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.

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[raistlin-black.livejournal.com]

"This school,” Raistlin sneered the word, “offers little of value. If you wish to learn anything, then I advise you spend your time in the library – it is one of the few places of interest here. The magical books are quite rare and hold the keys to impressive spells.”

"There are creatures of power outside these walls, living on the grounds. Ancient and impressive power." He was referring to the trio of dragons, the only residents of Hogwarts he considered his peers.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

Well, research was always needed when presented with new methods, and he was already looking forward to finding out just how much this magic (assuming it wasn't merely unusual technology) could benefit him.

"Ah, but schools are useful." He grinned with cheerful malice. "Teeming little microcosms, closed societies forming their own hierarchies. And they're so much fun to blow up."

[raistlin-black.livejournal.com]

He gave small smile at the prospect of destroying the whole of the school. Raistlin had spent the whole of his life outside of those societies and the exclusionary attitude of certain albino sorcerors had only served to fuel his anger.

"There is a magical impediment to the more creative methods of destruction. But I am sure with enough thought, other.. more entertaining alternatives could be found."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Anything/i> can be destroyed," the Master said, eyes taking on a fevered gleam. "Whole worlds burning, stars exploding, time itself unknitting. And you think one little school is indestructible?"

[raistlin-black.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say it was indestructible. There are wards and impediments to more destructive forms of magic. Overcoming them would require significant planning."

He pushed the dark hood back. "I am Raislin Majere of Krynn."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Oh, all of that?" He shrugged. "I am the Master." He left off 'and you will obey me'. For now.

[raistlin-black.livejournal.com]

The house elf returned at that moment with a folded stack of clothes. He shoved it at the Master before padding off towards Raistlin.

The slender wizard was suddenly seized with a coughing fit that nearly doubled him over. When it passed, he straightened, wiping flecks of blood from his lips.

"When you have concluded your exploration of the school, seek me out in the library. You should meet the dragons."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Dragons?" He tilted his head in interest. "All sorts of worlds have things they call dragons. Glorified lizards, most of them."

[raistlin-black.livejournal.com]

Raistlin gave a raspy, mocking laugh. "Then clearly you have met the wrong kind of dragons. They are ancient, powerful and referring to them as glorified anything will result in a rather.. messy reaction on their part."

He respected Nidhogg, but the tension between Ancalagon and Smaug was something that could potentially be useful with the right leverage.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you have my interest," the Master said. And it was true; dragons weren't dull reptilian creature everywhere. "Do tell me more."

[raistlin-black.livejournal.com]

"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."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Oh, red and black, nice color scheme," he commented, taking in the information. "And they don't get along?" He grinned, eyes glinting maliciously. "That could be very... useful."

[raistlin-black.livejournal.com]

His lips twitched in a smirk, "Very useful. Smaug seems to be a bit more.. impulsive in nature. And very protective of his pet."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Sounds a bit like someone I know," he said with a half-suppressed chuckle. "So nice, when they have self-imposed weaknesses."

[raistlin-black.livejournal.com]

"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.