"Oh..." Rose laughed sheepishly that it wasn't Rassilon after all, though she hardly seemed cheered up or not worried.
Rose herself is usually a billion times straightforward than even the Doctor, especially after her traveling between the void, but well...
She chews on one of her fingertips in thought, and rocks on her heels. "Rassilon, and Rassilon, again... to answer your questions."
Rose shook her head. Hybrid would never be a go, but... she chewed he bottom lip in thought. "Lady Me wants to protect him from the TimeLords well- Rassilon... sort of it's...." She sighed and huffed quietly, facepalming. "The Doctor does something stupid in his future. Big surprise." He was always doing dumb things.
"I definitely can't tell you why or how Rassilon gets back in power," Rose frowned, narrowing then crossing her eyes temporarily in thought before shaking her head. "But... he wanted to do the trap and used Lady Me to do it, because of the stupid thing the Doctor did. Or does. Will do."
Rubbing the back of her neck, Rose glanced away, thinking harder. "No, we've never met, and he wouldn't know me." She turned back to Romana seriously. "But I know him." She cracked her knuckles, flexing her hands and wrists, and thinking all the harder. Lady Me was bound to tell Romana about the torture, probably. But Rose couldn't. She couldn't even bear the idea of how upset the Doctors there would be if Rose did tell, and she was no longer trying to protect Lady Me from well... that at least. Though there were plenty of other things.
All right, how to explain it. Skipping the Time War entirely--
Rose's brown eyes narrowed darkly again. "He tried to destroy my universe; Rassilon. More than once," honestly, who hadn't? And none of the rest of them Rose held a grudge against. But saying that he hurt Rose's best friends was a bit too much of a giveaway, and while she'd mentioned to Four about the cyber-timeline, it wasn't something she told even the rest of the Doctors, and the only version of the Doctor she could ever imagine bringing up to, would be one so far in the future it wouldn't matter. Still... Rose cocked her head to the side. "My... father," she said hesitantly, still uncertain about using that word for him, or explaining the situation, "Was the head of Torchwood in a -- different universe." All right, that was a good starting place. Especially with Jack and Ianto there, Torchwood was bound to come up. "He chased down cybermen from his universe through the void to your universe, and the Torchwood of that universe had Jack and Ianto working in a different division, in Cardiff, but the London Torcwhood were accidentally bringing the cyberman over; because they're right idiots."
A serious nod.
Lalalala. Skipping all the daleks, because that was TimeWar stuff.
Rose held up a hand, "I know this is really roundabout," an apologetic grin again, "But it's the only way I know to try." She closed her eyes again to think. "I... the last time the Doctor and I went back home," she said carefully, another wolfish head tilt, "You can do that here, you can return to your own timeline, but I don't recommend it until you talk to the Doctor at least, yeah? He and I waited a year to go back." She shook her head. Back on point. "When we went back, I had to go between... timelines that never were." A headtilt again. She knew TimeLords could no longer do that, could they have before? Were there laws against that? She didn't even know what was entirely required in it for anyone but her to have tried. But it hardly mattered. "My father, Peter Tyler, is an inventor, so in his universe, the cyberman originated with his company, not Mondas."
She snorted quietly. It was all random bits of yarn and collecting them into a full ball took some doing, which was a mental image she'd gotten from Four, and instantly wanted to share with him, but FOCUS! "The Doctor and I... became separated at Torchwood. The London branch of your Universe." She cracked her knuckles again.
This was going to be a very weird way of explaining the long series of interconnected events focusing specifically on isolated pieces, but it did all connect at least!
"Rassilon divided us. For whatever reason. Destroying the universe reasons, and in another timeline, for power. And it -- at the time, sealed the Universes off completely, so the Doctor couldn't reach me." 100% true, but with so many missing details, it was nearly laughable.
