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Jul. 17th, 2011 01:53 pm[It had been a fairly normal day, at least for time spent in Adstringendum. As normal as things could get with everyone being human. The Master was still terribly unamused by this event, still badly stressed and twitchy at his own humanity as well as the lack of drums. It felt wrong, it was against everything he had ever been. Even knowing that the Doctor was suffering a similar fate wasn't helping him at all.
For now, he decides to simply take a stroll, not wanting to be idle and muse on his own quiet thoughts and singular heartbeat. Maybe he'd blow up another building or two.]
For now, he decides to simply take a stroll, not wanting to be idle and muse on his own quiet thoughts and singular heartbeat. Maybe he'd blow up another building or two.]
