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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.
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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“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.”
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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."
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The Master would never grasp how special the humans were, and that grieved him to his core.
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He folded his arms, "Besides, I could always ask myself."
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"Oh, you should," he purred. "I really think you should."