016 [video, backdated to Saturday]

[soundsofdrums]

[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.]

Comments

[offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

No clue on my main attacker. Whoever came afterward to kick me while I was down--or maybe it's the same person--seemed to have a taste for Time Lord blood, though. Or just blood in general.

[offline]

[molto-ten-e.livejournal.com]

[Oh, the list of suspects can't be that long though, can it?]

Well... that helps narrow things down at least. Nothing else that might be of some help?

[offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

No.

[He's quiet for a bit, aside from an absentminded drumming of his fingers. The usual. He looks over at the Doctor, just...staring for a bit.]

[offline]

[molto-ten-e.livejournal.com]

[He sees that stare.]

I won't be going anywhere for a while yet. Best to keep an eye out until you're well enough to put up a fair fight when someone else decides they want revenge.

[offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

That's awfully kind of you, Doctor.

[He sounds a little bitter.]

[offline]

[molto-ten-e.livejournal.com]

[It must be catching.]

Though I may make a habit of it more often. Much easier to keep this from happening again if there's less reason for someone to want to do it, right?

[offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Tch.

[For a while he's silent. He glances away eventually, his eyes unfocused again.]

Whoever attacked me had quite powerful psychic powers.

[offline]

[molto-ten-e.livejournal.com]

...Sounds about right, considering the damage they were able to do, and while hiding their identity entirely.

Do you remember anything from while the attack was happening? Sights, sounds, smells?

...Tastes?

[offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[More silence.]

They made me relive Sarn.

[offline]

[molto-ten-e.livejournal.com]

...That might've been a bit much.

[Processing that, and maybe casting a split-second sympathetic glance the Master's way.]

what about right before the attack happened?

[offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[No shit, that might have been much. It was just about the worst moment of his lives.]

I was lured there. There was a female voice when I was there, though I can't place it, and...another I can't remember. After they made a bloody cabinet fall on top of me, they started the mental assault. I'd rather not think about after.

[offline]

[molto-ten-e.livejournal.com]

Well... That's somewhere to work from, at least.

[Pouring over the details in his mind like WOAH now.]

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[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

I can almost still feel it, you know. The flames. The heat. I can still see those blue eyes you had back then.

[offline]

[molto-ten-e.livejournal.com]

...Try not to think about it too much. You don't need extra stress while you're recovering.

[And he's not exactly keen to relive it either. Not one of his prouder moments.

...As if any time he's had to make a decision like that ever was.]

[offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Burn alive, then come back and tell me to "don't think about it much". It's not very forgettable.

[offline]

[molto-ten-e.livejournal.com]

[Hey. He's only seconds away from being horribly irradiated, thanks.]

If you'd rather I leave you alone for a while...

[offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

No..

[His answer is almost instantaneous. He looks a bit irritated at himself, but doesn't take it back.]

[offline]

[molto-ten-e.livejournal.com]

Right then.

[And he'll settle into a chair well across the room just... you know. Watching.

[offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[He takes comfort in that, then, just...sitting back himself.]

...Talk, Doctor. Talk about home.

[offline]

[molto-ten-e.livejournal.com]

I don't think either of us need to feel homesick right now.

[...Crap.]

-But I keep hoping that maybe, just maybe a patch of red grass will show up in one of those rare corners of the city where life is winning through.

[offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

I'd rather feel homesick than this. [Pause.] ...Remember how we used to constantly run through the fields as children? The energy we had back then, heh.

[offline]

[molto-ten-e.livejournal.com]

[He laughs a little.]

We may be getting old, but I daresay the both of us still have more than enough energy to go around. Those were good times though, even when you did decide to be a sore loser.

[offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

Oh, please. You cheated.

[offline]

[molto-ten-e.livejournal.com]

Only once, to get back at you for doing the same. The rest of the time was pure ability. [Because goofing off when he should have been attending the Academy had to pay off somehow, right?]

[offline]

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

You had longer legs than me. Obviously it was easier for you. [Excuses, excuses.]