[Here's someone new to the city. He's skinny, fairly handsome, not ginger... and wearing 3-D glasses for god knows what reason. And the look of confusion on his face isn't making him look any less goofy right now. But then everyone knows that Adstring is a veritable symphony of time-space shenanigans... and they've got The Doctor completely
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Now, he waited. Patience.
Better make sure that his fellow Time Lord knew where he was going, just in case. The Master picks up a pipe lying around nearby before glancing around. It's not long until he spots a large, metal storage drum laying on the ground. He picks it up, sets it upright, and gives it a look before banging it with the pipe.
One, two, three, four.
Again.
One. Two. Three. Four. One, two, three, four, onetwothreefour.]
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So the Master was here too... which only made things more confusing, considering where he should be.
poker faced and moving with a deliberate stride, the Doctor rounded a corner to see his former friend standing there, banging on an old oil drum.]
...Well isn't this familiar.
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Doctor. I knew you'd show up here sooner than later.
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[He looks... curious. Curious about how someone on the wrong side of a Time Lock is standing in front of him... and why that someone seems so excited to see him. Sure their last encounter ended on an oddly friendly note, but there's something... different, here.
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You of all people ought to know that I never stay dead.
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[He raises an eyebrow.]
But dodging the reaper, even after suppressing your regeneration, is trivial compared to escaping a Time Lock. And with your wits intact. Well... as intact as they ever were, at least.
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...Time Lock?
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but you seemed rather preoccupied at the time. [What with burning up the last of your life-force to get revenge for Rassilon's drum beat skullfuckery.]
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You... What?
No... You were there! Well... maybe I should say you will be there?
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The last thing I recall is your tear-streaked, pathetic face begging me not to go, as I oh so dramatically died in your arms.
Are you saying that you're from my future? ... [His voice grows serious] Start talking. Now.
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I don't know, wouldn't want to give you too many spoilers. Not to mention, you didn't ask very nicely.
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Talk.
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Well since you decided to be so polite about it...
Rassilon used you to try and get the Time Lords and all of Gallifrey out of the time lock. Those "drums" you keep going on about? Retroactively planted in your head by the President to give them a low-level link to the rest of the universe.
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No. That can't-- The drums-- They're real. They're real. [And he just starts laughing.] Oh, they're real! I'm not as insane as you thought!
[But the knowledge that they were PUT there isn't exactly something that makes him happy.]
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