[ooc: I feel sort of silly doing this, 'cause he was tagged by Eight and all, but, y'know. With Fivey in the mindset that he is, I can't resist.]
Five slips out of his TARDIS, looking a slight tired but otherwise all right. Well, until he practically feels the near sinister satsifaction drifting in and about his mind. And, of course, when he looks about, his eyes find the Master.
"What have you gotten up to?" The amusement is gone from his voice, but there might be a rather small smile set to his lips.
This isn't the person he was exactly hoping to see. Especially considering some of the thoughts he's had as of late.
[ooc: *Snicker* Don't worry, I don't mind at all. More Doctors makes the Master happy. In a weird, twisted way.]
The Master's face lights up when he sees the Doctor. It's not exactly a pleasant thing to look at, the Master's smile, all madness and menace and friendliness that somehow makes the rest of it that much worse.
"Mmm?" he asks innocently, as if he hadn't quite heard the question. "Oh, nothing much. Just talking to people. Giving toys to small children. Almost like Santa, in a way..."
[ooc: Yaay. And the Master surely makes the Doctors happy in a weird, twisted way, too. xD]
Oh no, the Master's smile is not pleasant at all. Five knows better than anything that a smile like that usually coincides with something of completely different emotion altogether -- something world threatening, more or less.
Or so that's how it worked with his Master, anyway. He takes a few steps closer.
"Toys?" Now the smile is gone, "How unlike you." Though Five has a decent idea...
He thinks it's cute, that look of concern on the Doctor's face. Like he's not quite sure what to think of him... He's always liked it best that way.
"Maybe I've changed, Doctor. Isn't that what you'd like of me? Someone else altogether, someone a little more like you?" He sighs, inspecting his fingernails silently for a moment and seeming to pay no attention at all to the Doctor until he says absently, "I made it myself. Quite a charming thing, if I do say so myself. Pity I couldn't use it in here, if I wanted to."
"It would be nice to have a change, but I can hardly believe that you have. You never seem quite too good at that, I'm afraid." Now there's another smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. It's almost mocking.
However, at absent comment left, it fades very quickly and he dares another few steps closer to the Master. "What have you done?" Though it's a rhetorical question, really. Five has a very good idea of the toy he's gone and sent off. "Are you quite mad?" This is spoken with a little more urgency, fear.
Because when he thought about it, the consequences of a child with something the Master made, in an unknown timezone, unknown place... it was nearly unstoppable.
The Master laughs shortly, soft and dangerous, much too pleased by the near-panic on the Doctor's face. He wonders how far he could push the Doctor, how much he can really upset him before he does something he'll regret. He wonders if he can send him off on a wild goose chase, hoping to save the day...
"I think you already know the answer to that, Doctor. Don't you?"
The laughter unsettles the Doctor farther, gives him a sense of uselessness that he cannot withstand for very long. He loathes how the Master can make him feel as though he has no power to change anything, no ability to even attempt to fix things.
"What will this prove, Master? That you are still very much a caged creature, making childish attemps to reach beyond that door when you can't do so yourself?"
He's trying to take the focus off of himself, because with his mind spinning and emotions rushing, it was never a good thing to let the other Time Lord get to him.
The Doctor snarls and lunges forward, gripping the Doctor by the lapels of his coat. He wants so badly to strangle him... or snap his neck... better yet, just hurt him, make him bleed, make him beg for it to stop. But this place... This place stops him from doing that, and oh, he loathes it.
The Doctor's hands move to lightly grip the wrists of the Master, only slightly surprised at the outburst.
"Surely not what you've done already." He murmurs quietly, "Is destruction all that you can still see? Is it pain alone that this place is feeding you?"
Because Five is still hopeful, that maybe somewhere there is a hint of sanity somewhere in the man, that he isn't completely, utterly lost.
The Master lets out a soft, shuddering breath at the Doctor's hands on his wrists, and his grip on the Doctor's coat loosens a little, though he doesn't let go altogether or pull away.
"What else is there? Tell me. You have no idea what I've seen. The Time War. The end of the universe. There is nothing but pain, and destruction, and darkness... and the drums." It's all spoken in a low, fierce whisper, breathing just a little too hard.
"There is so much more." Five has always been one version of himself to take in the beauty of obscure things, epsecially on Earth. He always thought it odd how so alluring one planet could be.
"Pain is always going to be present, but emotions run in a wide spectrum, Master. Happiness, determination, passion... you have only to open your eyes to them."
But deep within himself, he can feel the pain, the desperation that the Master speaks of in some small sense. And it makes hope even harder.
He snorts, meeting the Doctor's eyes levelly, searching for something that will make him understand, something that will explain the Doctor's unfailing, idiotic hope.
"I have. I was human, you know, for a human's entire lifetime. I was hidden as a child, and at the end of my life when you found me again. I saw things just the way a human does, I lived a human's life... and it all came to nothing.
