001: Singing in the Rain When the Bad Dreams Come [Open]

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Characters: Leela of the Sevateem and Romana II
Location: Outside the Twin's Shop
Time: After her Death
Summary: Leela has faced death on a number of occasions, but she's never dealt with resurrection before.
Warnings: Backdated character death?



A true warrior did not fear death. A true warrior anticipated it whenever they went into battle. They made their peace with whatever gods they wished to pray to and they faced their foes with a steady heart and a weapon in their hand.

That was how it should be. That was how it had always been.

But not on the Plane. Nothing on the Plane was right or just.

On the Plane, death crept up slowly and silently, like a shadow within a shadow or the ghosts that had featured in the childhood stories of the Sevateem.

Leela - who had survived more battles than she could count - had died in silence, but she had not returned to life in the same way. She had screamed and shouted and brandished her knife at a foe that had not been there in the first place. Then she raised a hand to her throat. The blood was gone. The open wound - a raw red mouth that had shrieked when she could not - had sealed itself shut.

Was this a game to those that controlled the Plane? Where they playing with all of their prisoners? How many people had she killed with a swift knife to the neck or a backhanded slash to the throat? It was not fair. She was not angry about dying in the same way, but she was angry about dying without hearing the footsteps of her killer and without attempting - at the very least! - to take them with her.

She exited the shop with a bloodless knife in her hand and fire in her unseeing eyes.

"I swear," she growled, "I avenge this ... this murder. You have given me back my life and I will use every moment of it to make you pay."

She wished that she knew who she was talking to.

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[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

While there was hardly any need for her to Romana had been visiting the Plane on a more frequent basis. In fact, it was hardly a wise idea to do so after the events regarding the death matches and the now sudden deaths that have struck down others. It was a risk that she should have avoided. It was difficult enough with the matches having both Braxiatel and Narvin constantly keeping tabs on her; At least, more so than she was accustomed to.

But still her stubborn streak held strong and she continued these visits to gather her thoughts from the collective mess that home was. With nothing but a book tucked under her arm she had left the Library not too long ago to venture a little further on the Plane. She had no real direction in mind but it seemed that this machine made one incapable of becoming lost. It was a fairly safe assumption in the end when the Time Lord found herself drawing closer to the shop owned by the Twins.

The sight of the shop was not what caused her steps to falter for a split second however. Eyes widening ever so slightly it was impossible for her to not recognize the woman standing outside the door.

"-- Leela?"

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Leela had been waiting to hear that voice since she'd arrived on the Plane. When she'd been pulled away from Gallifrey for the first time, her immediate thoughts had been of Romana. They'd been through a great deal together, but the bonds of friendship and loyalty were, if anything, stronger for it. It had been strange, knowing that they could both visit the Plane and that neither of them had told the other about it. That had not been right. Not for Leela.

But now, of all times? How could she appear now?

"Romana?"

It sounded like a question, but it was not. Leela knew her presence - the feel of her nearby - as well as she knew her voice.

"You are here? This is not some trick of the machine's?"