Silence is Rust, you're going to give me tetanus. ((Closed, Master/Eleventy))

[eleventyrags.livejournal.com]

He'd been pacing for an hour. The Master was never this quiet for long, not when they were in such close proximity. And he really couldn't count on his previous incarnation handling the Master in an unbiased, unmanipulated way.

In fact, that's what bothered him the most. He hadn't spoken to himself more than twice (it was weird, cut him some slack) since coming here but he knew his own mental state, however distantly. And he knew the Master.

The note he sent was the last in a series of hastily written and then discarded missives.

M,
What are you up to?
- (a scribble of a stethoscope stands in for his signature.

He gave it to a passing house elf with orders to drop it off discreetly and then be scarce. He didn't want to take any chances.

A comforting failure (Open, Grounds)

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

He's never been very good at taking advice. Even from the people he'd grown close to, even from Kusuriyuri, he's just never been able to take someone else giving him pointers, no matter how necessary, on how he might make his life a little bit easier.

But he recognized the necessity, and decided to supplement good advice with doing something he sucked at even more.

( The road just rolled out behind him, that was all. )

_{((OOC: Hecklers and cheerleaders would be most welcome.))}