“Nobody human- no wait, nobody of any species- come near me. Please.”
“And why not.”
regenerationxii asked: "It will be, I promise" He walked a few steps behind the other to where they landed.
The Master crossed his arms at the view before him, a slight frown on his face. “Care to explain where we are now?”
I’m completely sure that my position could never be held by a stupid person. I am the chief of technological intelligence for…well..this entire country.
…Wait…what did you say your name was again?
This is what, the fourth time I’ve introduced myself? Really, you need to learn to listen. Let’s try this from the top, shall we?
Saxon. Harold Saxon. Prime Minister. Ruler of the world. Hello!
regenerationxii asked: "Woah wait, not a princess," The Doctor argued briefly "And perhaps I wanted you to go out of the TARDIS first."
He sneered slightly, pushing open the TARDIS door and stepping outside. “Fine. Have it your way. But this better be good.”
regenerationxii asked: The Doctor almost flung something on the console at the Master but he flipped the break. "There, we're here and it's back on; let's go"
Sliding out of his seat, the Master sauntered over to the door, a smug grin plastered on his face. He motioned towards the door with a little mock bow. “After you, princess.”
Anonymous asked: I will destroy everybody you love
Joke’s on you, nonnie. I don’t love anyone.
“Oh yes,” Romana confirmed, shrugging casually. “Well despite this being his favourite planet, not everyone he travels with are from Earth. I can certainly vouch for that.”
She smiled in good humour. At this moment in time, she had no reason to suspect he was feigning ignorance. She answered honestly. “No. I’m actually from much further afield than that. I’m from a planet known as Gallifrey. You may or may not have heard of it.”
“Gallifrey?” He repeated, pretending to test the name in his mouth. “Is that… I seem to recall from the literature I was privy to that that was the name of the planet the Doctor was born on. Of course, I could be mistaken…” He shrugged slightly.
“If I may be so bold… what is it like? Your home. You smiled when you mentioned it, I’m assuming you’re quite fond of your people. Of course, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to… but I’ve never been to outer space, or been to another planet. Just curious, really” Another blatant lie. But, she appeared to be eating it up.
She groans looking up hearing her voice. ” who the hell are you and why did you take me?” Her sapphire eyes seemed to show her emotions though she was straight faced, her eyes showing slight fear. She moves towards the bars of the cell, but cries softly, her chain tripping her.
She had no real memories of who she truly was, all she had was the watch that laid on a chain around her waist against the torn fabric that was once her skirt. She whimpers lightly as she touched her burnt legs. ” what we’re those things that attacked me?why did they hurt me? I didn’t do anything.” She says laying on the ground of the cell. “Why would I anyway? It’s not like I could be of any danger to anyone.”
Hands behind his back, the Master began to pace, a slight sneer on his face. “You’re in no position to be asking questions. I, however… am. Who are you. What planet do you come from? What are your intentions on this planet? Whom do you report to?”
Turning sharply, he strode directly up to the cage, gripping the bars to meet her face to face. “You will answer all questions truthfully and fully. Should you decline to do so… there will be consequences. Consider yourself warned.”
“Long ago. You would not recognise me now. Curious. One would hope that someone with a heart would remember someone that they tortured, twisted and manipulated into a paradox machine with barely batting an eyelid whilst they screamed. But, ha, of course that’s where we reach our answer. You’ve no heart to feel with.”
“No heart? On the contrary, my dear, I have two.” He sent her a wink, “But, I’m sure you already know that- Miss TARDIS. Shall I call you that? TARDIS. No, I think I’ll call you… Hulga. Care for a jellybaby, Hulga?”
“No, you don’t understand! I love that you love me, Koschei! I just wish you didn’t show it in the way you did, because that was what tore out my hearts. I love you too, but you destroying others to make that point? That is what I don’t like. We can be together without all of that mess. We always could have been, but you chose to take that path that led to so much hurt between us.”
“You… love me? Hah.” The Master scoffed, skeptical. As much as he wanted to believe the Doctor’s words… he couldn’t. Not yet anyways. “You’ve certainly never shown it. But perhaps you mean something else. Like friendship. Ooh you’ve always been good at that, haven’t you. Friendship. Well, that’s not the kind of love that I’m talking about, Doctor. Not the kind…” He rested his head up against the wall and closed his eyes, suddenly weary from all that had transpired.
Everything was sore. So very sore, but it was bearable and he was still alive, that was a plus. He didn’t regenerate and he didn’t feel like he was about to. What a strange occurrence.
Upon reaching the end of the tunnel of fabric that he could only assume was his clothes, he began to investigate himself as well. He was tiny and wrinkled like well, the first thought to come to mind was E.T. Only E.T. was much larger and a lot less human shaped. He blinked up at the Master in confusion as he spoke. What did he mean fun-sized? There was nothing particularly fun about this size. In fact, so far this had been a very un-fun size. He would have said so, if his throat wasn’t so uncooperative.
Seeing a giant Master reaching toward him was not exactly something he had been expecting out of his day. He didn’t like it, he tried to crawl away, but it was no use. He wasn’t exactly the athlete he was a couple moments ago. Was this going to be a forever change? He hoped not. Oh how he hoped not! Being carried around like a baby or a cat was also not on his list pertaining to “fun”. He tried to show his disapproval of the whole thing with a grimace, but he doubted he looked intimidating at all. This was the curse of being small.
Grabbing the Doctor by the scruff of the neck, the Master slung the old man over his shoulder, starting off towards the ship’s atrium. “Come along, Dobby. Now… as for your living arrangements. I was originally planning on a doghouse… but now, by the looks of you I think a bird cage will be in order. Ah yes. I can see it now. A little perch, some bird seed, a little bar to sit on, and… maybe, if you’re good, I’ll even give you one of those little bell toys to play with!”
He patted the Doctor’s back, as if the other man were an infant. “But how are we going to dress you, hmm? Baby clothes? Pet clothes? Maybe we can find some doll outfits that would fit… yes. That should do it. Because, personally I really don’t want to have to deal with the sight of that disgusting shriveled up body of yours each morning. Eughh. Disgusting.”
“You know…” he strode through a set of automatic doors, a triumphant grin on his face “Lucy’s always wanted a pet. I’ve never been for it personally- animals reek and poop and shed. But you- you can be our little family pet! Ha ha! This will be perfect.”
regenerationxii asked: Good *He rolls his eyes slightly but a faint smile quirk his lips up as he pulls a lever and the TARDIS hums to life*
*The Master swings his legs back and forth as he crows in a sing song voice* Your parking break is still on!