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soundsofdrums[The Master does not look happy. At ALL. It takes him a while to speak, and when he does, his voice is lacking any sort of amusement.]
What, praytell, are the Animus up to this time? This is hardly what I'd call amusing in the least. Screwing up their computer system, haha, very funny. This--No.
Has any non-human here noticed anything different?
[Fail!Filter to the Doctor]
ΘΣ.
[It's the only form of address he can use right now without simply saying "Doctor", as much as he loathes using the name. He knows the filter isn't going to work, and so, he immediately starts talking in Gallifreyan.]
It's gone. Everything. It's as if I'm a human again. As if I've used a Chameleon Arch, but I remember everything.
And they--the drums--they're gone. They're gone. [He looks pained at this.]
Tell me. Tell me that you're affected too.
What, praytell, are the Animus up to this time? This is hardly what I'd call amusing in the least. Screwing up their computer system, haha, very funny. This--No.
Has any non-human here noticed anything different?
[Fail!Filter to the Doctor]
ΘΣ.
[It's the only form of address he can use right now without simply saying "Doctor", as much as he loathes using the name. He knows the filter isn't going to work, and so, he immediately starts talking in Gallifreyan.]
It's gone. Everything. It's as if I'm a human again. As if I've used a Chameleon Arch, but I remember everything.
And they--the drums--they're gone. They're gone. [He looks pained at this.]
Tell me. Tell me that you're affected too.
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