"To get back to the Doctor, I used my father's inventions, and I had to follow a trail of ehhhhhh.... glitched timelines. Fifth dimension. All the maybes around mortals around the Doctor trying to," she mimed her fingers as if this would help. "Make a bridge." A huff. Good enough. "One of the timelines, I was turned into a cyberman and shot my Mom, and Jack died trying to save me in all of them--" Again, true, but... with ridiculously less details than reality. Not the least of which was that Rose turned Jack into a fixed point which gave Timelords the heebie jeebies, but whatever! Rose was also aware that TimeLord senses were dulled or flat-out nonexistent here and had to be specifically bent back, and if the Doctor thought Romana was in danger of doing that around Jack, he could warn her himself. "It's not 100% Rassilon's fault, mind ya, I mean it's all kind of..." She closed her eyes and made a bunch of ball and explosions hand gestures. "Complicated." Rose turning herself into the weapon and channeling it in Nautilus and fusing timelines she wasn't supposed to remember; complicated.
"But I told the Doctor, all of 'em here, if I ever see any incarnation of Rassilon and --" Rose closed her eyes and counted on fingers, "I've seen like 4 or 5 of him in--" dreams. Reality. Visions. Things that never were but could have been, would have been if she, Jack, and/or the Doctor weren't there stopping them from being. "A way." Hahahaha. Well, it was true again, just not a normal physical one. "But if I evar see 'im, I'm gonna kick him in the face. And mess him up with Bending before he can even get his bearings!" Huff!!! And Rose folded her arms.
"An' I don't even know what all Jack and Ianto had to go through on their end of Torchwood, but I know a lot of it was stupid Rassilon's fault." The rift, the displaced aliens, the -- well, Rose hadn't asked them, and there were certainly things that weren't Rassilon's fault, but still. Anyone at all making life harder than it needed to be on Jack and a huge chunk of Earth's timeline was someone Rose held a grudge again. "Imma kick his stupid face!" Growl growl.
Davros, daleks, and cyberkings didn't faze Rose. And she only barely remembered she was supposed to fear the Master, not try to befriend him (she wanted to anyway just because), Rassilon though... Rassilon she was going to kick in the face. And 8 getting stuffed full of anti-time by Rassilon and turning him into Zagreus had definitely sold Rose on the concept, long before she knew anything about cyberman timelines and only just that he had been willing to destroy the universe and ascend the timelords into beings of higher consciousness, like a Jim Jones Kool Aid drinking cult. Although finding out about him torturing the Doctor had been the real start. Luckily this was a much more restrained Rose who no longer violently fantasized about ways to stab him.
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Rose herself is usually a billion times straightforward than even the Doctor, especially after her traveling between the void, but well...
She chews on one of her fingertips in thought, and rocks on her heels. "Rassilon, and Rassilon, again... to answer your questions."
Rose shook her head. Hybrid would never be a go, but... she chewed he bottom lip in thought. "Lady Me wants to protect him from the TimeLords well- Rassilon... sort of it's...." She sighed and huffed quietly, facepalming. "The Doctor does something stupid in his future. Big surprise." He was always doing dumb things.
"I definitely can't tell you why or how Rassilon gets back in power," Rose frowned, narrowing then crossing her eyes temporarily in thought before shaking her head. "But... he wanted to do the trap and used Lady Me to do it, because of the stupid thing the Doctor did. Or does. Will do."
Rubbing the back of her neck, Rose glanced away, thinking harder. "No, we've never met, and he wouldn't know me." She turned back to Romana seriously. "But I know him." She cracked her knuckles, flexing her hands and wrists, and thinking all the harder. Lady Me was bound to tell Romana about the torture, probably. But Rose couldn't. She couldn't even bear the idea of how upset the Doctors there would be if Rose did tell, and she was no longer trying to protect Lady Me from well... that at least. Though there were plenty of other things.
All right, how to explain it. Skipping the Time War entirely--
Rose's brown eyes narrowed darkly again. "He tried to destroy my universe; Rassilon. More than once," honestly, who hadn't? And none of the rest of them Rose held a grudge against. But saying that he hurt Rose's best friends was a bit too much of a giveaway, and while she'd mentioned to Four about the cyber-timeline, it wasn't something she told even the rest of the Doctors, and the only version of the Doctor she could ever imagine bringing up to, would be one so far in the future it wouldn't matter. Still... Rose cocked her head to the side. "My... father," she said hesitantly, still uncertain about using that word for him, or explaining the situation, "Was the head of Torchwood in a -- different universe." All right, that was a good starting place. Especially with Jack and Ianto there, Torchwood was bound to come up. "He chased down cybermen from his universe through the void to your universe, and the Torchwood of that universe had Jack and Ianto working in a different division, in Cardiff, but the London Torcwhood were accidentally bringing the cyberman over; because they're right idiots."
