http://theregothedrums.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] theregothedrums.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2010-10-12 02:02 pm

Open RP - The Master returns

((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.

[identity profile] fantastic-nine.livejournal.com 2010-10-13 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor shook his head. The only two survivors of Gallifrey and this is how they were going to go on; still at each other’s throats. He wanted to grab him, to shake him violently and scream that it should all stop, that it didn’t matter anymore. None of it did. The Time Lords were dead; they were all that was left. It didn’t have to be like this – they didn’t have to keep fighting – even though he knew that they would. Sometimes he was so tired.


It was the manic gleam in the Master’s eye that kept him from doing any of this, although he was sure that a glimmer of what he was thinking was evident. The Master was dangerously perceptive and emotional outbursts only seemed to fuel his determination to hurt him and those he cared about. He was thankful that Rose was safely away from the school and the inevitable threat posed by the man before him. “I’ve stopped you before. I’ll do it again. You know that. So just.. don’t. There’s more than enough to distract you here.”

[identity profile] fantastic-nine.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
He snorted, "The last thing I'd do is underestimate you. But I want you to remember something."

The Doctor closed the distance between them, standing closer than was really necessary. "I watched our fleets burn. I watched Gallifrey burn. I saw everything that I loved burn and die and fall through time. If I have to stop you, I will."

[identity profile] fantastic-nine.livejournal.com 2010-10-15 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
His jaw tightened in anger and he spun away from him. Did his insinuation about ‘Earth girls’ hit a bit too close to home? No, no of course not.Right?

“Whatever you’re planning, don’t,” the Doctor finally bit out. “This planet and these humans aren’t yours..” he leveled a finger at the Master. “Don’t think that because we’re the last that it will make me hesitate. If I have to, I will stop you.”

[identity profile] fantastic-nine.livejournal.com 2010-10-15 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
((edited))

The Doctor gave a half smile, "New regeneration, new me, you know how it is. I can't keep everything the same, it'd just get boring. And I can't explain to you what you won't understand. Humans are special, even if they are half-deranged little primates most of the time."

[identity profile] fantastic-nine.livejournal.com 2010-10-15 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Somehow he resisted the urge to throw his hands up in the air. "Then leave them be! Sit back and watch the mayhem.. but just leave them alone. There's more than enough destruction to keep you happy."

The Master would never grasp how special the humans were, and that grieved him to his core.

[identity profile] fantastic-nine.livejournal.com 2010-10-15 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor smiled cheekily, "Nope. I don't know. And that's fine. Half the fun of traveling is not knowing what's going to happen or where you're going to wind up."

He folded his arms, "Besides, I could always ask myself."