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[Aniki doesn’t so much appear as, well, fall from the Astral sky in a cascade of water. She hits the ground with a grunt and starts coughing; she’s soaked through and tied up from top to toe, a bit bruised, and definitely not happy with the situation.]

Sarden piss-swilling… Hello? Someone mind helping a lass?

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[nods, smirking just slightly] Just like how he's only a bit mad.

So this war... [Adjusting her sleeves, fiddling with her cuffs.]

Hm? Oh, yes, I suppose he would mention that. What did he tell you about it?

Not much, beyond your people being gone but for the two of you.

Blimey and he says I'm vague. Uhm, right.

[puffs out his cheeks and exhales slowly] It was a war between my people and the Daleks. Emotionless killing machines bent on wiping out anything different from them. It was a war fought through time and space. And eventually it had to end. I survived. And he ran.

[Wringing out her hair a bit now.] Least in Scanra it's only villages, not worlds. You survived--you mean you fought.

[Sorry, Doctor. She's a mercenary after all--sympathy isn't always her forte.]

[frowns a little] Front lines. Leader, sometimes. I ended it.

[well, at least it's a new reaction!]

[Finger-combing her hair now. Sorry again, Doc--she is a clever lass.] A double-genocide. And how'd you manage that?

[Well now he just feels awkward. THE GENOCIDE PART IS HARD] I didn't, really. The Daleks keep coming back and the Master made it through.

Don't need to crush every ant to destroy a nest. [Yeah, she's being a bit brutal. SORRY. D: She likes knowing the sort of people she's dealing with.] Nice try at a dodge, though. The 'how' is still dangling out there a bit.

[HE'S THE ONCOMING STOOOOOOOOOORM- okay can't be serious about that, sorry] It burned. All of it.

[Okay, well, she's got her answer, and she might be feeling a little bad for pushing so hard. She sits back down, propping herself up on her arms.]

Was a child soldier in Scanra, 'fore I met Rosto. Pulled in when I was eight, to help with wounds and such. The leader of the band who took us--me'n some of the other village kids--said he liked my face. [Little bit of a laugh at that.] Liked my face when I gutted one of his men with a fire poker.

I won't judge what you did, laddie. I wasn't there. I can't know.

[eyes cease narrowing - not that he realized he was doing the serious face - and he nods]

That's what war is. I didn't even know the Master survived, actually, until more recently.

Too right. [Flops onto her back and crosses her arms behind her head. More cheerfully,]

S' why I prefer the company of Kora and my dear laddie Rogue. How'd you find him? Or did he hunt you up?

Rogue and Kora?

[laughed at that] I think if he could have, he would have rang me up just to bother me. But no. I found him by accident at the end of the universe. He was disguised as a human, so we didn't know each other at first. He stole my TARDIS and set up this great big elaborate plan to take over the universe. He rather likes doing those.

Rosto, actually. Though he likes going by 'the Rogue' now that he's got himself the title.

You look human enough to this ignorant lass.

[bemused smile] 'The Rogue'. Lovely title.

Never judge by looks. [pats his chest] Two hearts, for example.

[Raised eyebrows.] You're telling tales.

[beams] You're free to have a listen.

[And so she does! And then starts laughing.] Mother, Maid and Crone.

[grins] Can't always judge a humanoid by the 'human' bit. I like 'biped' myself.

'Biped'? 'Humanoid'?

Erm, 'biped' is just a species that walks on two feet, really. 'Humanoid' means having human characteristics.

Are what they sound like, then. [Still amused.]

[grins back] Does exactly what it says on the tin.