I've been reading the audiobooks, and it seems like the time lords can do anything when they put their minds together, like in classic Who, the 3rd Doctor can just teleport objects whenever he wants with his mind, or the 5 dr flying.
I dont feel like nerfing Time Lords or the doctor, so I'm going to leave them op
2-day later—--So I got a really bad stomach ache, like it was really bad, i was nearly on my knees from the pain
3-day i was having writers block sorry the chapter is short
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[System Notice:]
[Anti-Magic Purge Successful.]
[Chaos Contamination Level: Neutralized.]
[Reward: +1,950 XP.]
She exhaled, leaned back, and looked up into the rain. It was quiet again. For the first time in hours, no magic pulsed in the air—only the sound of the storm and the faint hum of her system syncing the new data.
"System," she muttered, "analyze fragment."
[Analyzing...]
[Chaos Data Fragment Source: Cacophony / Carnival Queen
[Trace Pattern: Dimensional resonance matching early Time Lord soul expulsion artifacts.]
[Estimated Correlation: 89.3%]
She froze. "Early Time Lord soul expulsion… no. You're telling me the Carnival Queen is one of ours?"
[Affirmative]
That hit her like a physical blow. The Time Lords, her people (she guessed, though she never met one), had always claimed to have "purged irrationality" in their ancient ascension. But they hadn't destroyed it. They'd just dumped it somewhere else.
The Queen wasn't born. She was abandoned.
"You know everything I hear about Time Lords really shows they were the big dick about everything, most of the bad thing in reality seems to come from them."
For a moment, she almost felt something like pity. Then the lights flickered. A whisper of static slithered through her omni-tool's speakers, even though it wasn't turned on. A voice, light and giggly, slid into her mind:
"You can feel it, can't you? The rhythm beneath the reason. You've got my song in your soul, little Engineer."
Her breath caught.
"...Cacophony?" she asked quietly.
"I prefer Carnival Queen, it's friendlier, though I'm trying different names, but never mind that. You and I are going to make the universe fun again."
The alley walls began to shimmer with colors that shouldn't exist. The rain fell upward for a moment before gravity remembered itself. She could feel the irrational trying to take root again, clawing through the cracks she'd just sealed.
She closed her eyes. "You picked the wrong Time Lady to mess with."
"Yeah, I dont like how Time Lady sounds, let's go back to Time Lord…hmmm, yeah~ that sounds real good~."
"No, sweet paradox," the voice laughed. "I picked the right one."
Then the colors vanished, leaving her alone again, rain, silence, and the faint echo of laughter twisting through the storm.
She looked down at her omni-tool.
[NEW OBJECTIVE: Investigate Cacophony's Song]
Subtasks:
[ – Locate irrational hotspots in London (0/3)
– Decode Chaos Frequency Pattern
– Identify the link between Time Lord soul-expulsion events and current manifestations.]
The Engineer stood, jaw tightening. Her dark humor flickered briefly, more a survival instinct than amusement. "Well," she muttered, brushing rain from her face, "looks like this is gonna be a while."
She stepped out into the street, boots splashing through puddles that glowed faintly with residual paradox energy. Somewhere far above, thunder rolled less like weather, more like laughter.
The Carnival Queen was watching.
And the Engineer had just become the most interesting anomaly in the irrational universe.
[QUEST COMPLETE]
[Sub-objective cleared: Irrational hotspot (1/3)
XP earned: 2,400]
[Level up! +2 Engineering, +1 Logic, +1 Perception]
Reward: XP, perk fragments, Carnival Queen reputation (???)
She blinked."…Reputation? With her? Hope that didn't come to bite me in the butt later."
She sighed, flicking ectoplasmic dust from her coat. "System," she said, "tell me something. Why does every weird cult I meet sound like it's recruiting for a clown apocalypse?"
[Response Unavailable ]
"Yeah, thought so."
She glanced up, eyes catching movement. Two faint shadows ducked behind a bin.
