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[Yes, he's still at the clinic. Yes, he's still a bit injured and mentally unstable. No, he does not look any happier. It's a less silent anger than before, and his eyes are more focused, however.]

It never ends around here, does it, hmmm? It looks like someone's trying to have their own little fun with mind control. Pathetic attempt, if you'll ask me. Even more pathetic: hostages? I mean, really? Give up while you're ahead.

Filtered to the Tenth Doctor // Unhackable

Keep your mental walls up. I know you slept through practically every class on telepathy back at Academy, but now's not the time for your usual lazy stupidity.

And is it just me, or is there something not quite right your future self? When I sense him, something's simply....off. Even during the day hours.

Filtered to the Eleventh Doctor // Unhackable

You. Where are you. You've stopped visiting, my dear, and something's off with your mind.

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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.

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.

[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.

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.

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.

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.

He didn't invade, dear. It's simpler than that.

I. Let. Him. In~

He knocked, I answered, got to know him. He got to know me. Said hello~

Its only a matter of time until the wheels stop turning. Not too long. Not too long at all.

If you had the choice, the mental capabilities, the damned sense, he wouldn't be in there. The sense is what's most lacking in you, my dear Doctor. It always has, all your lives.

We are eternal, Doctor.

Spiders. [All he's saying there. Spiders. Mental control. The fear he'd felt as the Great One took control of his body, forced him to turn and move. Not much has changed since then, the ease with how other get in. Reinette wandering the hallways of his mind.] Sense is relative. If I had more I wouldn't be me, things wouldn't be the same. Would you really rather I had more?

He who binds to himself a joy does the winged life destroy; but he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in eternity's sun rise.

No, I suppose that your idiocy has always been part of the charm.

Is that what you do when you're having your mind influenced, then? Spout out inane metaphors and sayings in an attempt to look clever? Cross that, that's usual behavior for you. More inane than usual, make that.

Like trains. Heading towards each other, passing within inches. A foot caught in the tracks, I remember that well. The pain. All moving so fast, unstoppable thoughts passing and brushing, colliding and spinning, moving off course. Sometimes the wrong thing comes out. Triggers.

Look at you, though. Playing the hero. Planning to come to my rescue. How does it feel? I'd imagine those drums would be pounding even more at the thought, he would have made it so. A criminal aiding the most hated being to them.

... oh you don't know yet, do you? Spoilers. I'm dreadful at keeping them locked. Away~

I'd hardly call it a rescue when it's simply taking back what is rightfully mine.

[He pauses at that last part.]

Ah, yes, of course. You know more than I do, don't you? Care to tell, then?

Yours? I've never belonged to you, and you know it. If I did, would I have even been able to leave in the first place? I would have stayed. But I didn't. Haven't you ever wondered just why that was?

Telling would be cheating. You can't cheat, you have to live. Or die. Or simply exist. Travel and live as you can and die by a lake, in a room, alone or with friends, changing everything, dying for nothing. Fixed points, fixed points. [His mental voice is speeding up, thoughts racing, overlapping, a single, linear sentence hard to pick out from the sudden chatter. But almost as quickly as it starts up, its quieting, leaving that veritable white noise in its place.] I shouldn't be talking.

But its boring.

And I'm not talking, am I?

[The Doctor has a very valid point, there. And oh, it stings. It stings badly. Knowing it and hearing the man say it himself are two completely different things, especially when its being told directly into his mind.

He tries not to show how it affects him, focusing on the rest of the rambling; but the Doctor's telepathic connection with him tells more than he let's on.]

You--you are diseased. And don't think that you know more about death than I do. I haven't just regenerated, I've all out died at times.

[He can feel it. The almost... withdrawal . Like a wounded animal curling in on itself to escape further harm. And, funnily enough, the satisfaction he gets from it is... empty, in a sense. Strange, considering everything else he's been feeling.]

What is it like? That final step. Dying and knowing you won't open your eyes again.

Of course I'm diseased. But some diseases aren't fatal. Not yet. It won't get there.

I wouldn't know. Even in my thirteenth regeneration, even when I burned alive, even when I died in your arms and refused to regenerate-- I knew I was going to come back. I always do.

It won't get there because I am going to purge it from your mind.

Edited 2011-09-03 13:17 (UTC)

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[Offline] BLESS THIS FANDOM, MAN

[Offline] MORE LIKE CURSE IT AND IT'S LACK OF CONTINUITY /sob

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[Offline] FUNNY ENOUGH I'm watching Planet of the Spiders later today

[Offline] I LOVE THAT SPECIAL TO PIECES

[Offline] :DDD Looking forward to it, then

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[Offline] /sneaks in a tag while mostly asleep.

[Offline] lsakdjflkj BB SLEEP MORE <3<3<3

[Offline] sleep is for loseeeeeers. also whoops forgot fancy italics