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[demnify]

[the Master paces, agitated, up and down the plane. for those wondering, why, yes, he's been on it for the past week or so, and has yet to return to his reality]

Well, at least I have an answer to that...

[it is worth noting that the above dialogue is half-muttered. perhaps he is taking up a habit of speaking to himself]

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[got_the_stones]

[The Master needs more little girls in his life.]

Answer to what?

[demnify]

[he stops and looks over] Just a very annoying question, one that has been plaguing me for a few months.

[got_the_stones]

[Folds her arms.] Those are the worst, though I usually don't let them get to me.

Don't think I've seen you before. You're like the Doctors, huh? With the weird heartbeat.

[demnify]

...You can pick up on my hearts?

[got_the_stones]

Yeah. It's sort of this thing I do. I "see" vibrations with my feet.

[demnify]

Interesting. Though you are correct, I'm of the same race.

[got_the_stones]

Figured as much. What do you call yourselves?

[demnify]

Our race? Gallifreyan. Though the two of us are Time Lords, specifically.

[got_the_stones]

Time Lords? ...Yeah, that's not arrogant or anything.

[demnify]

Our race is fond of rather haughty titles.

[got_the_stones]

[Chuckles.] Obviously.

[demnify]

[he chuckles as well] Though it is a fitting title. We do, generally, have command over Time.

[got_the_stones]

So what does that mean, then? You can like travel through time or something?

[demnify]

Correct!

[got_the_stones]

[Laughs.] Well, that must come in handy! You could go back and keep yourself from making mistakes and such.

[demnify]

Ah - no. The Blinovitch Limitation Effect keeps that from happening. Even then, it would take a Time Lord of considerable power to resist the potential ill effects of the following temporal paradox.