A serious nod.
Lalalala. Skipping all the daleks, because that was TimeWar stuff.
Rose held up a hand, "I know this is really roundabout," an apologetic grin again, "But it's the only way I know to try." She closed her eyes again to think. "I... the last time the Doctor and I went back home," she said carefully, another wolfish head tilt, "You can do that here, you can return to your own timeline, but I don't recommend it until you talk to the Doctor at least, yeah? He and I waited a year to go back." She shook her head. Back on point. "When we went back, I had to go between... timelines that never were." A headtilt again. She knew TimeLords could no longer do that, could they have before? Were there laws against that? She didn't even know what was entirely required in it for anyone but her to have tried. But it hardly mattered. "My father, Peter Tyler, is an inventor, so in his universe, the cyberman originated with his company, not Mondas."
She snorted quietly. It was all random bits of yarn and collecting them into a full ball took some doing, which was a mental image she'd gotten from Four, and instantly wanted to share with him, but FOCUS! "The Doctor and I... became separated at Torchwood. The London branch of your Universe." She cracked her knuckles again.
This was going to be a very weird way of explaining the long series of interconnected events focusing specifically on isolated pieces, but it did all connect at least!
"Rassilon divided us. For whatever reason. Destroying the universe reasons, and in another timeline, for power. And it -- at the time, sealed the Universes off completely, so the Doctor couldn't reach me." 100% true, but with so many missing details, it was nearly laughable.
"To get back to the Doctor, I used my father's inventions, and I had to follow a trail of ehhhhhh.... glitched timelines. Fifth dimension. All the maybes around mortals around the Doctor trying to," she mimed her fingers as if this would help. "Make a bridge." A huff. Good enough. "One of the timelines, I was turned into a cyberman and shot my Mom, and Jack died trying to save me in all of them--" Again, true, but... with ridiculously less details than reality. Not the least of which was that Rose turned Jack into a fixed point which gave Timelords the heebie jeebies, but whatever! Rose was also aware that TimeLord senses were dulled or flat-out nonexistent here and had to be specifically bent back, and if the Doctor thought Romana was in danger of doing that around Jack, he could warn her himself. "It's not 100% Rassilon's fault, mind ya, I mean it's all kind of..." She closed her eyes and made a bunch of ball and explosions hand gestures. "Complicated." Rose turning herself into the weapon and channeling it in Nautilus and fusing timelines she wasn't supposed to remember; complicated.
"But I told the Doctor, all of 'em here, if I ever see any incarnation of Rassilon and --" Rose closed her eyes and counted on fingers, "I've seen like 4 or 5 of him in--" dreams. Reality. Visions. Things that never were but could have been, would have been if she, Jack, and/or the Doctor weren't there stopping them from being. "A way." Hahahaha. Well, it was true again, just not a normal physical one. "But if I evar see 'im, I'm gonna kick him in the face. And mess him up with Bending before he can even get his bearings!" Huff!!! And Rose folded her arms.
"An' I don't even know what all Jack and Ianto had to go through on their end of Torchwood, but I know a lot of it was stupid Rassilon's fault." The rift, the displaced aliens, the -- well, Rose hadn't asked them, and there were certainly things that weren't Rassilon's fault, but still. Anyone at all making life harder than it needed to be on Jack and a huge chunk of Earth's timeline was someone Rose held a grudge again. "Imma kick his stupid face!" Growl growl.
Davros, daleks, and cyberkings didn't faze Rose. And she only barely remembered she was supposed to fear the Master, not try to befriend him (she wanted to anyway just because), Rassilon though... Rassilon she was going to kick in the face. And 8 getting stuffed full of anti-time by Rassilon and turning him into Zagreus had definitely sold Rose on the concept, long before she knew anything about cyberman timelines and only just that he had been willing to destroy the universe and ascend the timelords into beings of higher consciousness, like a Jim Jones Kool Aid drinking cult. Although finding out about him torturing the Doctor had been the real start. Luckily this was a much more restrained Rose who no longer violently fantasized about ways to stab him.