Angel of ???

A Time Lady, survivor of the Last Great Time War, a wanderer who does her best to steer clear of the Doctor due to believing him responsible for the destruction of life as she knew it. Sometimes called the Angel of Death, though these days she doesn't like it much....

[timeladyangel]

wonderofawoman‌:

“Remarkable,”said Diana as the woman explained. She nodded. “Well, you had five before. I have five per hand. I’m not sure if all your people do?” 

Actually, Diana hadn’t even learned who her people were yet. The transformed woman eagerly accepted the shield to examine herself. Diana smiled at her surprise and wondered how thrilling and strange it would be to wake up with an entirely different face and body. “I just met you. I wouldn’t know where you would’ve seen your face. Who are your people? Do others get to choose who they look like before they die?”

Diana’s eyes flickered to the ship. The others. Were there others? The ship didn’t look that large, but looks could be deceptive. She accepted her shield and stowed it away again. “I’d have to wear heels to be taller than I am now. Or fly. You’re taking it very well for such a sudden, dire, and complete change. Others may not have.”

Five per hand. The woman frowned, wiggling her fingers once more. “Yes... yes, I think that’s right.”

At Diana’s questions regarding her people, the woman answered slowly, as if she could mostly remember, but was uncertain of some things. “Time Lords. We’re called Time Lords. Or, well... Time Ladies for some of us. I think... I mean there’ve been rumors in the past that some have better control over their regenerations, but I can’t be sure. I never studied it. My specialty was inter-dimensional travel, which is why I’m here at all, oh!”

She laughed. “I just remembered that.”

In regards to how she was taking her regeneration, the woman looked suddenly concerned. “Am I? Hmm... wonder if that’s a good sign. Or maybe I’m going to pass out here in a moment. Can’t be sure, I’ve never done this before. You... you’ll stay if I do, won’t you? I... don’t think I’m ready to be alone.” She laughed nervously. “Which is odd when you consider I’ve been alone most of my life. Oh! I’ve just remembered that too...”

[timeladyangel]

wonderofawoman‌:

“You’re not alone now.” But what she said next about her people wasn’t something Diana could even begin to console.

“I’m sorry.”

The stranger’s hands began to glow. She seemed to have expected it. She had a better sense of the situation than Diana. She moved forward when the stranger cried out in pain, but drew back at her words.

Diana stepped back, hand on sword beneath her cloak. She drew it when the stranger seemed to explode, energy crackling out and dissipating almost as quickly. The stranger was gone or… had the stranger transformed?

She stared back, but the stranger started examining herself. Diana unfastened her metal shield and held it out. “…is that how your people heal? You transform?”

@timeladyangel

“In the event of wounds that would be fatal, yes,” the woman answered. She held up her hands in Diana’s direction, fingers splayed. “Five is right, isn’t it? Five per hand? I’m...” She winced. “Jumbled. Thoughts and knowledge aren’t where I left them.”

She studied her hands a moment longer, then said, “Skin’s darker than it was. I like it. Oh! Face!” She accepted Diana’s shield as it was offered, and studied her reflection with a puzzled frown. “I’ve seen this face before,” she murmured. “Why do I know this face?” She looked up intently at Diana for a moment before murmuring, “Not you. Where have I...?”

She shrugged, held the shield out for Diana to take back. Then slowly, tentatively, she got to her feet. As she reached her full height, she stared curiously at Diana, and said, “I’m taller than I was. Still not as tall as you, but that’d be some growth spurt, wouldn’t it? Still, that’s going to take some getting used to.”

With a dismissive wave, she smiled. “Sorry. This was the first time I’d ever had to do this. Wasn’t sure how it’d turn out and am a little... giddy maybe? That it seems to have turned out so well?”

[timeladyangel]

wonderofawoman‌:

Diana knelt next to the wounded woman, hands out, but bare to prove she meant no harm. Diana worried the abrupt movement would aggravate the stranger’s wounds. The craft was a strange shape for a spaceship, but that would have to wait.

“Yes, yes I’ll help in whatever way I can,”said Diana softly. She didn’t have any bandages left, but she had her cloak. “Would you let me bind your wounds?”

She wasn’t the most adept at healing, but— “I could fly you to my people. Our healers are excellent.”

She shook her head at the stranger’s question. “No. I’m Diana. I just—I saw you fall. Your people must have great strength. Are there any others who need help in there?”

