01; It seems it's written [But we can't read between the lines.]
[The Master appears on the Plane, looking disheveled wearing a black hoodie, red shirt peeking out from beneath it, his black trousers covered in places with slate-grey dirt and his black boots dirty; tracking in dirt. He's filthy, not that he seems to mind this as he tracks dirt in behind him, somewhat perturbed by the sudden change from the shop he'd been in moments earlier.]
Ohh, what a nifty little trick that was. [He looks around, tongue flicking out to wet his dry lips.] Come on then, who's playing the tricks and pulling the strings?
[He stops to turn a half circle before running a hand through hastily done and now blonde hair, making it stand up in small tufts.] I only want to say hello.
[He looks at the star formations and patterns, giving a half smile.] Eye-catching and completely wrong but I like it. Bit of chaos is fun.
[Looking down at one hand, he felt the pain linger and the telltale almost numb sensation before it phased out, showing blue like an x-ray then nothing and then it was his hand again. He scowls.] Who is doing this? I don't exactly care to be kept waiting. Is it those twins? Is this you? I wasn't really going to try and eat you.
[The Master is such a liar and really, very hungry at the moment. He takes a breath in deep through his nose, trying to find something or someone nearby that could make a lovely little snack.]
I can still smell that human Christmas. All that food and I want it. [He stalks around the plane, ignoring the would be wondrous sights and toppling a nearby table and chair. His hands go to his head, clutching briefly.] It's mine. I am so hungry.
[Approach at your own risk. And please, for the love of all that is holy, feed the Time Lord unless you'd rather be his stand in snack replacement.]
Ohh, what a nifty little trick that was. [He looks around, tongue flicking out to wet his dry lips.] Come on then, who's playing the tricks and pulling the strings?
[He stops to turn a half circle before running a hand through hastily done and now blonde hair, making it stand up in small tufts.] I only want to say hello.
[He looks at the star formations and patterns, giving a half smile.] Eye-catching and completely wrong but I like it. Bit of chaos is fun.
[Looking down at one hand, he felt the pain linger and the telltale almost numb sensation before it phased out, showing blue like an x-ray then nothing and then it was his hand again. He scowls.] Who is doing this? I don't exactly care to be kept waiting. Is it those twins? Is this you? I wasn't really going to try and eat you.
[The Master is such a liar and really, very hungry at the moment. He takes a breath in deep through his nose, trying to find something or someone nearby that could make a lovely little snack.]
I can still smell that human Christmas. All that food and I want it. [He stalks around the plane, ignoring the would be wondrous sights and toppling a nearby table and chair. His hands go to his head, clutching briefly.] It's mine. I am so hungry.
[Approach at your own risk. And please, for the love of all that is holy, feed the Time Lord unless you'd rather be his stand in snack replacement.]