Hello, yes. Welcome to the ONE HUNDREDTH WEEKLY DRABBLE/SKETCH CHALLENGE*! On this day, the day of the ONE HUNDRETH WEEKLY DRABBLE/SKETCH CHALLENGE** we have decided to do something different. This idea largely courtesy of
x_los. We would like the com to collectively write/draw:
ONE HUNDRED DRABBLES AND/OR SKETCHES. I have a lovely table that I yoinked
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The Doctor almost couldn't remember a time when the Master wasn't afraid of death. When they were sixteen, Theta managed to get his hands on the blueprints to a primitive form of time travel that some alien race had created to manipulate the vortex. Primitive, but working, and it was enough to give them a rudimentary knowledge of how to build their own long before they were allowed to do so.
They'd spent endless nights making it. Koschei finally got it working during a study hall, but he hadn't waited for Theta to get back from tutoring to test it. He'd been impatient and proud, and simply pressed the button to take him away to some strange planet so that he could gloat to Theta later. He ended up in the middle of the bloodiest battle of the first Yestradi civil war.
Theta had raised the alarm when he saw that Koschei was still missing by the end of the day. Koschei had to be brought back by an emissary of the High Council, and they'd both gotten a very thorough scolding and punishment for it. All of that had been worth it to get a glimpse of the outside world though, or so Theta had thought.
His excited questions about the outside world had all been hushed, though, when he saw the look in Koschei's eyes. Theta could only hold his friend tightly as he haltingly described the horror of the aliens who couldn't regenerate. That night, Koschei swore he would never die.
That was why the Doctor wasn't sure who he was angrier at, as he watched the flames where his enemy had stood mere seconds before. The Master, for breaking his promise, or himself for not helping to keep death at bay? At night as he lay awake in bed, all the Doctor could hear were Koschei's screams from the nightmares that the Doctor now lived in.
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And maybe this incident could have had something of an impact on the Doctor too - the first seeds of deciding not to just stand by and watch what goes on out there... Well, that's what I'm getting out of that last paragraph, anyway.
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Oh, I think it definitely had an impact on the Doctor as well.
Thanks again for the comments!
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Very welcome for the comments! :)
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Also, yay for chocobos!
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