026 [video]

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I'm starting to think that I should invest in a coat. Where does one even get a coat around here, anyway? It's hardly as if--

[He's interrupted by a certain other Time Lord blustering his way in. The Doctor skips in, going immediately through the kitchen and rifling through the drawers.]

Master, do we have any paint brushes somewhere? Or rollers? That might be better...

...Why do you ask?

Because I need them. Ah! Here we go!

[He snatches a couple of rollers out of a drawer (what were those doing there?) and dashes back outside, leaving the door open. The Master sighs, mutters "I'm afraid to ask", but proceeds to get up and follow him. He keeps the PCD on and with him as he walks outside to reveal.... The Doctor. Painting the outer walls of the building. Bright blue. Bright, TARDIS blue. The Master stares, practically horrified.]

What in the name of Rassilon are you doing to my house?!

Making it more homey. It was boring before, and when we're done, it won't be!

[The Doctor beams proudly at his work. The Master, on the other hand, practically flails, storming over.]

You're making it look like your bloody TARDIS!

Well, yes, that is the idea. Come help me. This is going to take all day if I do it by myself.

I'm not painting our house this ridiculous color!

Well I am.

...fine. You know what? Fine. I'll help you paint.

[The Master goes over, picking up a brush and dipping it into the paint. He goes to work, painting a series of circles and the like on the wall, stands back, and admires his handiwork.]

...Oh, very funny, Master.

[He scowls at the circles. It's old Gallifreyan, a language lost to all but the last of the Time Lords. The Doctor is a douchebag.]



((ooc: Master is in red, Doctor is in blue. Tags can come from either or both!))

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[He advances a step and his eyes narrow.] I want to know why you killed him. What about him was so threatening that you had to strangle the life out of him... [Sokka doesn't have a strong enough threat to explain exactly what he wants to do at the moment so he leaves his expression speak for him.]

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[How? How could he have figured that out? His demeanor is as calm as ever, however.]

I haven't the slightest idea as to what you're talking about. That's an awfully strong accusation.

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Master!! You said you'd been behaving lately!!

[No, he is not at all happy, and he knows the Master too well. A year on the Valiant taught him plenty about the Master's habits.]

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[The angry young man casts a look at the Doctor. Even his roommate doesn't trust him? Sokka takes a step and makes to reach for the Master's shirt.] Tell me why! Right. Now.

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I did nothing that you would accuse me of. On what grounds do you even throw these about? I fail to see any proof. [He steps back, swatting Sokka's arms away from him. This is bad, mainly because the Doctor is not to know. Things have been delicate between them as it is, and he doesn't want "oh yeah so I murdered this ten year old" thrown into the mix.] I suggest that you take your insane, rampant accusations elsewhere.

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[Technically Aang is one hundred and twelve. The Doctor frowns from his perch, carefully sliding down the roof and then neatly toppling the next ten feet to the ground with a crash and a groan that temporarily distracts him from the other two.]

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[It temporarily distracts Sokka, too. :| He almost thinks he's being attacked from behind, but when he sees the Doctor has all the grace of a three-legged, blind cat, he turns back to the Master. No longer reaching, but gnashing his teeth, the bitter tribesman glares at his rival.]

[His voice gets low and is wrought with emotion.] The Animus showed me... they showed me what you did, and I looked at the notes in my PCD and it make sense. You may think you covered your tracks, but you know what? I think this isn't the first time I've been right about this! [Riiiight, remember that one time he disappeared a while, lost his PCD, couldn't recall some memories? Well, that experience hasn't left his mind.]

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[He remains calm throughout all of this. No need to lose his temper, especially in front of the Doctor right now.]

The Animus showed you? What, did you see a vision of me killing your friend? That hardly counts as proof. Shout at me all you wish, but the simple fact is that you havent the slightest thread of tangible proof as to my supposed guilt. As such, you're being a pestering annoyance. If you'll excuse me, I'm occupied right now.

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[Yeah...don't worry, no one panic. The Doctor just fell off a roof. But he's totally fine. He misses part of the exchange but catches the end of what the Master says and gets to his feet a bit wobbly.]

Master...

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I'm going to place you under arrest, okay? I'm going to take you in and lock you up and you're going to have a trial and everything, you sick, twisted bastard... [Sokka clenches his fists even tighter, on the verge of striking out again.] But first, I'm going to tell everything to everyone, starting with Juliet. She should know what a monster you are.

[And a sidelong glance at the Doctor.] You should watch yourself around him, too, if you know what's good for you.

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You'll be doing no such thing. Go on, prance about and tell everyone that you saw a vision of me killing your friend, which is obviously hard evidence that I am guilty. [He rolls his eyes.] Do you even listen to yourself speak, you foolish child?

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[The Doctor gives Sokka a slight frown.] I know who he is and what he's capable of better than most.

Master. Did you kill someone?

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Yes! Yes, he killed my friend! And-and who knows who else! H-he thought it was some stupid game or something because he strangled my friend and then cut him open and hid something in his chest!

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I did no such thing. [He's just giving Sokka a tired glare.] You've yet to provide any proof. So why don't you just leave?

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[The Doctor sighs quietly, tired, resigned. His attention flickers back to Sokka.] You aren't going to get anywhere with that. It's best you head home.

[The look he gives the Master is equal parts disappointed and just...sad.]

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[Sokka eyes the Doctor for a long moment, then glares back at the Master.] This isn't over. You'd better watch your back... [And now he's going to leave. Enjoy your chat, boys.]

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[If he could, he'd hypnotize--no, do worse to Sokka, for doing this. Yes, Sokka was correct, but the Doctor was not to know about this. Once the boy left, the Master turned to his fellow Time Lord, his features and mind alike set in stone.]

I have better things to do here than kill and mutilate children. Don't you dare give me that look.

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[Of course he at least tried to reach out mentally, but the barrier there was too strong to overcome without one of them getting hurt, so he withdrew with a sigh.]

What else do you do with your time, Master? Drink tea and play with kittens? [Bitter much? You bet.] That's not how things worked on the Valiant.

[He turned away, trudging back into the house.]

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Don't. [He follows him, glaring after him.] No, it's not. Things are different here. I would think that you would know that by now, considering how nicely we're cohabiting.

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[He's just not in the mood to deal with this.]

We'll talk later, Master.

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Drop the sanctimonious attitude. Even if I did kill that person, you know who I am. What I am. Don't expect me to suddenly fly onto the side of all that is good and justice and mercy.

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I said we'd talk later. [He spins around and shoots the Master a dangerous glare.]

Leave me alone. [He pushes his way past the other to his bedroom and slams the door closed.]