The Master

A multitude of people. Go find it yourself.

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Ugh, fiiiiiiiine.

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[a few minutes later]

Hey, so uh.

There's probably a lot of people here named Juliet, right?

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There's only one that I'm aware of.

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[well shit]

Okay.

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XOO < those are our furrends vriska!

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That has to be nearly four hundred sweeps! Time Lords must live almost as long as highbloods then, yup yup.

So you don't mind it here?

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:33 < fine
:33 < be like that if you want to XPP

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[No idea what highbloods are, but he doesn't particularly care right now.]

It's dull, run down, and constricting. But I have what I need.

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[Nepeta is simply curious about meeting NEW SPECIES! And to see if they resemble trolls in any way.]

I suppaws thats what matters in the end. I haven't found myself a purroper hive yet but there's lots of things to hunt! So it's okay fur now.

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[Wrong or not, the Doctor's mind is, amazingly, even harder to push into at this point. It's so muddled, so thoroughly tossed and trashed, so taken over that its letting out all his demons, his bad points, suppressing his morals to the point where they're non-existant. It's really the only way he can go about being Madara's little pet without completely breaking in half.

But either way, this presence ... its so persistant, and he's so bored he's going to just oblige it a little.]

Hmm... speaking's rather difficult when I can't quite put a name to things, isn't it? He's forbade it, at least in reference to you, now.

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[He's never sensed this...wrongness in the Doctor before. And it bothers him more than he can even say. At least he gets some sort of response.]

You'd forget the name of your best enemy? I am the Master, and you-- What. Did he. Do to you. Don't tell me you're so weak as to fall under mind control.

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[Some sort of response, sure. But for how long its going to be sane is hard to say. There's a few too many thoughts racing through his mind right now, keeping him busy, keeping him distracted, keeping him disoriented.]

Oh, I remember it. After centuries of hearing it yelled practically in my ear there's no way I couldn't. But he's my Master now. Master Madara. I tried to tell him how ridiculous it sounded, but he's adamant.

Mind control? Oh no, nothing of the sort. Mere hypnotism, really... I'm in full control of all my faculties at the moment. There's just no reasoning behind following anything but him. But the moon, the pattern on it. The horrid, burning, churning feeling within. The horror on the dark side, lurking in every person's heart. A dream...

[His mental voice changes a bit, becoming a bit more distant, distracted, layered with voices from his past selves.]

In a night, or in a day, in a vision, or in none,i s it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

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You only have one Master, and it is me. And it always will be.

[The more the Doctor 'speaks', the more worried the Master is getting. He's never heard him like this before.]

Stop spouting out complete and utter bullshit. You're stronger than this. Maybe if you paid a little more attention in Academy, your mental shielding would be stronger, but no matter. You should still be able to handle it. Fight it, or I'll be fighting it for you.

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taijiya

This isn't a joke.

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Did I ever imply that it was?

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[There's silence on his end for a moment as his thoughts whirl, as Madara's hold tightens just slightly, an automatic reaction to the slight stirring of his consciousness. Or, at least, the part that really makes him the Doctor. Makes him independent. Finally, however, the near white-noise ceases, and his thoughts calm and organize themselves.]

Fight it? Why would I? The Master's - not you, sorry - orders are firm and wise. There's absolutely no reason to go against them.

Guard the hostages, keep them safe, keep them away, keep them in, keep you out. [A pause, and his mental voice is growing a bit fainter again, just slightly though.] Interesting, though. I would have thought you'd enjoy watching me fall to ruin, if that's how you see it.

How are the drums? Beating louder? Louder and louder and louder... they'll stop, you know. Eventually. They'll stop and so will everything. Horrible when they stop.

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Oh, I love nothing more than watching you suffer, but only when I'm the cause of it. No one else is allowed that pleasure.

[He pauses at the mention of the drums. They have been growing louder since his little incident with Raven, but he's been trying to ignore that.]

They won't stop until I stop. And I never stop.

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Then come. [His mental voice is a bit darker, shifting and overlaying with something else. A little, nagging voice in his head he's had since that incident with the psychic pollen. The Dream Lord.] I'm doing nothing but waiting, now.

Everyone runs out of turns eventually. Everyone breaks.

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I don't plan on sitting back. I'm going to be there, and I'm going to get that bastard out of your head.

Breaks? Maybe. I'm broken. You're broken. But we haven't stopped.

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grandvision.livejournal.com

Perhaps you would care to enlighten me.

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People are being brainwashed. Across the city. And some people have been taken hostages. Really, pay attention to the network.

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verydistinct

And they say humans biologically shoot fire from their hands, but I'm pretty sure someone here does that to. If it's so hard for you to grasp things being different, let's pretend it's just a person- not necessarily human, and capable as you say.

What kind of training and other things are learned for this?

[[I predict a point in the semi-far if not far future when the Master eats his words and Eliot resists the mind control. ~~Even if Eliot's already got a foot in the door when it's willpower against another.~~]]

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