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I will eventually return here but my work load has just tripled and I am hanging on like a flag in the wind.

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Hopefully I will be on here more soon. Very very busy :(.

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I have the brain worms. I think I'm going to make a new RP account (in addition to this one so I'll still be on here). Shoko Ieiri has stolen my soul...

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@storminmywake said: " rumor has it you escaped the long reach and pull of the war; would have thought you would have been all over that. "

The Rani tensed, then grimaced. This regeneration was more...reactive than she preferred - it was more difficult to temper her emotions when her body was so quick to show her hand.

She had little love for the people of Gallifrey, so when the Lord President had contacted her and asked her to return to make weapons, she'd declined. Perhaps not politely, but it was a refusal all the same. The Lord President, however, decided that her refusal was immaterial, and captured her anyway, then set her to work making bioweapons to fight the Daleks in a cell that doubled for a laboratory.

"Some rumors are just that - rumors."

She paused, not wanting to share too much even though realistically it wouldn't hurt.

"Though...you are half right. I did escape it. But had I been granted the dignity of a refusal, I would have stayed away from the War from the start, with no need to escape in the first place."

She gets a distant look in her eyes, but only for a second, before she shakes it off.

"In the end, I wasn't there for the grand finale. Someone used the Moment - at least, that's what I've garnered. What else could have done it but the Galaxy Eater?"

She paused, then looked down at her nails, trying not to sound overly emotional. It wasn't as though she...cared for the people down on that godforsaken planet. It wasn't home, and it hadn't been for a long time. Even so...no. Sentimentality wasn't useful; she ignored the cloying, sickly feeling she had in the root of her stomach.

"Was it you?"

She wasn't an idiot. The fact that nearly every single Time Lord was dead made it easy to guess. Process of elimination, she supposed. (Quite literally in this case).

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The Rani looks baffled, examining the tooth with a curious expression on her face.

"I actually might like you better this way. Less chatter."

"Rumor has it you're a tooth."

**Agitated molar-adjacent vibrations**

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Another all-nighter. Don't know if I'll sleep tonight either. But I think I can stay awake for at least five or six more hours before I pass out. Need to eat too but I'm sick of cereal and there's not much else right now. Hopefully I can finish twenty more pages, crash, then get up at 3:00 AM or so and work some more.

It's 4:00 AM but I'm not letting myself get to sleep until I finish studying for the night. And then I can wake myself up at 11:00 AM. Assuming I get done at around 6:00, 5 hours of sleep will tide me over until I can do some more studying later.

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Send "Rumor Has It..." And a rumor about my muse and see how they respond.

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The Rani woke up slowly, blinking the soot out of her eyes. Where was she? It was dark, that was for certain. What had she been doing last? Ah. Now she remembered - she was securing funding for her experiments from some ill-mannered aristocrats at a ball. She hated to lower herself in such a way, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

And then, everything had went black.

She looked down, raising an eyebrow at the chains that she now noticed bound her wrists together. She wasn't particularly worried - she'd gotten out of far worse situations unscathed.

Then, she heard a rustle to her left. She quickly turned her head to see...well, she admittedly could not see their face. But the small light that did exist in this dingy room illuminated the sight of a chain binding them to the wall. It seemed this person was not her captor, but a fellow prisoner.

Perhaps she could use them to escape? Yes - that would have to do.

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She didn't know what it was. That was the thing: the Rani was brilliant: there was only one scientific mystery she couldn't solve. Coincidentally, it happened to be the mystery that caused her the most misery. Her sickness. Her imperfection. The glaring weakness that was etched into flesh no matter what form it took.

Illness wasn't new to her - no, if anything, it was her oldest companion. That didn't make it any less frustrating. She was the second-most wanted criminal in the galaxy, and yet here she was, her vision semi-blacked out and her body trembling uncontrollably. Pathetic.

Every regeneration of hers had slightly different health issues, but they were there all the same. Sometimes she got lucky and was slightly better off, but even then, her definition of "better off" would make other people miserable if they had to exist in her body for the day. This particular regeneration was worse than usual.

She ever-so-slowly made her way to a free couch in the small cafe she'd stumbled into. It was empty, or nearly so. The employees were in the back, and she seemed to be the only customer. What a loathsome situation.

She needed to get back to work, but even the Rani, who pushed herself beyond her own limits constantly in the pursuit of science, knew that if she stood up now, she'd faint, and that was the last thing she wanted.

The door to the cafe opened; the bell attached to it rang. She groaned silently to herself. It wasn't as though she could expect solitude or privacy in a pubic place like this, but it was nice while it lasted. Oh well. It wasn't as though they had an incentive to interact with her.

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The Rani started to walk away, expecting the girl to follow her. She didn't particularly care if she didn't, and it was clear she would just leave if the girl didn't catch up. Nonetheless, she answered her.

"I am the Rani. Address me as such."