"The universe, drifting apart, all the stars burned out and dead in the sky, dark and empty planets orbiting nothing. Do you know what it's like to watch your universe end, and know there's nothing you can do to save any of it? Not even yourself? Have you ever felt despair like that, Doctor?"
He meets the eyes of the other, as though trying to will everything he felt into one gaze alone, trying to convey the simple things he cherished despite pains he endured along the way.
The Doctor finds silence to be his best companion and listens to the Master, really listens as he speaks. And perhaps, somwhere, he feels a string of pity, sorrow for the other Time Lord. Because Five has never felt the things the other has.
"I haven't," the words are quiet, soft. He's known the despair knowledge of such things has given him, but nothing quite so direct. "And I am sorry." Perhaps, in the end, it wouldn't be himself alone, but the Master with his thoughts, the despair he spoke of...
"You don't believe that," the Master growls softly. "That's all I am, Doctor. A warrior. A soldier. And there's no war to fight here, nothing. But the drums still call for it. The drums..."
He drums his fingers lightly against the Doctor's chest, fingers on his collarbone. "The drums call for blood."
Five slips out of his TARDIS, looking a slight tired but otherwise all right. Well, until he practically feels the near sinister satsifaction drifting in and about his mind. And, of course, when he looks about, his eyes find the Master.
"What have you gotten up to?" The amusement is gone from his voice, but there might be a rather small smile set to his lips.
This isn't the person he was exactly hoping to see. Especially considering some of the thoughts he's had as of late.
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The Master's face lights up when he sees the Doctor. It's not exactly a pleasant thing to look at, the Master's smile, all madness and menace and friendliness that somehow makes the rest of it that much worse.
"Mmm?" he asks innocently, as if he hadn't quite heard the question. "Oh, nothing much. Just talking to people. Giving toys to small children. Almost like Santa, in a way..."
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Oh no, the Master's smile is not pleasant at all. Five knows better than anything that a smile like that usually coincides with something of completely different emotion altogether -- something world threatening, more or less.
Or so that's how it worked with his Master, anyway. He takes a few steps closer.
"Toys?" Now the smile is gone, "How unlike you." Though Five has a decent idea...
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"Maybe I've changed, Doctor. Isn't that what you'd like of me? Someone else altogether, someone a little more like you?" He sighs, inspecting his fingernails silently for a moment and seeming to pay no attention at all to the Doctor until he says absently, "I made it myself. Quite a charming thing, if I do say so myself. Pity I couldn't use it in here, if I wanted to."
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However, at absent comment left, it fades very quickly and he dares another few steps closer to the Master. "What have you done?" Though it's a rhetorical question, really. Five has a very good idea of the toy he's gone and sent off. "Are you quite mad?" This is spoken with a little more urgency, fear.
Because when he thought about it, the consequences of a child with something the Master made, in an unknown timezone, unknown place... it was nearly unstoppable.
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"I think you already know the answer to that, Doctor. Don't you?"
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"What will this prove, Master? That you are still very much a caged creature, making childish attemps to reach beyond that door when you can't do so yourself?"
He's trying to take the focus off of himself, because with his mind spinning and emotions rushing, it was never a good thing to let the other Time Lord get to him.
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"What would you have me do, Doctor?"
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"Surely not what you've done already." He murmurs quietly, "Is destruction all that you can still see? Is it pain alone that this place is feeding you?"
Because Five is still hopeful, that maybe somewhere there is a hint of sanity somewhere in the man, that he isn't completely, utterly lost.
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"What else is there? Tell me. You have no idea what I've seen. The Time War. The end of the universe. There is nothing but pain, and destruction, and darkness... and the drums." It's all spoken in a low, fierce whisper, breathing just a little too hard.
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"Pain is always going to be present, but emotions run in a wide spectrum, Master. Happiness, determination, passion... you have only to open your eyes to them."
But deep within himself, he can feel the pain, the desperation that the Master speaks of in some small sense. And it makes hope even harder.
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"I have. I was human, you know, for a human's entire lifetime. I was hidden as a child, and at the end of my life when you found me again. I saw things just the way a human does, I lived a human's life... and it all came to nothing.
"The universe, drifting apart, all the stars burned out and dead in the sky, dark and empty planets orbiting nothing. Do you know what it's like to watch your universe end, and know there's nothing you can do to save any of it? Not even yourself? Have you ever felt despair like that, Doctor?"
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The Doctor finds silence to be his best companion and listens to the Master, really listens as he speaks. And perhaps, somwhere, he feels a string of pity, sorrow for the other Time Lord. Because Five has never felt the things the other has.
"I haven't," the words are quiet, soft. He's known the despair knowledge of such things has given him, but nothing quite so direct. "And I am sorry." Perhaps, in the end, it wouldn't be himself alone, but the Master with his thoughts, the despair he spoke of...
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"No. And you dare to judge me, still?"
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There is the flicker of conflicting emotions across the Doctor's face, evidence that he doesn't quite believe the words coming from his lips.
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He drums his fingers lightly against the Doctor's chest, fingers on his collarbone. "The drums call for blood."
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