Oh, I've got the whole universe.

Oh, I've got the whole universe. Planets to save, civilizations to rescue, creatures to defeat... & an awful lot of running to do. TRACKED TAG: renascentias [INDEPENDENT DOCTOR WHO RP FOR JENNY, THE DOCTOR'S DAUGHTER. MULTIFANDOM, MULTISHIP.]

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personal quotes to brighten your day!

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Sentence Meme [ 25 short sentences ]

• But… • I love you. • Please. • I don’t. • I hate you. • We can’t. • Idiot. • I can’t. • Talk to me. • Go away. • You okay? • Fuck me. • I wouldn’t. • Don’t. • Fine. • Marry me. • We shouldn’t. • I will. • I won’t. • Let’s get drunk. • I do. • It’s over. • Fuck you. • Stop. • I shouldn’t.

[renascentias]

Heyhihello, you lovely people, you! I'm around, I'm just switching off between drafts and prop hunts tbh, but I figured I should say hello, and you know, the whole 'thanks for following' bit! If anyone wants to plot, I gots the plots, and I'm open to just about everything. (bring on all the au's.) AND WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS OKAY? OKAY BYEEEEEE.

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Gabriel turned around to see his vortex manipulator in her hand, how could he have dropped that? the most precious thing  and he took it from her hand, quite abruptly. He intended to walk away without saying anything but she seemed so nice and the way she looked at him, it was like she had forced the thank you out of him “thank you…” his tone was annoyed but it was only mild.

[renascentias]

        Truthfully, Jenny had run half a block just to catch up to the stranger, and not just for her love of running. More so out of untamed curiosity. When she'd seen the vortex manipulator fall to the street, she had consciously grasped at her own wrist, only to find hers still safe and tightly fastened. She'd been so distracted in her attempt to pick it up and run after him, she'd nearly been roadkill. Lucky for her, there she stood before him, with a knowing smile on her face. 

     "Well, you're welcome, then--

                              Where'd ya get it? It looks awfully familiar."

[mrsroryhuntzberger]

But you don’t care when they say about me…(x)

[renascentias]

itsnotflirting faceofthefuture hugovance

timeagent-gabriel clarafortheoswinoswald xtelepathx 

           "Oi! Sorry; hi, 'scuse me --                    I think you dropped this."

[claraaoswlds-blog]

It happened in just one second. One moment they were standing there, shaking hands, and in the next Clara felt as though someone had somehow crushed her up into little bits and tossed her into the wind. That was the closest thing she could think of to describe the sensation, along with feeling as though she may very well fall over because the whole world was spinning out of control. Clara didn’t even realize that she’d closed her eyes, but when she opened them they were no longer where they had been. The pub was gone; there was no bar, no chattering patrons, no wind just outside. Instead there was an eerie darkness. Brown eyes looked up but found nothing; there were no stars to greet her gaze. She turned, looking around them as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. There seemed to be some light, but not much; if anything it felt more along the lines of an odd glowing whichever way she looked. Each direction was the same. There were no buildings, just a lot of rock and structures that she couldn’t make sense of.

“Was that clumsy or just an accident?” she asked, not meant as an insult but to lighten the situation that had just befallen them.

Then she put two and two together. The ‘heirloom’, she knew what it was. Her mind screamed at her that it was a vortex manipulator, and that she had used one before. They looked fairly different, but she still felt like a fool for not recognizing it sooner. Perhaps then they wouldn’t be in the middle of what seemed to be an asteroid sized wasteland. Now, Clara was not one to panic, and she didn’t quite feel the need to do so, not quite yet. It may have been a different story if she didn’t travel with the Doctor, but she did, and by now this was not the strangest thing that had ever happened to her. “Are you an alien, or from the future?” she asked, skipping right ahead to the point. There really was no use in hiding the question, or its answer, because clearly something was alien here, and it was not Clara.

[renascentias]

      These were the moments that Jenny wished she had a magic phone box, but alas, that one was taken, and a bit hard to get a hold of, in her experience. Sighing, she adjusted to the darkness, her eyes lingering on the bits of light in the distance. This place was nowhere she'd been before, which despite her current situation, sparked a bit of excitement in the pit of her stomach. The silence, however, was unsettling -- until broken by her accidental companion. "Accident." Jenny said, more absent than anything, wishing she'd at least brought a gun or something to ease the discomfort of distress. She knew there was a knife holstered to her calf, but that was hardly enough for her to fend off whatever could be lurking in the shadows.

