[AU] come to burn your kingdom down ; eleven

[Oswin Oswald]

To evaluate her situation at this moment was very nearly impossible. Her. Disgusting concept of gender, but it had to do for now. This body was, after all, that of a human female. Oswin Oswald, the memories of this mind told her. Pathetic, really, only useful for the sheer amount of genius held within her mind. And even that wasn't enough to open the Pathweb here. Of course, once her conversion was complete and she has her metaphorical hands on something that would allow her to access the Pathweb, she would be nearly unstoppable and finally welcomed among her own kind. They would have to do so, with a mind such as hers in the body of a true Dalek. To hold such power, genius that no Dalek had ever possessed...

Someone in this world would know how to complete her. Powerful forces of "good" and "evil" (idiotic human concepts) were coming through rifts in time and space each day. If by magic or science or whatever it took, Oswin would be no more. The little screaming, easy to ignore voice in the back of her head would silence forever, and she could be one with her own kind. Having to walk among humans was horrid enough. Perhaps that was why she'd escaped into the forest, where interaction with lesser species was extremely limited.

Her body took to the trees, the ragged scraps of what had clearly once been a red dress clinging to it. Clothes were horribly superfluous things, hardly worthy of once such as her. But to go about unclothed both exposed her disgustingly weak and fleshy body and sent most humans into a complete panic. Such a weak and stupid race, but then again, perhaps it was as repulsive to them as it was to her. Perhaps deep down in their subconscious, they were just as disgusted by themselves as she was with all of them. She certainly wouldn't blame them. Still, Oswin climbed, darting from tree to tree in an attempt to put as much distance between herself and any settlement of humans as possible. If it was possible.

And then, something caught her attention.

A flash down below. Someone traveling through the woods. She wrinkled her nose, figuring it was just another human, unworthy of her time and trouble. This body rendered her unable to kill, so there was hardly anything to be done with it. Only when she caught sight of a face did she take pause and even begin to smirk with an odd sort of emotionless wickedness.

The Doctor.

Oh, just her luck! Truly, a way to ensure that she wouldn't be stuck in the asylum again. There was no possible way her species could reject the killer of their most hated enemy, of the very last Time Lord in existence. But, of course, she would need to find a way to do so out in this forest. And just a hint of deception certainly wouldn't go awry.

Silently, she dropped down to the forest floor, hidden by the bushes nearby. Oswin had met the Doctor previously, and that could most certainly be used to her advantage, as well as her current state. She saw little point in maintaining this human body when it would only be stripped away once her conversion was complete. She ate little, slept less and it certainly showed. To any passer-by, this body might have looked as though it were lost in the woods for days, and she was perfectly prepared to perhaps bring out the Doctor's humanity. To get close to him before she murdered him and finally found someone to complete what ought to have been finished a very long time ago.

As she stepped out from the bushes, her entire demeanor changed. Memories called up from Oswin's subconscious told her to shiver and step hesitantly forward, looking small and frightened. "...D-Doctor?" The voice that came out was undeniably Oswin. Soft and scared and just a little bit hopeful, all the while betraying nothing of what lurked underneath.

Oh yes. Her plan was in motion.