[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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[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.