     Taking the knife from her garter and her malfunctioning manipulator in her hands, Jenny tried to unscrew the back to reveal the faulty wires. "You don't sound concerned. You should have that spike in your tone, you know? The worried spike, the one that echos a bit and demands to be heard and answered with the appropriate calming responses." Jenny was walking off now, closing in on the distant lights, which from where she stood appeared to be electrical beams. Perhaps they had once been what this planet used for streetlights. There seemed to be some of them in the darkness, too; not-so-shiny metal bars, lackluster of illumination, discarded in the shadows. "Not even a bit of panic. Maybe you're the alien, hm? Ever thought of that? Quite silly really, you're alien to anything other than your people, so what makes you 'normal'? Why am I the alien; what makes us different?" Jenny had been trying to answer that question since her first breath, and had thought about it to the point of exasperation, so she shook it off quickly, dismissing it entirely and moving along.

      "Considering I've no idea what year it is, or where we are for that matter, we both could very well be from the future. But the answers to your questions are quite complicated and I'm sure you'll have more questions the more I answer, so if you'd just --", and with a huff, Jenny crumpled to the floor and crossed her legs beneath her as she finally had found the perfect light, " -- let me focus, just for a bit, yeah? Then I'll tell you whatever you want to know." Her eyes finally found Clara's, and she smiled for what was probably a microsecond, before her focus was again on the vortex manipulator in her hands, her knife peeling back the metal concealing wires and all kinds of shiny bits that were still glistening with water from the pub. "Why don't you tell me your story, instead? I can listen and tinker at the same time."

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"If you would just listen to me then you would know this is the way. Come now, don’t stall."

[renascentias]

   "You're awfully sure of yourself, yeah? -- The way to what, exactly?"

[mahiaemerga-archived]

     ”Is there anyone in this place? Hello?”

[renascentias]

         Jenny had been wandering through a tangled web of caves when she'd stumbled upon the cell --- it was so strange, in the middle of this dark empty place with nothing but echos following your every step. And yet, the silly blonde couldn't resist stepping inside. It was only when it locked on her that she realized those echos might not have been the only thing following her. Having spent about an hour or two staring at the keys on the other side of the bars, trying to figure a way to get them, or her vortex manipulator, to her with no avail, Jenny had given up, until...

         "Hello? Oh, brilliant! Hey, you! Yeah, you, would you mind grabbing those keys over there and letting me out of here? It's awfully cramped."

[claraaoswlds-blog]

Brown eyes watched the woman for a moment, while also looking at the wrist piece in her hands. Bit strange for an heirloom, but honestly anything could be passed down from one person to another, even weird wristbands that looked like they were part of some spacey costume. “I did say chips,” she confirmed with a nod. Clara didn’t mind buying the woman something, considering that she had just spilled her water everywhere and possibly ruined a family heirloom as well. The least she could do was pay for a small meal, maybe a drink too because Clara certainly felt that she needed one now. She’d much rather wine, but maybe today was the day to try something different. Maybe.

Clara then leaned over toward the bar and caught the bartender’s attention, being that the kitchen window was right there. She promptly ordered chips for the both of them, and then turned back to the woman, grabbing the seat next to her. She held out her hand, offering the woman a smile. “It’s alright; really hope I didn’t ruin it. Clara Oswald—occasionally clumsy and don’t worry I can be quite rude too, or so I hear.” 

[renascentias]

            "Who can say no to chips, right?" Having been jumping through time and space and spanning galaxies, Jenny had gotten pretty good at the 'small talk' aspect of people, and in some cases, creatures. The best part of being a generated Timelord anomaly was fitting right in with the people of Earth. And London had even become somewhat of a part time home, considering it was a hub for the strange and other worldly, things that the Doctor was known for being drawn to. Not to mention he'd practically claimed this planet under his protection. No place felt safer, though no place was really home to her, but if she had to pick one, London was a safe bet. Jenny smiled, and spun back around to her seat, wiping off the counter with her sleeve. 

            It was always nice to pretend to be apart of the worlds she stepped into, if only for a little while. Looking to her side, she nodded at the woman and let out a small laugh. "Don't worry about it, Clara Oswald. I'm sure I can fix it. I've been tinkering with it for ages. Might even be time for an upgrade."             Jenny always felt strange during introductions. Though no one ever asked for a life story, if they had, she'd certainly be at a loss. Despite that, she'd 'normalized' her back story enough for the average nosy Nancy, but there were still a few blanks she couldn't be bothered to fill in. Even so, she'd always been just Jenny, but she held her breath a moment, and for no particular reason other than to say it out loud, announced, "Jenny Harkness, never clumsy unless I mean to be," and extended her arm to shake Clara's hand, but as she did so, she felt another shock sting her hip and a shot of pain course through her. Jenny's other hand reached up to grab onto Clara's arm; she felt herself starting to fall, as a familiar feeling rush over her. It was like spinning, and simply being suspended and not moving at all, all at once. When the breath that had been stolen returned to her, Jenny opened her eyes again, only to find Clara and herself engulfed by darkness. "Well, this was definitely the worst case scenario." She mumbled, taking a step into the unknown.

