I have seen the future, brother, it is murder.

[iron_and_latin]

((closed RP for Sam and the Master))

(It's like an old picture in black and white from some noir film, a beautiful woman smoking a cigarette, the man across from her sipping something expensive from a highball glass. They're talking, words he doesn't quite understand, and there's laughter in their tones, an almost lightness. He recognizes her, it'

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[iron_and_latin]

Sam hadn't missed the narrowing eyes, and was trying to discern if they meant anything more than that the Master was simply finding this visit annoying. He suspected it did.

"Yeah, fair enough," he laughed, sounding like he was still just sort of tickled by the idea of having aliens around, and that he was kind of excited to be talking to one. Which he would have been if it hadn't been for the personality of said aliens. "Must drive you guys even more crazy than most, being stuck here when you're used to having whole galaxies at your fingertips."

"Mostly just checking up to see if you were still here," he answered cheerfully. "Of course, every time I talk to someone I wonder if I should be happy or not that they're still trapped, you know? Since we don't know where people go when they disappear. Though personally I do think that they go home." He was pretty much asking, with his tone and his expression, if the Master had any theories of his own. He was sure the alien did, and he didn't expect them to be shared, but it was a good explanation as to why he was still hanging around asking questions.

[hear_the_drums]

The 'whole galaxies at your fingertips' comment elicited a laugh that had been long ago designed to make all sorts of people nervous. "Yes. Yes, used to it. Hm."

He had little patience for thinking about where people went, though. If only because there had been enough time spent on the subject, and all of the theories were less than satisfactory. "Why would you bother thinking that? Because it makes you feel more comfortable? There's not much point to it in the end. You'll never be certain, and so your reasoning is useless." Reasoning was never truly useless, of course, but if Sam Winchester wanted to push his buttons, he could push right back.

[iron_and_latin]

Sam gave him a suspicious glance.

"Well of course I can't be certain," he answered. "At least not until I disappear myself." A short laugh. "Then I guess I'll find out."

[hear_the_drums]

This conversation was going nowhere in a hell of a hurry.

"I guess you will," the Master said brightly. He made the easy push with his own mental energy, his voice seeming to take up physical space. "Go away now."

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'Yeah, sure. No problem," Sam agreed. "Sorry, didn't mean to bore you." He risked a glance over the Master's shoulder; he couldn't see that much of the room beyond, but it didn't look like there was anyone there with him. So Sam figured he'd find a bench maybe and stake the place out. As discreetly as possible. "Again, sorry to bug you. Have a good day." He took a moment to tuck the pen away.

[hear_the_drums]

Wait a minute.

Let's try it the old fashioned way. "You will obey me." It sounded like something of a throwaway line, perhaps because he wasn't quite sure how this was panning out yet.

[iron_and_latin]

Sam glanced back up at him, opened his mouth and considered for a moment before answering simply;

"Excuse me?"

[hear_the_drums]

Maybe he was a little slow. "You. Will. Obey. Your Master."

Any minute now....

[iron_and_latin]

Okay, this just went real fucked up, real fast. Sam took a step backwards, and then another, all of a sudden not quite ready to turn his back on the Master.

"Yeah, okay man. Chill out." Obey your Master? What kind of freaky old-school sci-fi shit was that? Oh right, he was an alien. Well, that answered that question.

Goddamn the stupid park, anyway.

[hear_the_drums]

Psychokinetic energy. That wave from before, it had to be good for something, didn't it? It hadn't quite felt like that kind of energy, but it was entirely possible, given the right kind of focus. "You've got a barrier," the Master surmised, smiling slowly. "It would have helped you if you had known to run. Of course, the longer you stay rooted to the spot...."

It was like having a ring of keys and not knowing which one went with the lock. You had to try each in turn, but eventually you got lucky. Winchester couldn't know much about his abilities, or some kind of proper guard would be going up. No, this was too easy for someone who knew his own strength.

"What good is a security system if it's not installed properly?" he wondered aloud, beginning to circle the young man. "You can't have anti-virus software and never run the bloody program. Poor form, Mr. Winchester."

He had been pushing, prodding in different places, looking for the place with the most give, the area with water damage and no insurance plan to cover it. And it was good to have that kind of focus while the place went crazy, before someone else got snatched in the night, and maybe this was what was expected of him, but it was better than being still and hoping that something would forget about you and leave you alone--

there

"And how about now? Are we stooping comfortably?"

[iron_and_latin]

A barrier?

"I don't know what you're talking about," he answered, ready to deny anything and everything, whatever the Master said. He turned as the man circled him, something in his eyes and the way he moved so much like the yellow-eyed demon in that moment. Sam grit his teeth and stood his ground, though he fell instinctively into a more defensive posture.

Listening more carefully now to what the Master was saying, when the question was asked Sam noticed the change in his voice for the first time. But more than that, he felt it, in a way that he couldn't quite identify but made his blood run cold.

"Is that a jibe about my posture?" he asked stiffly.

[hear_the_drums]

First crack in the dam. "Why would I make fun of your posture when I can just as easily alter it to my taste?" Sam Winchester's mind was more a mess than he had thought was possible for a human. It reminded him somewhat of the first few years he had spent on his psychic abilities.

How interesting.

"Maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement. You know, it would be ever so helpful if you would hold your arm out."

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If he were Dean, he'd have spat out an annoyed 'I'd like to see you try,' at the first comment. But he wasn't, so Sam kept quiet, at least until he was ordered to hold out his arm. He firmly squashed the impulse to do as he was told.

"No."

[hear_the_drums]

Oh, look at it wilting. "And I thought you were here to assist in research," the Master tutted. "Cayce Pollard isn't the only one hereabouts with social and scientific interests."

Last chance to play nice. Not that the Master was gave actual warnings about that sort of thing.

"Now do your job. Your arm."

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"Research?" There was a distinct strain in Sam's voice. Maybe if he had some idea of what was going on he could fight back, but as it stood, he had a strong sense that he was really, really in trouble. "You're wasting your time; I'm not that interesting. You though; alien with crazy psychic powers. That's pretty sweet. You do this sort of thing often?"

[hear_the_drums]

"It happens to be something of a calling card, now that you mention it."

-and it's subtle, like a green sky before a tornado touches ground, and poor Dorothy doesn't have time to get back indoors so it's goodbye to the farm, and look how appropriate that metaphor turned out; the dear boy is from Kansas-

"That," he says with a smirk, "would be the sound of our synapses aligning appropriately. I apologise if it's an uncomfortable experience for you." One hand went into his jacket pocket. "There we are now. As per my previous instructions...."