Open RP - The Master returns
Oct. 12th, 2010 02:02 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
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((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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Date: 2010-10-12 10:34 pm (UTC)"Hello," he said in his most charming Prime Ministerial fashion. "You look like someone who knows how things might work around here."
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Date: 2010-10-12 10:58 pm (UTC)"I have the privilege and delight of being Lezard Valeth. As such, it is often true that I know how things work, in many places." Except when he was catastrophically mistaken, hampered by hubris, or ... dealing with women. "How rare to make the acquaintance of a gentleman so perceptive. Are you here for business or pleasure?"
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Date: 2010-10-12 11:23 pm (UTC)And Lezard clearly thought of himself as such.
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Date: 2010-10-12 11:45 pm (UTC)In fact, the answer suggested to him mainly that the gentleman either did not wish to discuss his purpose for being here, or did not know said purpose himself. The former was always understandable (though a true evil overlord would suffer an inexplicable compulsion to unburden himself of his plans in dramatic monologue from time to time, this compulsion was erratic in Lezard's experience, and greatly dependent upon the proximity of a hero[ine]), the latter hardly uncommon (though amusing to Lezard if it were the case, and in another mood he might have pressed the point in the hope of such amusement).
In his present mood, pressing for details was just too dull to bother doing. Though there was one thing he would like to know:
"Have you yet experienced enjoyment in these halls?"
Which was Lezard-ese for are you having fun yet?
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Date: 2010-10-13 12:05 am (UTC)"Oh, yes. I'm not going to be bored here at all."