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[The device switches on and the Master can be heard talking to himself some distance away from it, sounding alternately desperate and disgusted and trying to calm himself down, occasionally. His voice raises and lowers in volume, sometimes he mutters so quietly that some of what he says is indiscernible.]

They aren't here. They aren't here and I don

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[der_freischuetz]

"Time Lord"?

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[neverendingbeat]

My species.

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[der_freischuetz]

...Not familiar with that. Do tell.

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It's not as if it matters, really. There's only two of us left. Two of us that count. The third one here is from our past, when our home planet Gallifrey still existed.

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[der_freischuetz]

...coming from another planet? How curious! There was only one here I met who claimed to have someone like that as her roommate.

And can they appreciate art like you do, I wonder.

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[neverendingbeat]

Was the woman called Rose Tyler?
In that case, her roommate in no way appreciates art of that calibre. He's adverse to it in an annoyingly sanctimonious fashion, actually, which is completely hypocritical, considering as he destroyed Gallifrey in the first place.

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[der_freischuetz]

Yes, it was indeed Miss Tyler. Such a coincidence.

Oh, one of those. Aren't they just annoying? Every agreeable one seems to be followed by them.

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[neverendingbeat]

Everywhere. You try to reconstitute yourself somewhere nice where you can maybe start rebuilding an empire and you end up in the City with the bastard Doctor watching over your shoulder at every moment. He's not even being very interesting because he's too busy being depressed and whiny.

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[der_freischuetz]

Rebuilding an empire ...?

The Doctor, yes!, that's what Miss Tyler called him. I can sympathise, especially them trying to watch over one's shoulder.

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[neverendingbeat]

I was hoping to not be trapped in one dimension...on the whole I tend to go for rather universal domination.

I can be on my best behaviour all I like, it doesn't make any difference to his constant suspicion.
So why bother, I'll give the drums what they want.

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[der_freischuetz]

Universal domination? Aiming high, are we.

Tsk, why try your best for a whiny nuisance? Wasted talent, that is. And it appears we have been asked by the very same one to join - then let us have a war song so splendid and lovely as to make my dead heart ache with excitement!

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[neverendingbeat]

Always.

I only say this because he accumulates allies like some accumulate cats. Although maybe they're all sick of listening to his whining too.
Ah. And yes. That sounds like fun.
Oh, and especially since three of my little friends have arrived. I could have done with a full legion of them, perhaps, but three will do for now. Poor things. They'll need some maintenance before they'll be battle-ready.

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[der_freischuetz]

Perhaps. I cannot imagine anyone described like this to be so well-liked and charismatic.

Little friends? Let's hope it doesn't take long, Mister Xemnas assumes, they're not here to stay.

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[neverendingbeat]

Neither can I.

I wouldn't assume so. They're...well, I refer to them as the Toclafane. They're going to be rather difficult to fight with anyway, as if they kill any humans from my universe, they'll essentially wink out of existence (I don't have the benefit of a paradox machine, more's the pity) but the modifications to prepare them for battle should only take a couple of hours.

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[der_freischuetz]

Out of existence! Does that work with humans only, I wonder.

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[neverendingbeat]

Possibly, I was a bit too vague. The Toclafane themselves would wink out of existence, as they are created from the humans at the distant end of my universe.
The Toclafane don't have anti-reality weaponry, they merely have lasers, and some rather interesting blades.