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.

Comments

[thefuturemrpond.livejournal.com]

"People ...just don't die here. I don't know how it works, can't say what happens if anyone tries, but no one in the castle can be killed. Hurt, but not killed."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

That reminded him of happy times on the Valiant with that Harkness fellow. Would it be like that here? The thought of experimenting was sweetly tempting, like a rich dessert.

"So if I stay in the castle, I can't be killed? Sounds like it would make running errands feel like extreme thrill-seeking."

[thefuturemrpond.livejournal.com]

"It might be that we can't die anywhere we go in this world. I doubt many people have tested it."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Really." What a wonderful puzzle he'd been given to play with! But the questions he really wanted to ask would raise too much suspicion. "That really does give me food for thought."

[thefuturemrpond.livejournal.com]

Rory nodded, misinterpreting that. "It is a lot to have to take in at once."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

A wrong impression, but not an unintended one. "It is, isn't it? I suppose I'll need to adjust."