The Master -- Doctor Who -- Anywheresville, Earth, anytime
[OOC: Needed an outlet for him of some sort, so -- setting left vauge on purpose. Pretty much any time, any place on Earth that has trees, basically. Post-season-three Master, feel free to assume whatever way you'd like of coming back to life unless it comes up in conversation!]
The Master leans against a tree, watching the world around him, the perfect picture of casual disinterest. Unless you know what to look for. The suit just a little too rumpled, the tight fist hidden behind his elbow, the quick rhythm two fingers tap out repeatedly against his arm. Ba da da dum. Ba da da dum.
The drums. They're so loud, haven't shut up for a moment since he came back. Furious, painful drumming, hammering inside his skull, reminding him over and over again that he lost.
It's enough to drive him mad a second time over.
He'd be grateful for a distraction. Of course, the Master being who he is, gratitude comes out in odd way. He probably won't resort to unprovoked violence. Unless it's the Doctor or Martha Jones. Then all bets are off.
The Master leans against a tree, watching the world around him, the perfect picture of casual disinterest. Unless you know what to look for. The suit just a little too rumpled, the tight fist hidden behind his elbow, the quick rhythm two fingers tap out repeatedly against his arm. Ba da da dum. Ba da da dum.
The drums. They're so loud, haven't shut up for a moment since he came back. Furious, painful drumming, hammering inside his skull, reminding him over and over again that he lost.
It's enough to drive him mad a second time over.
He'd be grateful for a distraction. Of course, the Master being who he is, gratitude comes out in odd way. He probably won't resort to unprovoked violence. Unless it's the Doctor or Martha Jones. Then all bets are off.