The Fifth Doctor had just returned from outside, where the Eigth's TARDIS sat. It had been a delightful visit (he was far more attached to that man then he would admit), but when he slips into the Inn? The light seems to leave his eyes. He could nearly feel something sinister in the air, and all coming from one specific Time Lord.
"Ah, so you haven't left yet." It's said with a light tone, perhaps friendly, even if it's terribly faux.
He pull his hat from his head and rolls it up, only taking a few steps closer to the table where the Master sat, working. That, of course, was never a good sign.
The Master senses him before he gets close, but only looks up as he speaks, smirking a little. He sets the... device... he's working on down on the table and leans back in his chair, lacing his fingers in front of him.
"And how, pray tell, am I supposed to do that? I haven't got a door. Though if you're offering me a ride..."
Innocent smile. Oh yes, please. Unleash him on the universe again. ...To tell the truth, it would make him more sane than he is now, trapped here.
Stuffing hands into the pockets of his coat, he dares a few steps closer, glancing down to whatever device he seems to be constructing. Well, that certainly didn't look good.
"Oh no, I'm sorry to disappoint, but all of the spots on my TARDIS are filled."
Perhaps there's a bit of uncertainty hiding within him. This regeneration of the Master was certainly more lethal than the ones he knew so well. "I'm not so foolish." The flash of a smile is given, but no emotion lies behind it.
"In that case, I suppose you'll have to get used to my presence here. I seem to be going nowhere in any hurry."
He notices the Doctor's glance at his device, and his smile broadens just a bit. He doesn't want to tell the Doctor just what it is yet, or what he intends to do with it. That would ruin the surprise. It's just a pity he couldn't find a way to see it himself... Remote video cameras, perhaps, though getting them to transmit to the Inn would be a trick...
"It is good to see you, though. It's good to see you so young. Brings back old times."
"I suppose I will, then." Five looks about before eyes fall back on the Master, something amused in his expression. "At least you got rid of that rubbish beard. Perhaps that will make you more bearable."
There's sharp sarcasm to his voice, showing he's not letting his guard down around the Master, no matter how safe their environments. He thinks that maybe, he should stop the Master in his construction, question the object, but he doesn't just yet. He'll continue to glance to it with mild curiosity.
The Master sighs, reaching up absently to touch his clean-shaven face, like he'd completely forgotten about it. "No... You just can't get away with a beard in politics, you know."
And then he's back to smiling at the Doctor, eyes locked on his face as the Doctor's eyes flicker to the device he's building. "Don't tell me you don't miss it at least a little, though. I happened to be rather fond of it."
"Politics, you say? Is that what you call it now?" Five raises an eyebrow and he fishes a cricket ball from his pocket, tossing it lightly, fidgeting. It's only when he looks up that his eyes finally meet those of the Master's.
He holds the cricket ball tight in his hand.
The faint flicker of a smile, "You certainly were a spectacle..."
He hates this feeling, this feeling that urges him to pull closer to the Master, to relish in their small, safe talk while he can. Before everything is blown to hell, but he holds his ground.
The Master rises to his feet slowly, moving like someone trying not to startle a wild animal, and his voice is soft, almost gentle as he speaks again, taking a step toward the Doctor.
Five's eyes narrow only slightly as the Master rises, but still, he holds his ground. Perhaps its the slow movements or the gentle voice that keeps him still, he isn't sure.
"Think what you wish, Master. But don't flatter yourself too much." There's a tight-lipped grin that slips into his expression and he gives the cricket ball another toss or two.
"No?" He's just close enough to reach out to him now, but he doesn't, not yet. His eyes follow the cricket ball's path for a moment, like a cat following the path of a piece of string, before they return to the Doctor's face. "It's true, though. Even back in school... You were always the one pushing me to make a spectacle of myself those days, now weren't you?"
But there might be a chuckle from his lips, one that holds both bitterness and fondness. "Certainly, I was. If only because I was quite a fool then, as well. A spectacular pair we formed-- when we weren't caught."
The Master's smile has quite a bit of fondness to it too, and not all of it put on. "You've always been a fool, Doctor, though a particularly lucky one. Though I went along with you, so I suppose I'm just as much the fool."
His hand snakes out to brush the Doctor's collar, just shy of his neck. "Even when we were caught, though. Don't you miss it? The two of us together, the way it should be..."
Five's gaze drops to the Master's hand, more curious than anything. It's the brush of his collar that he looks back up to the man and what hint of real emotion is hiding behind the man's smile.
