Open RP - The Master returns

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

((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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[ukon-sakon.livejournal.com]

Ukon blinked. "I don't eat," he finally said. "And, Sakon prefers fish. I don't think he'd eat people."

"Ah, no," Sakon said, his hand behind his head. "It's not usually done..."

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"No," the Master agreed with a hoarse chuckle. "Not usually done at all."

And was it any surprise? Given what most humans put into their bodies, it was a wonder they were edible at all. Hopefully he'd never be that hungry again.

[ukon-sakon.livejournal.com]

Ukon leaned forward a little, tilting his head. "Are you sure you're okay, or did that stuff do something to your brain?"

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"My brain is more powerful than you can imagine!" he bellowed, instantly enraged. His brain... it was roaring, that unbearably loud silence that follows prolonged noise.

[ukon-sakon.livejournal.com]

Ukon recoiled and Sakon took a step back. Ukon turned a little. "Don't make him angry," he said. He turned back to the man before Sakon could reply, his hands up. "Look, we know this place is weird, but..."

"Do you know where you are?" Sakon interrupted.

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And just like that, he was smiling again, practically glowing with the semblance of amiability.

"Earth, Scotland, a place called Hogwarts, grimy little corridor... am I missing anything?"

[ukon-sakon.livejournal.com]

Ukon tilted his head a little, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why are you covered in that stuff?" he asked.

"I am sorry," Sakon said. "It seemed that you were confused."