16 // [Video]
[The Master is lying sideways on a couch in his living room, shirtsleeves undone and rolled up, legs curled up towards him and back, elbow leaning on the arm of the couch. He looks relaxed, wearing only a white dress shirt and black trousers, his tie hanging loosely, haphazardly around his neck. He hasn't noticed that he's being filmed. In one of his hands, he holds a clear glass halfway full of an amber liquid. He takes a sip of it and then sighs, and stands up, walking over to the window. The setting sun is still streaming through the Venetian blinds, making a striped pattern on his face. He speaks softly to himself, quiet enough that it is difficult to hear him unless the listener really strains to hear.]
I only just missed her.
[He smiles slowly and chuckles to himself as he takes another sip at his alcohol.]
It seems as if she did me proud, all the same.
[He sobers a little bit.]
Although everything could be easier--
[He cuts himself off, looking vaguely confused and then stumbles slightly backwards from the window, looking shell-shocked. Taking a deep breath he tries to pull himself back together, whatever this is, it isn't something he's going to let himself be bothered by. It's, of course, then that something hits him again, somehow and his eyes widen, his mouth gaping slightly in pain. He drops the glass and doesn't even notice as it breaks into pieces on the floor and he collapses onto his knees and then backwards, leaning against the back of the couch as a crimson spot grows slowly on his chest, shocking colour against the pristine whiteness of his shirt. His eyes are still wide and vaguely panicked and he's breathing heavily, still completely unaware that he's being recorded, not caring how he looks, alone in his apartment, apparently dying the same way for the second time.]
[ooc: Backdated a little bit, obviously, to when the sun was ACTUALLY setting. So....this is a curse, courtesy of button-pressing. Souvenirs You Never Lose, to be precise. It's going to work kind of like that and eventually like the Death Curse, which is going to give me an excuse to leave him be for a bit and do some homework for bloody once. Though this is hitting him as if he's being shot very slowly, so he's going to have a pretty decent amount of time to panic complain before he dies. Again. XD So, uh, feel free to talk at him, although don't expect typing from him, obviously.]
I only just missed her.
[He smiles slowly and chuckles to himself as he takes another sip at his alcohol.]
It seems as if she did me proud, all the same.
[He sobers a little bit.]
Although everything could be easier--
[He cuts himself off, looking vaguely confused and then stumbles slightly backwards from the window, looking shell-shocked. Taking a deep breath he tries to pull himself back together, whatever this is, it isn't something he's going to let himself be bothered by. It's, of course, then that something hits him again, somehow and his eyes widen, his mouth gaping slightly in pain. He drops the glass and doesn't even notice as it breaks into pieces on the floor and he collapses onto his knees and then backwards, leaning against the back of the couch as a crimson spot grows slowly on his chest, shocking colour against the pristine whiteness of his shirt. His eyes are still wide and vaguely panicked and he's breathing heavily, still completely unaware that he's being recorded, not caring how he looks, alone in his apartment, apparently dying the same way for the second time.]
[ooc: Backdated a little bit, obviously, to when the sun was ACTUALLY setting. So....this is a curse, courtesy of button-pressing. Souvenirs You Never Lose, to be precise. It's going to work kind of like that and eventually like the Death Curse, which is going to give me an excuse to leave him be for a bit and do some homework for bloody once. Though this is hitting him as if he's being shot very slowly, so he's going to have a pretty decent amount of time to panic complain before he dies. Again. XD So, uh, feel free to talk at him, although don't expect typing from him, obviously.]