves into her brain in scattered pieces.

The ropes cutting into their wrists.

Rumpled clothes. They might have been nice once, but that had been a long time ago. Now they were wrinkled… dirty… out of date and trying too hard…

The start of wrinkles, and the gaunt, haunted look about the eyes — like they could see their youth passing them by and it scared them half to death…

Blood she had put in her father’s mouth when she hit him, the side of his face weltering into a dark, livid bruise…

She looked so much like her mother, it hurt.

Strangers. Kneeling in the dark.

They’d killed plenty of strangers before.

“I w-… w-want to watch.” She stepped closer, her expression oddly blank, tears still streaming. “I want to see the look on their faces. I want them to see how much you love me.”

[incangencence]

"Am I allowed to ask who you're protecting me from?" //fearsewn

[protective starters || accepting]

“My Timelord.”

She practically purred the phrase, a sly smirk crossing her face. Gene sauntered over to the door to the laboratory — locked it — and turned to press her back against it, grinning at the doctor.

“We have plans for this city, Dr. Crane. Big plans. For which we would be very grateful for your assistance. But you must admit, you have something of a reputation… and my Timelord can be quite… protective. I’m doing all three of us the favor of not giving him the opportunity to Send A Message.”

[incangencence]

ooc: Home at last. So… so tired…