on his own!Master with the TARDIS
"Look, I am doing the very best I can with what I have here. We can't just pop off to the local market and get you brand new parts, you know."
The TARDIS would have been silent except for his talking if anyone had been watching but there was no one else to hear or accuse him of being mad. He was though. Mad, that is. He had always walked a very thin line between sanity and madness and ever since-well.
He'd dropped off the edge of reason quite a while ago.
The Master resumed his tinkering, wearing an older pair of his slacks that had already been ruined by working on the ship. They were stained and torn and covered in all sorts of grime. His white shirt was more of a grayish-black and he had the first three buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up as he reached out for the spanner that he'd set down only moments earlier. There was a rather unpleasant nudge of irritation in his mind and he scowled.
"I mean it, you great hunk of useless junk, stop your complaining." It was punctuated by him grabbing the mallet from nearby and smacking the topside of the console. She sparked under where his head was and in his hurry to snatch his hand away, he burned himself on a pair of wires that had caught flame. That in turn, caused him to jerk, thrown off and he smacked his forehead on the underside of the controls.
With a growl of frustration, he scrambled out from where he was working and kicked her, hard. He could feel her shock radiate and she shifted violently whilst traveling in the vortex, sending the Master tumbling over the railing in surprise. He gave a shout and there was a rather loud thump then silence. He wasn't sure how long he'd been out but it couldn't have been too long since there didn't seem to be any serious injuries. The TARDIS was prodding him mentally, gentle and worried.
He groaned, hand going to the back of his head. No blood, that was good. The TARDIS was reminding him of a worried child who had done something wrong, still flitting about anxiously. Well, flitting about as well as she could via a mental link but still. He made a face at the emotion pressed against his mind. Remorse.
"No, absolutely not."
He swore that he almost heard her whine at him, something Lucy used to do when she wanted something very badly and he wasn't in a particularly giving mood. The Doctor's TARDIS, asking him to give her absolution.
"I mean it. I'm not forgiving you."
Another nudge.
"No."
The center column rose, giving a whirr and he rolled his eyes. "I said no and I meant it. That was entirely uncalled for and it hurt." he whined, voice petulant.
She tried to press upon a memory of something happy to make the hurting go away.
"That doesn't change what you did."
He could almost hear her say please.
"Oh fine, apology accepted."
prompt: on his own!Master with the TARDIS for rude_not_ginger
words: 542
The TARDIS would have been silent except for his talking if anyone had been watching but there was no one else to hear or accuse him of being mad. He was though. Mad, that is. He had always walked a very thin line between sanity and madness and ever since-well.
He'd dropped off the edge of reason quite a while ago.
The Master resumed his tinkering, wearing an older pair of his slacks that had already been ruined by working on the ship. They were stained and torn and covered in all sorts of grime. His white shirt was more of a grayish-black and he had the first three buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up as he reached out for the spanner that he'd set down only moments earlier. There was a rather unpleasant nudge of irritation in his mind and he scowled.
"I mean it, you great hunk of useless junk, stop your complaining." It was punctuated by him grabbing the mallet from nearby and smacking the topside of the console. She sparked under where his head was and in his hurry to snatch his hand away, he burned himself on a pair of wires that had caught flame. That in turn, caused him to jerk, thrown off and he smacked his forehead on the underside of the controls.
With a growl of frustration, he scrambled out from where he was working and kicked her, hard. He could feel her shock radiate and she shifted violently whilst traveling in the vortex, sending the Master tumbling over the railing in surprise. He gave a shout and there was a rather loud thump then silence. He wasn't sure how long he'd been out but it couldn't have been too long since there didn't seem to be any serious injuries. The TARDIS was prodding him mentally, gentle and worried.
He groaned, hand going to the back of his head. No blood, that was good. The TARDIS was reminding him of a worried child who had done something wrong, still flitting about anxiously. Well, flitting about as well as she could via a mental link but still. He made a face at the emotion pressed against his mind. Remorse.
"No, absolutely not."
He swore that he almost heard her whine at him, something Lucy used to do when she wanted something very badly and he wasn't in a particularly giving mood. The Doctor's TARDIS, asking him to give her absolution.
"I mean it. I'm not forgiving you."
Another nudge.
"No."
The center column rose, giving a whirr and he rolled his eyes. "I said no and I meant it. That was entirely uncalled for and it hurt." he whined, voice petulant.
She tried to press upon a memory of something happy to make the hurting go away.
"That doesn't change what you did."
He could almost hear her say please.
"Oh fine, apology accepted."
prompt: on his own!Master with the TARDIS for rude_not_ginger
words: 542