The Master's Re-Re-Mostly arrival

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Characters: The Master And Open
Rating: TBD
Time Period: Modern
Location: Near the main door
Relative Date: Right after leaving Mal and Terry
Status: Open to all

Sure, he'd been here for perhaps an hour by now,  the wet on his knees and hands from being shoved out of the helicopter dry and the chill from the wind leaving him now that he was inside.

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[2_winged_angel]

Lucifer had heard the sound of the helicopter arriving and leaving, and was passively curious as to what poor fool was finding themselves trapped among them this time. He was made that much more curious when he realized that whoever it was, he could get no sense of them. This new prisoner had no human soul; nothing he could read or detect. This in itself told him nothing about the new arrival except that they were at least potentially more interesting than the ever-more-teeming throng of pointless, vapid humans who he shared his captivity here with

[vote_h_saxon]

The Master stared as he was approached, sniffling slightly to try and figure out what exactly was approaching him... Whoever it was obviously know him, so, yet again, he was being mistaken for himself. Some time in the future he must have gotten stuck here again. This of course meant that he got out. The realization makes him smile a bit more then he possibly could, the tapping moving to his legs as the drums grew louder.

"Yes... First time for everything I suppose. I'm Harold Saxon..."

[2_winged_angel]

Lucifer nodded. It wasn't the name Rose thought of him by, but one she knew of. That was fine. He would allow the small fiction for now. After all, he was playing a similar game himself.

"Sam Lux," he said, by way of introduction. "I'm surprised you haven't been to either of the gatherings in the past several months. I'd gathered you were more of a social creature than that, from what I've heard of you."

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"Ahh... Well. It seems everyone is thinking the same thing. I'm new here. Only just arrived an hour back." He shrugged faintly then, pocketing his hands and toying with his Laser Screwdriver, his smile staying on his lips.

"Sam Lux..."

He couldn't decide, weather he should play up Harold Saxon of if he should just drop it, after all, he'd been here before, so he'd probably been The Master then.