She checked her satchel, making sure she'd stolen everything she'd needed from this facility. She'd acquired some fresh, rare samples, which had put her in a good mood, though to anyone who didn't know her well that wouldn't be in any way clear.

"Where will I be taking you after my pit-stop?"

The last thing Rawya wanted to do was to upset the Time Lady. The fact that The Rani was going to show mercy upon her was a good sign. At least she’ll be able to have a ride back to Earth, which had become her second home since the destruction of Gallifrey.

“I’ll do my best to not cause any trouble and stay out of your way. Thank you for your help.” She said to her, then she realized that she never gotten the woman’s name or title. “What do I call you?” She asked her.

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@thedoctornumber11 sent in: " we need to find a way to stabilize the time loop. "

The Rani nearly fell to the ground as the Doctor's TARDIS jerked and shook once more, the breaks that he always forgot to turn off groaning as the cloister bell rang, the noise drowning out the sound of the console sparking. Her hair was disheveled from being tossed around by the time vortex and she looked visibly pissed, though more at the situation itself than at the Doctor, even if he was the closest person to take it out on.

"You asinine cretin, what do you imagine I'm trying to do!"

She was struck with the memory of saying that exact line the Master centuries ago when they were stuck in a different-yet-similar predicament to the one the Rani and the Doctor were currently in.

"I think this TARDIS can survive another loop, but not two. Any more than that and we'll be stuck in a paradox for the foreseeable future!"

She actually fell to the floor when the TARDIS shook once again. It felt like she was on top of a mechanical bull trying to buck off the rider at a country bar. She used the console to pull herself back up, her head spinning.

"I'll handle the time rotor! Start calculating the convergence point. As soon as I yell mark, you need to shoot Artron energy out into the vortex from the TARDIS core! It's sloppy, but it's the best shot we have!"

They would have to put aside their differences if they wanted to not be trapped together for an eternity.

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I'm still trying to fill in the gaps that DW canon left when it comes to my interpretation of the Rani. I have some ideas that I'm working on. I'm probably going to make her chronically ill (because I am, and it feels natural to me). But there has to be another reason she turned out the way she did because she was canonically unhinged even before her banishment.

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The Rani hummed. Rawya. She'd never heard of her. Then again, she hadn't been back to Gallifrey since she played her part in the war, so that wasn't too surprising.

"Alright then, Rawya. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll do my good deed of the century and give you a ride on my TARDIS. One-way. Don't be a pest, and we'll get along just fine."

She paused, then narrowed her eyes.

"Though I will have to make a brief stop first at my own laboratory to freeze the samples I stole from the idiots who imprisoned you. I can't have my work going to waste, after all. You can...sit in a corner or something. I'll have one of my servants attend to you."

Rawya felt a sense of dread as the woman inched closer to her in order to sense her. Figuring out what she was. Though, she felt that she didn’t deserve to be called a Time Lady. She never completed her studies at the Academy when the Time War came. Though she picked up enough knowledge from the books to learn quickly about time itself. The council of the elder Time Lords did have plans for her, but it never came to be.

“I…don’t have a title. But I’m called Rawya.” She then introduced herself. She wondered if this would keep her safe from the other Time Lady, or possibly put her into more danger.

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"Are you going to be useful, or not?"

The Rani was rarely exhausted, and she was used to failures in her experiments. It was a part of science, and often a negative result in an experiment was far more useful than a positive one. Those truths didn't make her body feel less like grainy, lukewarm cement, spilling out onto the only chair she'd placed in her laboratory. It dug into her back, but she couldn't find the energy to care. She'd been working with no breaks for about half a year now. Timelords required very little sleep and food, but even for her, this was pushing it.

"The sequences are done, now. You can release the subjects of the experiment. Do what you want with the ones who are brain dead, just get them out of my sight."

Truth be told, she was blanking on the name of the particular hostage she was talking to. She'd probably never bothered to ask. One day, she'd seen them walking along the side of the street, took a long look at them, and decided that the job she needed them for wasn't hard enough for her to have to bother vetting. So she'd taken them back to her TARDIS and had them be an unwilling research assistant. Some would call it immoral. She would say that they were luck that was all she did. And now, she was even letting her lab rats go, if they were able. Wasn't that nice of her?

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The Rani woke up slowly, blinking the soot out of her eyes. Where was she? It was dark, that was for certain. What had she been doing last? Ah. Now she remembered - she was securing funding for her experiments from some ill-mannered aristocrats at a ball. She hated to lower herself in such a way, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

And then, everything had went black.

She looked down, raising an eyebrow at the chains that she now noticed bound her wrists together. She wasn't particularly worried - she'd gotten out of far worse situations unscathed.

Then, she heard a rustle to her left. She quickly turned her head to see...well, she admittedly could not see their face. But the small light that did exist in this dingy room illuminated the sight of a chain binding them to the wall. It seemed this person was not her captor, but a fellow prisoner.

Perhaps she could use them to escape? Yes - that would have to do.