Part of him ached to be back where they used to be, to be who they used to be, not good nor evil. They existed as neutral (well, as much as they could) forces, only to break away from nonpolarity.
His voice is quiet, "Even if I did, I have my obligations." Somehow, it almost hurts to say it, but he won't admit it.
His free hand comes up to curl in the lapel of the Doctor's coat, not tightly enough to keep him there if he wants to pull away. It's the touch that's important, and the fact that, at least for the moment, the Doctor's not pulling away.
"Obligations," he growls softly, scornfully. "Leave them. You never had a problem with it before..."
The Doctor won't pull away just yet, even though he knows he probably should. There's still no immediate threat (but the low growl is never a good sign).
"I can't. Who I was before this, although the same person, was very different, indeed." He gives a soft smile, whether genuine or no, is hard to say. "By being here at all, I am already disgracing them."
Reid was with him in the Inn, though, so at least he had one of his companions.
The Master raises his eyebrows, leaning in very slowly, and the movement has intimacy and threat in equal amounts. His lips brush against the Doctor's, not really a kiss, but his voice is soft and low, a gentle purr as he speaks.
"You're still here, though. You could have walked away, Doctor."
"Ah, so you haven't left yet." It's said with a light tone, perhaps friendly, even if it's terribly faux.
He pull his hat from his head and rolls it up, only taking a few steps closer to the table where the Master sat, working. That, of course, was never a good sign.
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"And how, pray tell, am I supposed to do that? I haven't got a door. Though if you're offering me a ride..."
Innocent smile. Oh yes, please. Unleash him on the universe again. ...To tell the truth, it would make him more sane than he is now, trapped here.
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"Oh no, I'm sorry to disappoint, but all of the spots on my TARDIS are filled."
Perhaps there's a bit of uncertainty hiding within him. This regeneration of the Master was certainly more lethal than the ones he knew so well. "I'm not so foolish." The flash of a smile is given, but no emotion lies behind it.
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He notices the Doctor's glance at his device, and his smile broadens just a bit. He doesn't want to tell the Doctor just what it is yet, or what he intends to do with it. That would ruin the surprise. It's just a pity he couldn't find a way to see it himself... Remote video cameras, perhaps, though getting them to transmit to the Inn would be a trick...
"It is good to see you, though. It's good to see you so young. Brings back old times."
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There's sharp sarcasm to his voice, showing he's not letting his guard down around the Master, no matter how safe their environments. He thinks that maybe, he should stop the Master in his construction, question the object, but he doesn't just yet. He'll continue to glance to it with mild curiosity.
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And then he's back to smiling at the Doctor, eyes locked on his face as the Doctor's eyes flicker to the device he's building. "Don't tell me you don't miss it at least a little, though. I happened to be rather fond of it."
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He holds the cricket ball tight in his hand.
The faint flicker of a smile, "You certainly were a spectacle..."
He hates this feeling, this feeling that urges him to pull closer to the Master, to relish in their small, safe talk while he can. Before everything is blown to hell, but he holds his ground.
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"You always liked me best that way."
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"Think what you wish, Master. But don't flatter yourself too much." There's a tight-lipped grin that slips into his expression and he gives the cricket ball another toss or two.
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But there might be a chuckle from his lips, one that holds both bitterness and fondness. "Certainly, I was. If only because I was quite a fool then, as well. A spectacular pair we formed-- when we weren't caught."
Perhaps he doesn't hate the Master quite enough.
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His hand snakes out to brush the Doctor's collar, just shy of his neck. "Even when we were caught, though. Don't you miss it? The two of us together, the way it should be..."
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Five's gaze drops to the Master's hand, more curious than anything. It's the brush of his collar that he looks back up to the man and what hint of real emotion is hiding behind the man's smile.
Part of him ached to be back where they used to be, to be who they used to be, not good nor evil. They existed as neutral (well, as much as they could) forces, only to break away from nonpolarity.
His voice is quiet, "Even if I did, I have my obligations." Somehow, it almost hurts to say it, but he won't admit it.
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"Obligations," he growls softly, scornfully. "Leave them. You never had a problem with it before..."
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"I can't. Who I was before this, although the same person, was very different, indeed." He gives a soft smile, whether genuine or no, is hard to say. "By being here at all, I am already disgracing them."
Reid was with him in the Inn, though, so at least he had one of his companions.
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"You're still here, though. You could have walked away, Doctor."
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