Five just so happens to be lounging in the lobby with a book and a warm cup of tea. He's reading some prudish little novel he found sitting around and is more or less musing on it's literary form
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The Master had, for the most part, had been keeping out of sight, either locked away in his rooms or merely keeping out of the Doctor's line of vision.
It isn't that he doesn't want to face him, it's quite the contrary, actually.
Stalking up behind the blond, he rests his hands against the other's shoulders and leans in close. "You aways were the bookish type, weren't you?"
Five should have felt him coming, should've known that the nagging in the back of his mind was something too familiar.
The hands on his shoulders startle him, but he doesn't move. Instead, he casually closes the book and tilts his head, looking at the other Time Lord sideways.
... This didn't look like his Master.
"So it seems. Literature really has gotten quite terrible these days, though." He will shift and stand, moving just out of reach of those hands. "What about you? Read anything decent lately?"
It's almost as if he's considering the other man, uncertainty looming nearby.
"Oh me? I haven't had time to read. Lots of things to do, you know." He grins taking a step closer.
"But you don't, do you? You don't know anything about me but I still remember you. I liked this regeneration, very nice. Much better that that mess of teeth and curls you'd been before."
"And what do you think of me," he asks then. "No beard after all, although I think I miss it. Always thought it made me look quite distinguished."
"Oh, but I have! I think I'm doing quite a good job too!" He's very careful to use the present tense, to not let him know that the Doctor has little to fear at this point.
After all, he'll find out in five regenerations, so why tell him early?
"They chose me, out of everyone they could have picked, your precious humans chose me to rule over them. To be their Master."
"Well, I'm sorry I caused such offense. You would never do such a thing, no. How could I have been so mistaken!"
Five's tone of voice shifts again, this time to something sarcastic, something sharp. Stuffing hands into his coat pockets, he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
The Master just laughs. "Really? Are you absolutely positive? There isn't a single drop of doubt hidden somewhere in there?"
"Because, I think there is. I think you aren't sure of it at all. Maybe I've learned from my mistakes, have poured over each of them until I came up with something new and utterly brilliant."
"It is brilliant you know, what I've done, it's absolutely marvelous. Even you would have to admit that, not right now but later, later you will."
It isn't that he doesn't want to face him, it's quite the contrary, actually.
Stalking up behind the blond, he rests his hands against the other's shoulders and leans in close. "You aways were the bookish type, weren't you?"
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The hands on his shoulders startle him, but he doesn't move. Instead, he casually closes the book and tilts his head, looking at the other Time Lord sideways.
... This didn't look like his Master.
"So it seems. Literature really has gotten quite terrible these days, though." He will shift and stand, moving just out of reach of those hands. "What about you? Read anything decent lately?"
It's almost as if he's considering the other man, uncertainty looming nearby.
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"But you don't, do you? You don't know anything about me but I still remember you. I liked this regeneration, very nice. Much better that that mess of teeth and curls you'd been before."
"And what do you think of me," he asks then. "No beard after all, although I think I miss it. Always thought it made me look quite distinguished."
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"Distinguished is quite a word for it. Why the sudden change?"
His words are light, almost as if speaking to an old friend, but the sternness in his eyes says something completely different.
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Well, at one point anyway.
"No one trusts a politician with a beard," he explains simply. "And besides, the face of Great Britian should be a clean shaven one, don't you think?"
Don't mind the smirk, really.
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"You haven't."
It's urgent and he steps up, perhaps a foot or so away from his fellow Time Lord now. If the Master had any sort of power like that, then surely...
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After all, he'll find out in five regenerations, so why tell him early?
"They chose me, out of everyone they could have picked, your precious humans chose me to rule over them. To be their Master."
"Tell me, Doctor, what do you think of that?"
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He wants to know what regeneration this man is from, when he will have to deal with this and if any of it is real at all.
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"Oh Doctor, I think I'm offended! Do you think I would really sink so low as to use dirty tactics to win my position?"
But his smile? Gives aways any chance he may have had in deceiving anyone.
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Five's tone of voice shifts again, this time to something sarcastic, something sharp. Stuffing hands into his coat pockets, he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
"I'm certain you will fail."
He can have some hope, can't he?
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"Because, I think there is. I think you aren't sure of it at all. Maybe I've learned from my mistakes, have poured over each of them until I came up with something new and utterly brilliant."
"It is brilliant you know, what I've done, it's absolutely marvelous. Even you would have to admit that, not right now but later, later you will."
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Five dares a step closer, "And history has you stumbling, falling, every time."
He goes silent, listening to the other Time Lord's words and shakes his head, "Brilliant, perhaps, but that I do doubt. It won't last."
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