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Oh, how Clara loved autumn. She loved everything about it; somehow, even the sun appeared to have a different shine to it. Pastels and bold colours of summer were replaced with warm oranges, yellows and reds. Then, out of her own thoughts she came as she noticed a group of her students, walking straight for her. Clara inwardly groaned; as much as she loved being a teacher, she liked leaving the job behind at the end of her last class. Quickly, the brunette stepped in from the streets, ducking into a pub that she had happened to be walking by. She had been here a few times with a couple friends; it wasn’t much, but it was a nice place to grab a drink or two. That just reminded her that the Doctor owed her cocktails on the moon, the very first drinking establishment on the moon a number of years from now. Walking by the bar, thinking that maybe she could grab a table and get some chips while she was here, Clara wasn’t exactly paying attention to where she was going and to the fact that she would collide with another person.

A little bit of water spilled on her black tights, but she didn’t mind. A rushed apology fell from her lips as she kneeled down to pick up whatever it was that they had dropped, or threw on the ground rather. The device sparked slightly, which caused Clara to jump out of surprise. Immediately, she held it out back for the blonde. “Was just picking it up for you, that’s all,” she remarked, a hint of annoyance lying in her voice at the woman’s rudeness. “Sorry, wasn’t watching where I was going, head was somewhere else apparently. Can I get you something? You know, to make it up to you? Chips are good here, just a tip.” 

[renascentias]

             Jenny's hand was still holding her wrist as she looked up at the woman holding the sparky culprit in her hands. Her brow was furrowed as she looked her up and down quickly. It hardly stung now, but Jenny was more concerned about her ticket to anywhere falling into the wrong hands. The girl seemed innocent enough, but who could tell these days? It was obvious the harshness of her tone was a bit much, but given the circumstances, she quickly snatched back the gadget. Turning it over in her hands, Jenny inspected the damage and sighed, over the sounds of the brunette's niceties and slight irritation. Luckily, they were still in the same dark pub, with the same bored bartender, and the same drunk locals. As far as the blonde could tell, it was still happy hour, which all came as a relief. "Yeah, sorry." She mumbled, her mind still turning on how to repair the water damage without sending them into hurdles through space and time. 

            Breaking her train of thought, Jenny looked up again, meeting the eyes of the woman before her. "It's fine, I just had a bit of a shock. Quite literally. Sorry, if I came off rude, I just... it's a family heirloom. Real important to me, you know." Jenny quickly shoved it in her pocket and smiled, hoping she wouldn't run into too many questions about it, considering this particular woman looked like the questioning type; big brown curious eyes and all. "Did you say chips?" Jenny was struck with a pang of hunger, and knowing she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, couldn't resist.

[renascentias]

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         The days were getting colder; brisker as autumn fell, and the sun was getting dimmer as Jenny marched down the streets of London. The blonde stopped for a moment, looking up at all the people, heads down, ignoring the world before them in lieu of small screens and dismissing the echoing sirens for tiny melodies escaping ear buds. Few looked up, red and blue lights flickering in the distance, but the sound faded, and so did their interest.          Sighing, the soldier pushed through the doors of the closest pub, and took a seat by the bar. It was empty, save for a few people, who Jenny assumed were regulars. Quick on his feet, and possibly bored out of his mind, the bartender asked what she'd be having. "Water will do." She answered, her eyes looking past him and to the telly. All in all she just wanted to see what news she'd missed in her travels before she took off again. As she was taking a sip from her water, someone bumped into her shoulder. Jenny jetted forward, spilling her drink down her wrist, where her vortex manipulator was so conveniently fastened, and was quick to send a shock down her arm. The blonde jumped up and threw it to her feet, her fingers closing around her wrist. In a blur of hazy cussing under her breath, she didn't think to pick it up, until someone else already had it in their hands. 

                                                         "Oi! Give that back, it's mine."

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"I don’t know where he’s going, I don’t know where he’s been. But he is restless at night, he has horrible dreams." - Daughter, Run

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Make me choose

↳ definitely-a-madmanwithabox asked: Jenny (the Doctor’s daughter) or Jenny (Madame Vastra’s wife)?

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Jenny? What’re you doing? Come back!