Jan 27, 2009 21:56
The TARDIS sits on a small hill, humming softly to herself. It's quite clear that, as with the Doctor she belongs with, there's something not quite right about her. The look in her eyes is haunted, and she seems slightly broken, or on the edge of something terrible.
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The Master cocks his head, his smile flickering something close to wickedness.
'My dear girl; a pleasure to see you again.'
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He hurt her, and he's hurting her Doctor, and how he'll huty her again.
She feels so entirely trapped.
"Please leave me alone, Master..."
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He cocks an eyebrow at her. 'Cup of tea?'
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"...No, thank you."
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He shrugs at her refusal- 'Well, suit yourself, then'- and conjures a cup of tea for himself. The multiverse can be dreadfully entertaining that way. It's a little novelty, but the Master appreciates small pleasures. The cup appears in his hand, aromatic steam rising from the surface of it. Orange ceylon, black, with lots of sugar. Just as he likes it.
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She nods, sliding a little farther away from him.
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'You know,' he comments, as if on the state of the weather, 'I'd be less likely to hurt you if I thought you were capable of having an actual conversation.'
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((OOC: In other news, that icon is of teh secks. Who is your PB?))
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But she doesn't move away.
[[ooc// Ahaha thank you. Her name is Darla Baker... I think she's a model. Almost all of my icons are from Hollow Art, so if you just search her name there a few base sets should come up.]]
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'Really,' he continues after another sip of his tea, 'You mustn't think I bear you any grudge, magnificent... ah, ship that you are. But circumstances and all that, as they say.'
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She frowns at him, wrapping her arms around her legs.
"You didn't have to do what you did."
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'Frankly, my dear, it was you or Lolita, and I didn't much fancy gutting my own ship.'
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"Of course, Master. You were never one to play favorites."
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