The Master

Fire, death, and destruction. Ah, it's just like how my home planet was starting to get. but with far less giant metal pepper shakers and far more....whatever the hell is causing all of this. To be honest, it's difficult to keep track or pay attention. Well! The heroes always come around to inevitably save the day, now, don't they? And that's certainly not me, so I think this is one thing I'm just going to wait out.

I don't much appreciate the damage to my house, however. I liked my little workshop room. It's going to be terribly annoying to properly gather up everything that's stuck under the debris now.

I'm not exactly the type of man that readily offers assistance, nor do any of my particular skillsets even fit anything that could be assissted with, so I'll just wish you all good luck.

( Private to the Doctor and Juliet // Unhackable )

New Year's Eve. Humans really do love their holidays around this time of the year, don't they? One after the other after the other and oh, you just never give it a break.

I'm terribly bored right now, so why don't I open up a little poll question? Tell me, fellow citizens, just how do you celebrate this holiday? Any traditions? I'm wondering just what kind of little party to throw myself, maybe.

Ah, it's been nice to be back in my own body. Last week wasn't particularly what I would call pleasant, though we've had worse tricks played on us by the Animus. Not that I'm any more pleased with them, of course.

It really is strange to watch seasons pass by sequentially in an Earth fashion. Time Lord and all, I hardly lived my lives in anything close to a linear path through time. How...quaint. A little dull and so slow but I suppose it has a bit of charm to it.

I am looking forward to proper snow. Ooh, we can even build snowmen, have snowball fights, it'll just be like childhood.

( Private to Juliet // Unhackable )

I've been insane most of my life, but this--this is something else.

[The Master is trying to look amused, but to anyone who knows him well enough, they might be able to tell that his smile is incredibly forced.]

The Gallifreyan equivalent of a mental asylum. How droll. Why even waste their resources on such a thing when there's apparently still a war going on? Hellooooo, Time Lords, you're about to get burned into oblivion. And I get a front row seat to it all this time. Possibly even a participant's badge.

[A pause, and just laughs a bit.] No, nonono. You're getting me good this time, Animus, but you need to try harder. I won't believe a bit of this. You will not tell me that all of this time has been meaningless.

[For a split second, his face goes deadly serious.]

You will not take this away from me.

[...And then comes back the grin, and he cuts off the feed for now.]

( Private to the Tenth Doctor // Hackable by the Eleventh if he so desires )

[Compared to how he'd been looking over the past few weeks, the Master looks rather...content. Almost happy, really. Almost.]

There just can't simply be one without the other for too long. Good thing for this city, it didn't try my patience for very long. And now I have a manic, annoying cat as well as an equal manic as annoying Time Lord to share this house with again. Honestly, I prefer the cat, even if I suspect that he's been gossiping about me.

[Pause.] Really, though, who speaks cat? When in nine hundred years do you ever get the idea "Hm, you know, maybe I should learn how to speak to felines"? Even I can't speak cat, and I was part cheetah for a good while back in my second to last body thanks to an unfortunate virus.

Ah, well. What can you do? Maybe I'll take up the language myself--it's not as if I have much else to do.

[He's always been good at controlling his outward appearance, so the Master doesn't look as upset as he really is. Still, there's quiet anger turmoiling just beneath the surface. A fury that barely contained. Only his eyes betray this, if you look hard enouigh.

The blood soaking his dress shirt and the two bulletholes in the chest area of it add a bit to the look.]

What an unfortunate week. We'll all just move on from it, lest it become a game of just who acted more idiotic, hmm?

( Private to the Eleventh Doctor // Unhackable )

[The Master looks a little awkward on the video screen; nervous, shy, even. Still, there's a small smile on his face. When he speaks, it's rather quiet.

Terribly unlike him, but such are the Animus.]

I reallly do hope that whatever goes on this week, the city remains safe. It's gone through so much already, and people have been hurt enough. Just a little bit of peace would be ever so nice.

Is there anything I can do to help anyone who have been badly affected by the destruction that's happened far too often in the past few weeks?

( Private to the Eleventh Doctor // Completely and utterly easily hackable by anyone )

[The Master is...back to looking a bit bruised and beaten, though not as horribly as he was a week or two back. Nonetheless, he still looks exhausted.]

Now, is this little fun time over with already? I didn't particularly enjoy having to play hero, especially when I'm certain that my efforts are going to be wholly underappreciated.

I could use a vacation.

( Filtered to the Eleventh Doctor // Visible to the Tenth Doctor // Unhackable )

[The Master isn't quite looking at the PCD when it turns on. Currently, he's laid up in a bed in the clinic, bandages wrapped around his head and various parts of his body, including his neck. Cuts and bruises litter his skin, and he's looking incredibly worse from the wear. His eyes are hardly focused, as well, and when he speaks, he doesn't even look at the screen yet. His voice is quiet, hoarse even.]

Whoever decided it would be...a funny idea to attack me? ...Big mistake.

[With that, he looks at the screen, gaze hardening for just a brief moment.]

I will find out who you are.

[He goes silent as he looks away and gets that far-off look again. It's fairly obvious that his body wasn't the only thing just recently damaged. After several moments, he reaches over, fumbling for the PCD and turning it off.]