[Closed, Master/Turlough] Wiping that smirk off his face.

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

Having gotten nowhere with his visions, Turlough had decided to consult a library. He supposed it would be related to Divination, but he didn't want to bother Kusuriyuri yet, and he definitely didn't want to bother the Doctor if it turned out to be the-well, his-future.

Alas, he would never make it to the library, for there was someone with...plans for him.

[[WARNING: Torture]]

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[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

"You want to sleep with me, fine. I don't care what you do, as long as it's not making me throw up."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"That's your seduction technique?" He raised his wand again, clearly preparing to set the chair spinning again.

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

"I can't bloody well seduce you upside down, you idiot. At any rate, you'd probably only go for it drunk. Just like the DOctor."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"If you were any good at it you..." He blinked again, and stared. "Getting someone intoxicated to screw them isn't well thought of on many civilized planets either, you know. Is it true that rapists have small penises? I read that once. Apparently it's a compensation thing."

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

"Oh come on, I wasn't even the one that got him drunk. That meddling Yukimura got him drunk and deposited him at my door. And the Doctor technically made the first move, I reciprocated."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Did I ask for details? Or is that your idea of dirty talk?" He twirled the wand in his fingers, making mental note of the name.

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

"You're the one that's accused me of being a rapist. I'm only defending myself here."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"No, you're the one who uses shapeshifting and intoxicants to get sex. I'd sooner have a quick one off the wrist than demean myself like that. But if this is how you go about seduction, it's no wonder."

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

"I'm a man of opportunity, so sue me. And it's not like ALL My encounters were like that, hell, once, I was the one intoxicated."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"I looked up that shapeshifting potion... hardly a random opportunity." He leaned back in his chair, snickering. "You're not a sexual predator, you're a sexual scavenger, is that it?"

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

"Scavenger I can accept." Eh. Not the most enlightened conversation, but he's not spinning around.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"You know that's not especially alluring, don't you?"

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

"It's a step up. I was almost a murderer."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"What'smurder got to do with it?" He looked genuinely baffled.

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

"You think you're the only one that's tried to kill the Doctor?" Turlough smirked. "THe only thing missing is a desire for world conquest and sappy radio shows and we could be brothers."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"No," he said tightly, "We could not." That was flat-out uppity. Not to mention he wasn't too keen on anyone else trying to kill the Doctor.

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you're right. I mean, imagine me as a Time Lord. Gallifrey would never have been the same before this war I heard of."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

A moment of absolute silence.

A flick of the wand.

And a crash as the chair with its bound occupant fell to the floor, the spell broken.

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

Turlough cursed as he fell to the ground, in immense pain. THere might be some bleeding. "Oh fuck fuck fuck! Fuck you, Master, gah!"

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

That's better, that's enough to make him smile again. "Good thing we're here, isn't it? You've probably got a lovely concussion."

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

"No. Fucking. Kidding." Well, the concussion hasn't taken off his snark, yet.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"It's less than you deserve." He was brimming with rage; too much so to trust himself casting spells. Not that he had a moral objection to a repeat of the Cruciatus Curse, but if he hexed Turlough into a gibbering basket case, the Doctor would doubtless be cross. He knelt to untie the ropes instead.

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, the concussion was coming on really strong now, as Turlough fought to stay awake as the Master untied him.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Arrogant, wretched..." He'd have killed the brat and incinerated the corpse if he could have. He'd planned to practice a memory charm, but after a blow to the head like that he'd probably have lost a good part of the day. Levitating him, the Master steered Turlough through the corridors, dumping him in a corner once they reached a more frequently traveled area.