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The Beast's face is suffused with many raw states of feeling, not all of which match Trav's expectations. Anger, surely. But also incredulity, and even bemusement, and his reaction is a sort of strangled laughter. "What I did to Phillipe?" he cries. "Oh, Traveller, Traveller, you know nothing! I did nothing to Phillipe but try to make him into the man he needed to be. And it did not take, I am very sad to say, and I wasted so many years. But now, I have truly outgrown him, and you, you've grown not at all. You--"
Then Trav makes her play for control of the TAROT. Protocols shift and unlock; she threads through the maze of safeguards and ciphers, recognizing the design of Paltree every step of the way. She can't help but be appalled by what she finds. It is a very different entity from the one she first met (though not the other way around) in London. The TAROT's current master has surely shaped its capabilities and its defenses, and she recognizes it only as one might recognize a lean and deadly mastiff from the pup it once was.
But perhaps somewhere, down at the TAROT's core, that true soul may remain--
Trav feels a psychic shock from just meters away from where she hangs in real space: the anguish of the TARDIS as the very device she is slinking her way inside assaults it, sending N-formed mathematical pincers piercing through Sweet Boy's temporarily reduced defenses at the behest of the Beast. He is probing his way toward the base operating systems and the telepathic backbone of the TARDIS, trying to find the keys to rewrite it to his own design.
And he becomes aware of her invasion, his snarl of rage shows a violation that seems just as unfeigned as Trav's is.
"How dare you!" he bellows. "You! Your people! You made us for each other! You do not get to come in at this late day and say, just kidding, we want our dominion back! I will deny you!"
And as he says this, hidden fail-safes and logical traps burst into action to descend upon Trav's incursion, within the architecture of the TAROT. It's rather like trying to pick a lock while fishing around inside a recessed space -- which abruptly closes upon one's hand.
A moment of consideration.
Yeah. This is how it should end. It'll rock.
Oh, stop it, you coward. I feel the hesitation, and the uncertainty. Deep down, you know you're wrong. I can feel the guilt and the cowardice twisting in your gut like a snake. You wanna play chicken? Lets play chicken. You are dealing with the fucking Traveller. You knew that your entire thing was for your own personal glory. I don't know your story yet - you may be a version of Phillipe that creates himself. But I will not have you threaten this TAROT, Phillipe in any of his incarnations, or my Sweet Boy or my family down there. The difference between you and me is the difference between the Doctor and the Master - I am not afraid at all of making a sacrifice. I have no fucks to give, now. I DON'T WANT TO RULE THIS UNIVERSE, YOU ASSHOLE. I WON'T LET YOU BECOME THE NEW RASSILON. HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT I WANT TO RE-ESTABLISH THEIR DOMINION - I KILLLED ALL OF THEM.
You are the Devil Card, but I am not the Queen of Wands.
I am the fucking Tower.
and I am CHANGE.
In this last gambit, with her and Sweet Boy's metaphorical hand at the heart of Beast and his weapon, the Traveller triggers her
regeneration in order to give her the power set at least this instance of the TAROT and her TARDIS free. Certainly, the Beast may still be a threat. For all she knows, he may other instances of this device enslaved, he will certainly still be a threat. But here, now, to free this instance of the TAROT, and start the road to the final showdown with the Beast? Yeah, baby. This is how Blondie rolls.
And, further, she rewrote the Time Lock itself and is every bit Paltree and the Master's colleague. She's even now using her intimate connection with her own TARDIS to seal off and immunize the old, wise time machine from attack, literally interposing her own ancient psyche in the way, while forcing the TAROT to roll back to an earlier version, using her superior security protocols. Regeneration is necessary. He may be a custom designed weapon, but he is not a
Time Lord. He made this poor being his slave. She's unlocking the collar around this mastiff's neck and burning away the evil in it's soul to the goodness she knows is there, and with the artron energy flooding like fire through her own psyche and body, is giving her life to burn off the claw he is extending into her sweet boy, and to burn away the schackles which he is using to enslave this particular manifestation of the TAROT. If he gets her TARDIS, her friends and the Cheetah Virus and everyone else she loves are doomed.
Some things are worth dying for.
OOC: The goal - make him release sweet boy, and make him release the TAROT, in that order. Also, I hope BlondeTrav can hold her current appearance long enough so as to have a fitting good bye scene before the golden explosion and the appearance of the New Traveller. I should be sitting on two new SP from Impulsive and Protect The Weak I claimed in that earlier turn.
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