The Master

Is it really so much to ask, just to keep my normal lovely Time Lord body? But no. First I'm stuck as a human, and now--

[The way the camera is, the Master can only be seen from the torso up. Other than the fact that he's shirtless--no point in clothes in his current state--and a set of gills on his neck, he looks fairly normal.]

At least my general senses and the like have remained in tact, even if I'm essentially some...aquatic hybrid now. I'll just content myself with the fact that I'm not the only one dealing with this.

[He grumbles, reaching over to turn off the PCD. If you look carefully, you might catch a glimpse of what looks to be...tentacles?]

Ah, to finally have two hearts again. The Animus took their time this round in getting things back to normal, didn't they? And oh, it was so quiet, far too quiet. It's as the saying goes, not realizing just what something means to you until it's gone.

Being human was a terrible muddling of senses. Good thing that we're all back to...normal. Maybe a few reintroductions are in store.

Juliet, how are you faring, by the way?


[Filtered to the Tenth Doctor // Unhackable]

Well, well, well! This place just can't get enough of you, can it?


[Filtered to the Eleventh Doctor // Unhackable]

It's so comforting to see that your sense of fashion continues to do nothing but degrade and be absolutely ridiculous. It's the constant little things in the universe that keep you going, you know. So! Try not to destroy all of space-time by causing a paradox.


[Filtered to Moriarty // Unhackable]

We'll have to do this again sometime soon.

And so it continues. It's been a while since anything interesting has happened around here, hasn't it been? The Animus aren't exactly on schedule this time around. Now, what's going on this time?

[Fail!Filter to the Doctor]

Firstly, my dear Doctor, I suggest keeping your pet on a leash. I'd rather not have to go through the bother of regenerating in this world. I mean. I like this body. I'd like to keep it. So tell him to play nice, will you? As a show of kindness, I'll even try to be nice right back. Can't guarantee anything, but worse comes to worse, he comes back from death a whole lot easier than us.

And, secondly! I found out some...interesting things about my supposed future, at around the time you come from. Sucked into the time lock you created, just in time to burn with the rest of Gallifrey? Some repayment for saving your life! It looks like in the end, you let me die right along with them.

It's okay, though. I don't forgive you--never will--but we've got all the time in the universe for you to make it up to me.

I knew that it wouldn't take too long.

[Yes, it's still pouring. Yes, his house is flooding. The Master doesn't give a damn. Why? The Doctor is here now, of course! His own good mood is very obvious. Even if it's going to be harder to plot all his fun evil things and carry them out, especially with the other Time Lord living under the same roof as him now, he doesn't mind all that much. Besides, it's all part of the game, and the game has started again. He needs the game.]

Isn't it nice when you're not the only one of your kind here? It's so inspiring. Things are going to be so much fun.

...Rainbow sheep. [He snorts, throwing his arms up in the air for a moment.] From zombies to these. I might even be growing warm to the Animus' sense of humor, if it weren't for the fact that these creatures look so ridiculously ugly. [To himself.] Almost as bad as that one coat of his.

Now, what exactly is going on with the rest of the city right now? Something more than rainbow sheep, from my brief overview of the network today.

[Absentmindedly constructing death rays is rather pointless when one has a sonic screwdriver, and there's just not enough things to tinker with in this place. The Master's getting bored. Very, very easily. As usual. For now, he's back at the library, flipping through books.

And by flipping through books, it's literally flipping through them. Book after book, novel after novel is being read at superhuman speed, hundreds of pages in mere seconds. Two dozen hardcovers in, the Master tosses the latest read one over his shoulder, sighing.]

Two weeks already. Two. Weeks. There must be something.



[[ooc: Anyone's welcome to join him at the library! :D]]

[The Master is looking a tad...bored, really, fingers drumming absentmindedly against the table in a familiar pattern. One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four. Some things haven't changed. Still, something is intriguing him a little--mainly, the music.

This song is playing happily in the background.]

Track three. How interesting. Have we all got music following us around, then? Our very own theme songs! I feel like the hero of a story, or perhaps the villain. The best songs always do go to them.

It's a welcome change to constantly hear something else.

[He continues tapping, even though it doesn't fit the rhythm of the song. Still, he ends up singing along, a small grin on his face.]

Oh, I can't decide whether you should live or die...

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