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The Master wasn't sure if the Rani checked her mail, so the day after his encounter with Samuel Winchester an envelope appeared on the doorstep of her TARDIS.

Inside there was a vial of blood and a note:

Oh my darling, dearest, light of my life, whose intellect constantly astounds and amazes even the lowliest of creatures in this Rassilon forsaken place,

Do me the tiniest favor of running this through some standard blood tests? If there is there is any sort of anomaly worth note, I would love to hear about it.


She would know who it was from. And hopefully peaking her curiosity would be enough to get from her what he wanted.

Date: 2008-10-09 04:09 am (UTC)
markoftherani: (She blinded me with SCIENCE)
From: [personal profile] markoftherani
A little after midday of the day on which she received the vial of blood, the Rani put a very brief note in the post addressed to the person who she correctly guessed had left her such a fascinating and troubling problem.

See me. We should discuss this in person.

The prospect of visiting him in his home wasn't seriously entertained for a second. For a variety of reasons.

Date: 2008-10-09 12:03 pm (UTC)
markoftherani: (Scientist)
From: [personal profile] markoftherani
The door opened and she gestured him inside, closing it behind him firmly and throwing the triple-encryption deadlock seal.

"Where did you get it?" she asked, naturally without any kind of small talk to start. Which he no doubt enjoyed, riling her curiosity like that, but damn it, the whole thing was too bizarre to waste time on niceties.

Date: 2008-10-09 07:58 pm (UTC)
markoftherani: (Worried)
From: [personal profile] markoftherani
There was a visible tightening along her jaw as he leaned on the console –although her TARDIS didn't seem to mind; she seemed to have taken a liking to him, incredibly– but she didn't stop him. "Where and when is he from?" She wasn't in the mood for his games, least of all Twenty Questions, but once again her curiosity could be counted on to trump her irritation. Especially with him, and that had always been true, but exactly why that was the case wasn't up for reflection or discussion.

Date: 2008-10-09 09:02 pm (UTC)
markoftherani: (Implacable)
From: [personal profile] markoftherani
"And how did you discover—" Wait. "Eighteen."

Date: 2008-10-09 09:16 pm (UTC)
markoftherani: (I so don't care)
From: [personal profile] markoftherani
"This is not the time to be regressing to schoolboy idiocy," she snapped, and without waiting for a response, went on. "This resistance. How did you discover it? How did it manifest? Did he undergo any physical changes when it happened?"

Date: 2008-10-09 10:15 pm (UTC)
markoftherani: (She blinded me with SCIENCE)
From: [personal profile] markoftherani
The Rani digested this information in silence for a moment.

"This is ridiculous," she said at last. "There are abnormalities in the boy's blood, without a doubt, but in every other respect, down to the last chromosome, his blood is that of an ordinary human. There are a few genetic markers that echo those I've seen in humans with psi-powers, but nothing on the order of what you are describing." She scowled. "And it is incredible to me that these abnormalities can account for the phenomena that you describe." And yet. Not that she needed to say it.

Date: 2008-10-10 03:48 pm (UTC)
markoftherani: (Scientist)
From: [personal profile] markoftherani
She simmered for a moment. "It's easier if I show you." Without waiting for him –of course he'd follow– she turned on her heel and headed for her genetics lab.

The interior of the Rani's TARDIS was a somewhat more orderly place than the Doctor's: the route was a fairly straightforward shot down the hall, up a short flight of stairs, and then a left to a room filled wall-to-wall with lab tables and equipment from across hundreds of worlds and times. Toward the back was a sort of scanning electron microscope, in which a sample of Sam Winchester's blood was currently loaded. "See for yourself," she said, turning on the monitor.

At first glance, it all looked quite normal: erythrocytes, neutrophils, leukocytes, eosinophils. But the longer one watched, other particles became visible: things with the exquisitely sculptured shape of virii, but constructed in peculiar ways that could only be described as non-Euclidean.

"They are not cells, nor virii, nor bacteria, and the only way you can describe their movement and behaviour is through quantum equations," she said. And then, as if admitting a deeply embarrassing personal secret, she added, "I have never, ever seen anything like it before."

((Hopefully this works with SPN canon/fanon...))
Edited Date: 2008-10-10 07:03 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-10-10 08:09 pm (UTC)
markoftherani: (Ushas)
From: [personal profile] markoftherani
"No, I want you to keep your precious discoveries to yourself and gloat quietly. Of course I want you to keep me informed, you idiot."

It might have been worth noting that in that moment, the Rani sounded less like her usual taciturn self and more like the short-tempered girl with the flaming red hair who had been one of the three most notorious terrors of the Prydonian Academy and an endless embarrassment to House Blyledge. Something to do with the blatant sarcasm. And perhaps the fact that there was just a bit of something like affection in the word idiot.

Date: 2008-10-10 09:36 pm (UTC)
markoftherani: (Renegades)
From: [personal profile] markoftherani
"Be careful with that," she didn't-quite-snap; the warning was largely perfunctory and came more out of habit –very, very old habit– than anything else. As for his question: "There's only so much I can do for now, lacking the boy himself or additional samples. I might make some small progress if I can isolate and repair the short in the protein phosphorylator."

Which was a sort of quantum yes.

Date: 2008-10-10 10:02 pm (UTC)
markoftherani: (She blinded me with SCIENCE)
From: [personal profile] markoftherani
"Oh, very good. So you paid attention in Microscopic Cellular Analysis after all," she said. "Yes. And you know as well as I do that high energy exchange is currently inadvisable." Under other circumstances she might have tried it, but given her TARDIS's relative fragility—the repairs the Doctor and the Master had made a galaxy's worth of difference, but until she was back home, certain elements would always be touch and go—it was not something she wanted to risk.

Date: 2008-10-11 12:00 am (UTC)
markoftherani: (Menacing and amused)
From: [personal profile] markoftherani
Eyeroll. "Hang about if you like, but if you do, make yourself useful," she said, waving a hand in the direction of the offending phosphorylator.

((Anything else we need to cover here, plot-wise?))

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