The Angel let out a weary sigh. It was strange to be treated kindly by a woman she’d caused so much trouble for in other universes. But if it meant she wouldn’t be alone for her first ever regeneration, she’d let that pass for the moment. She waved one feeble hand, and shook her head, more of a twitch.

“I am alone,” she said softly. “My people are... gone. Destroyed, I think. I’d have gone back home otherwise. Ahhh!” She groaned. “My wounds will see to themselves in a moment.” She looked down at her hands, which had finally begun to glow.

“Just... stand back,” she advised. “I’ve never... seen how this goes the first time around.”

And with that, she let go. Brilliant golden energy burst from her, consuming her from the inside out, changing every cell as it went. As quickly as it had begun, the light faded, leaving her... not herself. She blinked slowly up at Diana for several seconds. Then a flicker of concern passed across her face, and she bent over, began studying her hands intently.

[timeladyangel]

wonderofawoman‌:

It was three times their height, large, with shiny, green-almost black scales, a lengthy spiked tail, and multiple rows of teeth. Diana leapt onto it’s back, clinging to the rows of spikes and tossed her lasso,she pulled back and golden rope tightened and closed it’s gaping maw shut, another leather armored warrior woman this one with red hair glinted light off of her shield to blind the creature, more ropes thrown by others similarly clad bound the creature and it crashed face first into the gravel and sand of the mountain.

They moved in with spears and swords, murmuring a spell that set their weapons aglow and slayed the creature.

“Well done, sisters!”said Diana untangling her lasso and climbing carefully back to the ground. They set to work. The hide and bones would make excellent armor, they’d eat for days, and they prevented one more creature from breaching the gates to their world. They thanked their gods and buried what they could not use. They thanked the creature too, for they would survive a little longer.They were closer to home, but the journey to the gates was long.

Their work had forced them farther than they had intended to travel. Every woman carried something and they set off again.

The sun, well, a sun set and they decided to make camp for the night. Diana was awake for the second watch when something tore through the sky and landed in the valley below.

“It’s a vessel,”whispered Mala. “Is it an attack?”

“They’re not attacking us,”said Diana.”It could be in distress.”

“It’ll take hours on foot. We’d lose time.You’d be faster.”

She could fly. They could not.“We’re almost home. Some of you could stay and the rest could wait by the gate?”

“If there’s trouble? You’d signal. And you’re thinking send planes.”

“In the meantime, I’d manage.”

“Be careful.”

“Of course,”said Diana. She fastened her cape securely and donned her hood before leaping into the air and darting towards the wreckage. Smoke billowed, marking where it stopped. She didn’t see anyone at first, but then a voice. There. It was a woman.

Diana kept her sword sheathed at her side hidden by the cape. She didn’t want to alarm whoever it was. They were hurt. She landed lightly and lowered her hood. “It’s alright. I’m here to help.”

I’m here to help. Her eyes closed, the Angel did not see the other woman arrive. The voice was... perhaps a little familiar, but the Angel could not place it. She laughed weakly. “Thanks,” she murmured. “Thought I was going to have to do this alone. No one should have to...”

Her voice trailed off as her eyes opened and she took in the other woman’s face. Abruptly, recognition mingled with fear in the Angel’s eyes. She pushed against the ground, trying to pull herself away, but her strength failed her. The regeneration would begin any moment, and this was who had come? Not to her aid, surely. With a strangled cry of pain, she sat, leaned heavily against the side of her TARDIS. In the shock of what had happened to them both, it remained a plain copper cylinder, tipped over on its side, and smoking slightly.

“You’d help me?” she murmured. “You?”

Then again... if she’d truly ended up in a universe she’d never been to before... She sat up a little straighter, wincing. “You don’t know me... do you?”

[timeladyangel]

@wonderofawoman

Angel’s Wings was falling. Even as modified as it was, this TARDIS could not withstand the pressure of the loss of Gallifrey, and of what it meant for the barriers between universes. The Angel fell against the console and tried to hold on, but her grasp failed, and she was thrown clean over it, slammed into the floor with a level of force that would have broken the average humanoid in half. It hurt, but she was already dying.

With one final lurch that sent her sliding toward the doors, Angel’s Wings fell still. Crashed. Lovely. Smoke and flame poured out of one door off the console room, and out of the console itself. Groaning, the Angel rolled over and tried to push herself up, but one arm would not hold her weight. With a wail of pain, she forced herself up, reached for the doors with her good arm, and wrenched them open.

“Air’s fresh, right?” she murmured, and staggered out, tears stinging her eyes. “Does it... does that help?”

