Open RP - The Master returns

[theregothedrums]

((with the approval of the other Who muns))

He was...

He was in a slick heap on the floor, the smell of butter the first thing he consciously aware of. The smell. It was impossibly silent, an undreamed-of silence

Comments

[vislor_turlough]

"Oh great. A nutcase. Like Hogwarts doesn't have enough of those."

[theregothedrums]

Well, he certainly looked the part, and the butter wasn't helping any.

And speaking of looking the part, wasn't this one of the Doctor's little pets? Was he here too?

"Oh, that's hardly fair," he said with the pout he knew worked so well on this face. It'd actually been why he'd skipped the beard now and then. "Isn't laughter supposed to be the best medicine?"

[vislor_turlough]

"That's a load of Earthling bull. Laughter doesn't do anything."

[theregothedrums]

"Oh, but the world is so funny. Don't you think it's funny?"

[vislor_turlough]

"Occasionally. Still a backwater planet I'd love to get off of."

[theregothedrums]

"The universe, then. Funny. The strangest things happen sometimes." He grinned, grimly aware of just how strange it could get. "You don't think that's funny?"

[vislor_turlough]

Turlough felt uneasy at this stranger's grin. "Perhaps. Who are you, anyway?"

[theregothedrums]

"Carl Norman," he lied smoothly. "And you are...?"

[vislor_turlough]

"Turlough." Turlough had the feeling he'd met this person before, which was just odd.

[theregothedrums]

"There was an Earth musician by that name," he mused. Just a tidbit he'd picked up.

[vislor_turlough]

"Like I care. I suppose you want to know where you're at, then?"

[theregothedrums]

"A nest of grammarians, perhaps?"

It was no fun, fighting off the urge to be smug.

[vislor_turlough]

"You wish. A school for wizards and witches."

It's always fun to be an arrogant bastard, though.

[theregothedrums]

"How very quaint. Is that what you are? A wizard?"

If the Doctor was here, he'd warn his little pet soon enough, but for now he was content with trading mild barbs. Even the most sweeping plans for bloody conquest needed warm-ups.

[vislor_turlough]

"I suppose technically you'd be correct. I f you must know, though, I'm a Trion."

[theregothedrums]

"You are far from home, then. Did you get lost?" The faux-concern on his face stopped just short of explicit mockery. Just.