"...You can come out now, also, you guys suck at hiding," she said.
Lira froze. "She knows."
Nash whispered, "Maybe she doesn't mean us."
"I mean you, I got superhuman senses," Engineer added. "Come on. I don't bite. Much."
They hesitated before stepping out, hands visible.
"Magic agents?" she asked.
Lira nodded. "And you're a Caillou."
The Engineer smirked. "Cute name. Never heard that one before, though I'm not bald kid."
"You shouldn't even be here," Nash said. "The Lords Of Time y-you you hate magic."
She shrugged. "Whoa there, I didn't ban anything. That way, way before my TIME…eheh you get it, cause you know I'm a Lord of Time..."
She then sees their face, too scared even to reply
"I guess not, hmm, damn the Doctor makes those quick jokes look easy."
"Relax. If I wanted you dead, the brickwork would've already eaten you."
They relaxed much faster than she expected.
Fear does that.
The scarred agent swallowed.
"Are you here because of the Carnival Queen?"
The Engineer snorted.
"I'm here because your monks lunged at me like they heard the Bat-Signal. The rest is just… extracurricular."
The air felt heavy again, irrational pressure returning. The puddles quivered. Somewhere, faint music started playing, calliope notes drifting from nowhere.
The Engineer looked up, smiling slightly. "Well, she's got the joke."
"Who?" Lira asked.
"The Carnival Queen, though she is starting to really annoy me. I want to go back to my bed."
Nash's face drained of color. "You've seen her?"
"Not yet," the Engineer said, straightening her trench coat. "But I will have some business with her. I guess it's kinda family stuff."
The agents exchanged glances.
"You can sense her?" one asked softly.
The Engineer didn't answer because something else caught her attention.
A flicker.
A distortion.
Like reality slid sideways for a breath.
Someone was opening a chaos gate again.
Her eyes glowed for a second, barely a second, before snapping back to normal. Her muscles coiled with an eager little snap. "So," she said casually, finally turned her head back. "Why are you crouched behind trash?"
And they flinched.
Because her eyes didn't look human right now.
Not even close.
All swirling nebula and slow-burning event horizon.
She sighed softly, forcing them back to normal. Or at least normal-shaped.
"Better?" she said dryly.
Nash cleared his throat, trying to sound like a man who didn't just watch magic flinch. "We're, uh… handling a situation."
She blinked. "Same. But like—" she waved a hand in a lazy circle— "WAY too much effort. I'm not clearing all this alone. You guys wanna tag-team this? I'm bored. And lazy. Mostly lazy."
Lira stared, mouth slightly open. "You want… to team up? With us?"
"Look, you two are doing your whole clandestine mystic spy thing," she mimicked, holding binoculars dramatically, "and I am not running across London all night cleaning up carnies hopped up on chaos magic. So yeah. Partnership. Temporary. Efficiency buff."
Nash squinted. "Efficiency buff?"
"Never mind," she said. "Long story."
A distortion rippled through the sky. A pulse of the Carnival Queen's influence washed down the street, making buildings stretch for a heartbeat before snapping back.
Lira hissed, bracing herself. "We're running out of time. The bigger node of the ritual is deeper in."
Engineer rolled her neck. "Great. Let's go ruin someone's day."
"System," she whispered, eyes flaring violet-gold.
"Track it."
[SYSTEM:]
[ Lock acquired.]
[Probability spike detected.]
[Engineer's Murphy's Law perk activating:]
[Event attraction increased.]
[ Enemies incoming.]
The agents stepped back.
"Are you sure you want to—"
She grinned.
Something screamed through the dimensions.
A tear ripped open six feet off the ground.
Fireworks of impossible color burst out.
Chaos monks round two.
They poured through the rift like rabid locusts, eyes glowing, hands dripping with spells that bent the alley into fractals.
The Engineer cracked her knuckles.
"Okay.
"Let's dance."