She choked on a sob, running a hand over her stomach, and the deep wound that had been inflicted there. “I... I don’t know how to do this. I’m not ready...”

She fell, and with a little effort, rolled onto her back. Darkness of night, a few stars visible, but not as many as she might have hoped. Was she in a city? Light pollution would explain it... and yet she could see a few. It wasn’t much. Not enough. “Please,” she cried faintly. “Please... I... I don’t...”

[epheemere-gone]

[text]: Refresh my memory – were we forced to leave or did we choose to leave?

texts from last night ★

[text - angel]: the correct answer is forced

[text - angel]: only because they were closing, otherwise we would have been fine

[text - angel]: we’ll try again next time - EARLIER

[timeladyangel]

[text - Ariella]: That’s good. Better than the alternative. Wouldn’t have been the first time I’d been thrown out of an establishment for being... disruptive. Not that I try, you know. Just...

[text - Ariella]: Let’s just say kitchen staff don’t take it well if you overturn half the kitchen in the wee hours of the morning. Even if you show them the remains of the alien pest infestation that made it necessary.

[text - Ariella]: I’d like that! Just tell me when, and I’ll make sure I’m there.

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[timeladyangel]

imapiemaker:

      “Ah…” The pie maker tilted his head, thinking about this. It wasn’t… surprising, necessarily, that there were aliens. Some would argue that aliens were a statistically probability, but the pie maker had never really bought that argument. Nature does not care about statistics.

      But, assuming there were aliens–and the pie maker had to assume for the moment that his unexpected guest was being truthful–it made sense that many of them would not be friendly towards humans. It was lucky, then, that he’d stumbled across one of the friendly ones.

      “Well, thank you, I think,” he said. “The planet being enslaved sounds inconvenient.”

She let out a short bark of laughter. “You’re welcome. Granted, I haven’t spent much time in this era, on this planet, but I have met humans before. One of, oh, thirty or forty great empires in all imaginable universes. Not sure I’ve met a single one that would regard the enslavement of his homeworld as merely ‘inconvenient.’”

She smiled faintly, regarding him curiously with her head tipped to one side. “It honestly sounds like something I might expect one of my people to say. So tell me: what gives you such a different outlook on life, the universe, and everything?”

[timeladyangel]

imapiemaker:

      The pie maker stares, blinking slowly, not understanding any of that. He wasn’t even sure where to begin with asking questions to get that clarified. “That’s? good?” he said, finally, feeling like he should say something, even if he wasn’t sure what to say.

      “Was there danger of someone harming anyone or–?”

“Mmm.” But a noise around a mouthful of pie and ice cream was hardly proper communication, so she nodded twice, definitively, and worked to clear her mouth. “Was. Past tense. As I said, I’m rather more like the Doctor now than I was at the beginning of my life. Aha,” she shook her head, smiling, “but I realize suddenly that probably means little, if anything, to you.”

She poked her fork into the pie, considering. “There’s a lot of danger in the universe. There are a lot of innocent people that inadvertently get caught up in it. When I was young, my species was very intent on maintaining a, ‘Look, don’t touch,’ attitude towards the rest of time and space. But... I can’t do that. Not anymore. There are a precious few events that simply must happen. Big, universe-changing events, in spite of the fact that some of them seem remarkably unimportant to the untrained eye. Apart from those... if I can help, even in small ways, why shouldn’t I?”

“So yes.” She waved vaguely in the direction she’d stumbled in from. “Enemies. If they’d succeeded in killing me, they’d have stuck around to enslave the planet. But they won’t. Can’t, really.”

With a self-satisfied little grin, she took another bite of pie.

[platonicrpmemes]

Making New Friends

“How did you end up here?”

“So you got stuck doing this, too.”

“Anything any good here?”

“I wouldn’t eat that. Trust me.”

“This is pretty boring, huh?”

“Want to find something more fun?”

“Where’s your adventurous spirit?”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, thanks for checking on me.”

“Wow, you’re a lot nicer than I thought you would be.”

“How did you do that?”

“It’s easy. Here, you try.”

“I just can’t get it!”

“Could you give me hand?”

“Thanks for holding the door. These are heavy!”

“I promise, I’m not as scary as I seem.”

“Just give it a chance.”

“No! Don’t do that!”

“You should be more careful.”

“I don’t know what that guy’s problem was.”

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

“You can come, too, if you want.”

“You go first.”

