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] raistlin-black.livejournal.com 2010-10-16 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
"There are two dragons - one red and one black. Smaug is the red dragon and I believe the younger of the two. He values treasure and the friendship of an albino sorceror, Elric." The disdain in Raistlin's voice was palpable as he mentioned Elric.

"The other dragon, Ancalagon is far older and far more dangerous. He is not as intrigued by treasure. Information and the chance to antagonize Smaug seem to be his interest."

[identity profile] raistlin-black.livejournal.com 2010-10-16 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
His lips twitched in a smirk, "Very useful. Smaug seems to be a bit more.. impulsive in nature. And very protective of his pet."

[identity profile] raistlin-black.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"It does make it useful," he remarked dryly. "Come. The night air is clear, ideal flying weather for the dragons."

Raistlin turned and walked to the door, not bothering to see if the Master was following him.