Owl from the Master to the Third Doctor
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The Master found it harder than expected to compose his note to the Doctor.... the Doctor as he had been so long ago. He could barely recall how it was between them, it was so long ago.
But finally, he produced a letter in an elegant hand.
My dear Doctor,
As we discussed, there is an establishment in this school suitable for a gentleman's relaxation. The enclosed map will direct you there, and no where else. Shall we meet for drinks at seven?
With a sharp pang, he signed his name in Gallifreyan.
But finally, he produced a letter in an elegant hand.
My dear Doctor,
As we discussed, there is an establishment in this school suitable for a gentleman's relaxation. The enclosed map will direct you there, and no where else. Shall we meet for drinks at seven?
With a sharp pang, he signed his name in Gallifreyan.
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Date: 2012-09-23 11:26 pm (UTC)Perhaps it was the implied condescension, one he couldn't really protest without impugning his future self, and he should hope he'd have learned many new things in the future. That didn't mean it wasn't very irritating in the here and now.
"Well, that's certainly something there never seems to be any shortage off," the Doctor said, voice sharpened by the frustration of not being able to reach all the information available and needed to understand the situation. He was heartily tired of that feeling.
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Date: 2012-09-24 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-16 09:15 pm (UTC)"No offence old boy, but I can't say this place has provided much in the way of challenges so far, even compared to where I came from," he added somewhat pointedly, leaning back in his seat with an attitude of urbane displeasure, arms crossed.
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Date: 2012-10-16 09:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-16 10:36 pm (UTC)"Whereas this so called "magic"... it's only ever science that isn't fully understood. I'll crack it yet, I'm sure." Not that he'd had much luck so far, but it did seem like something new, so it couldn't be helped if it took him a while.
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Date: 2012-10-16 10:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-14 01:50 am (UTC)"Oh, I have one." he said casually. In fact, he'd had two, and such a hassle they'd made about him asking for a new one too. As if they expected him not check what was inside it, really.
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Date: 2012-11-14 01:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-14 02:44 am (UTC)"I had a spare, thank you," his tone said the Master shouldn't think that meant he was forgiven. There was a moment's silence, while the Doctor was by no means doing anything like pouting, before he got distracted thinking about the aforementioned wands.
"It really does appear as if those things are made of wood, and whatever supposedly organic material the core happens to be made of it," he pondered aloud. "I suppose that could be the key to it. Braneotally charged tissue, perhaps, would hardly be the first time I've come across that..."
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Date: 2012-11-14 02:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-14 03:32 am (UTC)He shook his head, as if this was a truly disheartening disappointment.
"Oh, I knew your methods were lax, but this..."
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Date: 2012-11-14 03:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-14 03:55 am (UTC)"You really think I'll get on a flying stick, with you of all people?" he asked haughtily. "You'd probably just drop me again."
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Date: 2012-11-14 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-26 12:41 am (UTC)"Very well, we can see... next thursday, shall we say. Perhaps a bit of a gentlemanly competition, what do you say?" he continued before he had time to think better of it. He'd wipe that grin off the Master's face if it was the last thing he did. Which it well might...
The Doctor grabbed his wineglass and drank nonchalantly, trying not to think about how on earth a seemingly normal stick of wood would stay in the air. He'd just have to trust it would, this once. And it couldn't be that hard to learn, either.
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Date: 2012-11-26 12:47 am (UTC)"Next Thursday, then, if you'd care to make a competition of it. Did you have stakes in mind?"
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Date: 2012-11-26 01:43 am (UTC)What had possessed him to suggest a competition, of course the Master would make it into a bet... being stuck in a school of all things was clearly making them both unnecessarily nostalgic. Which, if this was back then...
The Doctor shook his head minutely to cast away such antiquated thoughts.
"How about truth? If I win, you'll have to tell me... ah, no, let's make it a truth of my own choosing. Think you could manage that much?" he asked with a slight edge.
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Date: 2012-11-26 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-26 02:06 am (UTC)There was a somewhat stretched silence, during which the Doctor drank some more wine, which was excellent for dispelling any feelings of awkwardness he might have otherwise felt.
"I spoke to this fellow Rory earlier, whily waiting for that hat to make up it's mind," he said finally. "Seems like a nice young man... companion of a future regeneration, apparently. Don't suppose you've met that one?" he said, swilling the remaining wine in his glass idly.
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Date: 2012-11-26 02:45 am (UTC)"On a few occasions, here. Not as well as I knew his predecessor. Don't worry, Doctor, you're still a priority."
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Date: 2012-11-26 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-26 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-27 12:45 am (UTC)And yet, comparing this Master with h-- the one he knew in his time, he seemed somehow so much... older. He'd almost say more cynical, if that wasn't laughable... though, he had a unpleasant feeling this Master wouldn't be fooled as easily. Well, about time he'd learned, he supposed.
The corner's of the Doctor's mouth turned subtly downwards as he took in his old enemy. How wretched it could be, being confronted with the familiar, but twisted out of recognition, like that wretched alternate earth he'd been trying not to think about...
He turned away abruptly, turning his displeased gaze onto a rather large plant lurking in the shadows in one corner instead. Did it just move slightly?
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Date: 2012-11-27 12:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-27 01:37 am (UTC)Well. There was always the Master himself, a part of his mind piped up.
The Doctor's attention snapped back to him, almost considering.
"Are you sure, thought? I seem to recall you weren't overly succesful in the vortisaur race back in the day?" he reminded, eyes glinting in the low light, a slightly vicious smile tugging at the edges of his mouth.
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Date: 2012-11-27 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-27 01:57 am (UTC)"Bit funny, though, that you didn't dare 'press your advantage' without the excuse of winning a bet, though," he teased. Usually he wouldn't actually be so incautious as to mention their first kiss so cavalierly, but the strange situation and several glasses of wine had blurred the lines sufficiently.
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Date: 2012-11-27 02:03 am (UTC)"I had to figure out the rules before I could know the best ways to break them, after all," he purred, trying to sound seductive and not utterly gobsmacked by nostalgia. "It's not like either of us is who we were then."
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Date: 2012-11-27 02:17 am (UTC)He felt restless, caught in this new trap with even less distraction from the chafe of it than UNIT could offer.
"You're not even like you are in my time, are you?" he asked rhetorically, some of the inner tension coming out in his voice, and the restless swinging of one leg, crossed over the other. No good, showing agitation to the Master, let alone this one, so he forced himself still, to appear unconcerned. "Why, I'm 'then' to you as well, aren't I?
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Date: 2012-11-27 02:24 am (UTC)