[timeladyangel]

datapadz:

“Right, yes, sorry, I was a little confused by all that.” Galya dealt with numbers, droids, datapads, facts….the quantum realm was something a bit outside of wheelhouse. She was open to the seemingly impossible, of course, her own work was all about that, but something like this was….difficult to comprehend fully. She doubted she would ever truly get the whole picture.

Galya’s eyes went wide and her hand lifted, almost as if she were trying to work out a calculation in midair. “—Sorry, did you say that you knew your new face? And that it’s….someone you’ve already encountered? Maybe there’s just a twin or something?” Ever the optimist, even in the face of a conceptual situation she only truly grasped in the most rudimentary of terms. “I mean, that happens on the holos a lot, the drama ones, there’s always…an evil twin…”

The Angel smiled faintly at Galya’s expressed confusion, answered with a slight shrug. “Can’t say as I blame you. First time I’ve changed, it’s a bit mysterious to me too.”

She shook her head slowly. “But yes, I know this face. I’ll never forget it. She’s been a constant thorn in my side for the last two hundred years. She’s interfered in and or corrupted experiments, some of which took me years to set up.” A slight curl of her upper lip. “She always claimed it was in the interest of preventing catastrophe, but the last one peppered me with shrapnel and dosed me with so much radiation, I couldn’t recover. Hence the condition you found me in.”

She sighed. “And now I wear that face. That voice that... I almost can’t stand to speak because I’ve so many bad memories of...” She made a face, took a deep, calming breath, and went on, “New face, new personality, new way of thinking. I’m still adjusting, but... I’m beginning to wonder if I was the ‘evil twin’ in this narrative. I followed orders, I was the perfect little...” she made a face, “... mad scientist. Seeking weapons for the War. And now... all for nothing. War’s over, and... I think I’m all that’s left.”

Staring blankly over Galya’s shoulder, she released a gentle huff, shook her head, and finished quietly, “I don’t know what to do with myself now.”

[timeladyangel]

imapiemaker:

      “Massachusetts, 2017?” The pie maker sounded a bit like he’s guessing that this is the information she wanted. Would the year mean that much to her? Well, she seemed at least somewhat familiar with Earth customs, so…

       Still, he glanced down at his watch. “7:43pm?”

“Never heard of it,” she said with a cheerful grin. “But it will be useful in the long run. I don’t get to Earth often. Until recently, I actively avoided it, because another of my species tends to frequent here. But after an accidental encounter with him, I’ve learned he’s rather more dangerous than my government claimed... just not in the way they claimed. Indeed, I’m rather more like him now than I was when I started out. So I figured I’d explore a bit, see why he’s so attached to the place. I hadn’t counted on some of my enemies following me here.”

She smiled faintly. “But never mind that. I’ve dealt with them. They’ll not harm anyone now.”

[timeladyangel]

bellassan:

“If I have questions?” Ferus asked incredulously, pushing a hand through his hair as he spun around, taking in the strange room they were in - teleportation wasn’t possible, not like this. But then again, neither was time travel. There was no need to start down that line of reasoning again.

He felt lost enough as it was, but when you felt lost, all you could do was to orient yourself. 

And he wast standing upright; his boots were on the ground. 

Well. Presumably. Some kind of ground. It’d have to do.

“You can start with where we are and then go back to who that was and why you don’t want her to find you.”

“We’re still in Ussa,” she answered. “Where we were is about... five hundred meters that way,” she pointed. “That was me, but that’s an even bigger headache to explain. She - I - spent the better part of a couple hundred years experimenting with weapons and temporal mechanics in alternate universes to see if I couldn’t find an edge that would help my people in... the Last Great Time War. I failed primarily because most of my worst experiments were thwarted by an... unknown third party.”

She gestured to her face. “This unknown third party. So I’d rather she didn’t follow me because she’s liable to kill me... which wouldn’t be good for her life expectancy, but she doesn’t know that. She can’t.” A shrug. “Not until she learns it for herself.

“During one of my last experiments as her, my work exploded in my face, dousing me with enough radiation to kill some of the more hardy creatures in any universe. But my species is capable of a... trick. It’s called regeneration. If we’re fatally injured, a cascade of energy pours through us, rewriting every cell in our bodies. We retain our memories, we’re the same person, but we typically look, sound, behave entirely different. This was my first regeneration, and it was incredibly disorienting to look in a mirror and find my nemesis staring back. That put an end to my experiments. Well, that and...” She grimaced. “The Time War is over. Nothing I might have learned will change that. But even if it could...”

