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

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

"Oh great. A nutcase. Like Hogwarts doesn't have enough of those."

[thefuturemrpond.livejournal.com]

...okay, in Rory's professional opinion, hysterical laughter like that was a bad sign. On the other hand, it couldn't be easy to make a psychological adjustment from being a piece of popcorn.

He paused what he hoped was a safe distance away, and, because there weren't that many good questions at a time like this, asked, "Er - are you all right, mate?"

[eleventyrags.livejournal.com]

He knew - he he knew so well - that laughter. The Doctor could hear it echoing not only in his ears but in his head, his hearts, right down to his very bones. It was at a full run that he came careening down the hall to the popcorn room, fast enough to endanger even his bowtie from flying off. It was still at a run that he jumped into the air and landed on the master, arms and legs clinging in the most absurd and embarrassing koala hug ever witnessed by any of the timeless eyes of the universe.

But really, who could blame him? There he was, the Master, all better after everything and returned so they could finally start the right way, so the Doctor could slice away all that dreadful insanity and show him the beautiful things in the universe he so longed to share.

So overwhelming was the emotion that the Doctor could only manage a kind of giggly whimper as he clung to his buttered fellow Gallifreyan.

[fantastic-nine.livejournal.com]

"It's a bit disorienting, coming back." He was leaning against the wall, his posture casual but his eyes carefully guarded. "Of course, I still haven't figured out what the butter is all about."

He had survived the Time War. If anyone would, of course it would be him.

[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

Could it be? Was that ...

... yes, it must be ...

... the unmistakeable sound of villainous laughter? Possibly, ever so slightly, a bit unhinged, and definitely chock full of joie de vivre? A zest, a veritable zeal, for nefarious doings and schemes aplenty?

SURELY IT WAS SO!

Lezard began to laugh his own crazy laugh (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBhksfGFiQ8). Howling and cackling to wake the dead, he floated toward the source of the other laughter, and found it near the popcorn room.

"Why, hello there!"

[raistlin-black.livejournal.com]

Power positively hummed off the man who emerged from the popcorn room, leaving a trail of butter in his wake. He looked a wreck, but Raistlin recognized power.. and perhaps a like mind.

"Is it the butter or the return that you find amusing?"

[ilikethemdead.livejournal.com]

Finding it prudent to keep an eye on the new flesh, Karasu was in the hallway when the butter soaked man stumbled out. He tilted his head a little, wondering at the cruelty in his eyes. Interesting.

"Tell me what you find so amusing..." It wasn't quite a question, more of a demand.

[ukon-sakon.livejournal.com]

The laughter should have encouraged them to turn around, but Sakon was curious about this place and Ukon wasn't likely to shy away from anything strange. Seeing someone covered in...oil?...was very strange though. "Sakon, why is that man prepared to be fried?" Ukon asked, pointing.

"Hush, Ukon," Sakon said, his cheeks coloring in embarrassment. He swallowed. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft.

"How could he be?" Ukon demanded. "He's going to be food."