Open RP - The Master returns

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((with the approval of the other Who muns))

He was...

He was in a slick heap on the floor, the smell of butter the first thing he consciously aware of. The smell. It was impossibly silent, an undreamed-of silence.

The Master, looking distinctly unmasterful in ragged, butter-drenched clothes, dragged himself from the room, pulling himself upright on the doorframe.

Silent, but for his breathing, and the butter dripping from him to the floor. His mouth felt greasy, and he spat to clear it. If only he could do the same to his mind! It was too quiet to think. He staggered into the hall.

He was...

He was alive. And that was all the starting point he'd ever needed.

The Master's laughter echoed down the stony corridor, echoing, folding in on itself. He was alive.

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"I tend to make my own," he said blandly. His eyes narrowed a little, laughter in them.

He slipped his hands into his pockets and raised his chin a little, looking down at the (as far as he could tell) human. "I only ask because you sound like a cat that just ate a pretty little canary."

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"Not precisely a canary," he said, but his smile widened. "But, then, you might just have the wrong sort of cat in mind."

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"Fancy yourself a predator do you?" he asked, tilting his head. The thought was somewhat laughable. Humans were nothing but humans after all. Weak, useless creatures. Worth nothing but to amuse and look pretty. (He refused to think of Kurama as a human, even though he wore the body of one.)

"You'll find that you're not one in charge here." It was a warning, given in an almost nonchalant tone.

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The arrogance wasn't surprising. Of course, bluster was slightly less tiresome when coming from a pretty package.

"Do you fancy yourself in charge, then?" He feigned a yawn, and nodded towards Karasu's half-mask. "Is that meant to be a new innovation in regalia? The chin crown? Is that your invention?"

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He laughed a little. Funny little bastard, really. A delightful mix of psychosis and wit. "It's simple pecking order," he said, a hand raising to run fingertips along his mask.

"This mask is my invention, yes, although it does more than merely look pretty." Pretty wasn't what most people would call it since it was organic rather than any sort of human substance.

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"Oh, do share," the Master purred. "That's half the fun, after all. Seeing people realize what a clever, clever thing you've made."

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Telling the little thing was hardly advisable, but Kurama already knew of its capabilities and it had little use for others. "It restrains my power. Ordinarily, I can process air and turn it into energy."

A small explosion went off by the Master's leg, just enough to create a breeze and a black mark on the stone, it was far enough away to not harm the Master himself. "That energy explodes. Thus, if I breathe without the mask, I become volatile and explosive."

His eyes curved in a smile.

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"Oh, that's good," he breathed. "No wonder you're so confident. Explosions on tap, how very useful that must be!"