She shook her head. “Immediately after the change, I isolated myself. I couldn’t imagine becoming my own enemy, couldn’t fathom a reason I’d have done that. But then... I accidentally saved a little girl’s life. I didn’t even want to get involved, I was just passing through. But the moment the danger was past, she latched onto me, wouldn’t let go, wouldn’t stop sobbing, “Thank you.” I took her back to her mother, and got more of the same treatment, and was... uneasy. I traveled for decades, just observing, and...” A faint smile. “Life is amazing. All life. I’d rationalized my work as necessary, and that no one impacted mattered, as it wasn’t my world. But I was wrong. And if I must, I’ll dedicate the rest of my life to, well...” she laughed faintly, “stopping me.”

[timeladyangel]

ithinkiknowenoughofhate:

timeladyangel:

ithinkiknowenoughofhate:

Teras bit their lip in annoyance. “Oh, it’s closer, as the crow flies. But it’s down a maze of streets. Do you do parkour?”

Closer, but down a maze of streets. Lovely. It did about sum up how her day was going though. She met their question with a blank stare. “Do I do what now?” she asked.

“That answers that question. We’ll have to try anyway.” Teras leaped onto the bottom rung of a ladder, beckoning to the other Time Lord to follow. They kept heading up, not stopping.

In a brief moment of confusion, the Angel merely watched as the other climbed. Then realizing she’d have to get her questions answered in a safer environment, she followed. The bottom rung was easy enough to reach, but at first, the Angel worried. She hadn’t been especially coordinated last time around. Hence the dependence on the short-range teleport.

But about halfway up the ladder, it was evident she had much more control over this form, and she let herself ask one of the questions swirling around in her head. “So we’re climbing. Parkour, you said? Why do people make up words for concepts that already have words? Or is there more to it?”

[timeladyangel]

datapadz:

Galya practically had to push her parents out the door and on their way to work the next morning, they were so concerned about their new friend. Galya didn’t want them getting too involved, since she had the feeling this was a large issue. She reassured them that their guest was fine and would be on her way just as soon as she was ready, yes Galya would keep an eye on her, okay, yes, okay, bye, and so on.

She’d just powered the door down when their guest emerged, and she smiled, relieved. “Yeah, thanks. Galactic politics knock me right out. Do you need anything? My mom and dad just went on their way, but they wanted me to tell you that you can stay as long as you need to. My sister probably won’t be back for a few more days, and she usually stays with her girlfriend a few days when she does get back…anyway. What about you? Did you…sleep? At all?”

The Angel smiled faintly, shook her head. “I need nothing, thank you. I was rested before I woke in the middle of the night. I’ve spent my time reading, and... well, coming face to face with myself for what I thought would be the first time, but isn’t.” She laughed lightly. “I should clarify. You saw my face before the change. I’d lived with it for a little more than three hundred years. Grew into it.”

She paused, pressing her hands against her cheeks. “I’d expected not to know this face. The regeneration process is a bit random, after all, but... I know this face. Have encountered it several times in the last hundred years. And I... I don’t know what to make of that, honestly. My options are either that I’ve taken my enemy’s face as my own for reasons I don’t yet understand... or I’m to become my own nemesis. And I can’t honestly say which option frightens me more...”

[timeladyangel]

datapadz:

“They’ve got a model of ‘em at the Botanical Gardens. I see it sometimes when I go there with my mom and dad and my sister, but we like the plants more and it’s in the museum part. The museum isn’t as much fun.” This woman had probably been to the Gardens, everyone had. It was one of the best parts of Fobosi.

Galya nodded solemnly. “Oh, yes. I’d never do anything that wasn’t allowed. I can take this walkway back and forth during the day and go into some of the shops if I want, but only where they know me. If my parents or Mallory’s parents are with me I can go into some of the others. I’m also allowed to get to school on my own, of course.”

At the little girl’s assertion that the museum wasn’t as much fun, the Angel laughed gently. “Museums are either someone else’s idea of what’s cool, or someone’s best guess at what happened in the past. In both cases, I feel there are better things to do with one’s time.” A shrug. “Unless perhaps one’s interests align with those of whoever filled the museum.”

This walkway. So she was in the right place. Of course, given she was literally talking to the ‘old friend’ she’d referred to, it made sense. Unless... had they moved? Had she ever even asked Galya if they’d always lived in the same place? Perhaps they lived here now, and somewhere else later, and the Angel’s Wings had only brought her here because it sensed little Galya.

“Well, Galya Hawkins,” she said at last. “I think perhaps I should try to find my friend after all. And you should possibly be getting home before your parents start to wonder what’s keeping you?”