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[The Master's standing on the deck, wearing his FABULOUS coat with the nice red lining. It billows roguishly in the wind IDEK shut up. And yes, he's propped the communicator somewhere to get this GLORIOUS SHOT TO YOU because his only friend is Iago and I doubt he'd play cameraman with him. Why so lonely, Master? He adjusts his gloves and coat. Gotta look great for the camera. When he speaks, he adopts Sam Tyler's accent and demeanour, but there's more of a sinister undertone to his voice, and from time to time, he slips into the Master's way of speaking.]
Hell of a first week back, yeah? All this... shit that keeps happening. Doesn't matter who we've got on board, how all-powerful the Admiral is. He doesn't stop it; doesn't lift a finger to help us while we're dying. He could stop it-- I mean... Those of you who've been here for as long as me know that. You've seen what he's capable of.
He could do something, but he doesn't. He never, ever stops it. He sits back in his seat at the wheel... [He gestures upwards.] from on high, and he watches. Probably prepares a snack while he's at it. [Putting a finger to his lips, he thinks.] Popcorn? Mmm, no... he strikes me as a bloke who likes his sweets.
[He cocks his head to the side a little, giving the camera a sly little smile.]
This is the part where I'm supposed to throw my fists up and start shouting, isn't it? Talk about how unfair it is, how many innocent people suffered. Oh... [SYMPATHETIC POUT. He puts a hand to... one of his hearts.] How it just breaks my heart.
I dunno... It's funny. These past few days. While the lot of you are weeping over your friends, your loved ones, picking up the pieces-- shaking in righteous fury!-- I just feel... [Shruuug.] Rejuvinated? I had a chance to see things from a different... perspective.
[He spreads his arms theatrically and looks up at the sky. There's no trace of Sam Tyler in his voice.]
Our Lord the Flayed One! Inventor of war. A symbol of rebirth... [He grins at the camera, smug as ever, and gives a wink.] Regeneration.
[He holds that look with the camera, then bursts out laughing. And he lauuughs and laughs. DID YOU MISS HIM, GUYS? DID YOU? He stops, then, and after a pause, picks up the communicator, getting real close to the camera, brow furrowing in OH SO GENUINE CONCERN AND INTEREST. He adopts the Sam Tyler voice again, JUST FOR ONE LAST DIG.]
Hey, so, ah... How's that petition coming along?
[Private to Iago]
Was that too much? A little overboard? [Eyebrows arched innocently.] A touch dramatic?
[He shrugs, this time in a more careless way than his exaggerrated theatrics of before.]
The Doctor was going to 'out' me, anyway. And one of the first things they teach you in politics: control the narrative.
[OOC: SO, I decided that the Master was retroactively possessed. He managed a few rounds of trolling in before Xipe Totec took him over. Xipe Totec was unable to work the communicator :c Feel free to have spotted the Master running around in very little clothing, skin painted a golden yellow, with vertical red stripes running down his face. ADORNED WITH VIBRANT GREEN FEATHERS AND OTHER ACCOUTREMANTS.
And he's actually pretty pissed about being possessed. Those who know him *coughDoctorcough* are free to call his bluff.]
Hell of a first week back, yeah? All this... shit that keeps happening. Doesn't matter who we've got on board, how all-powerful the Admiral is. He doesn't stop it; doesn't lift a finger to help us while we're dying. He could stop it-- I mean... Those of you who've been here for as long as me know that. You've seen what he's capable of.
He could do something, but he doesn't. He never, ever stops it. He sits back in his seat at the wheel... [He gestures upwards.] from on high, and he watches. Probably prepares a snack while he's at it. [Putting a finger to his lips, he thinks.] Popcorn? Mmm, no... he strikes me as a bloke who likes his sweets.
[He cocks his head to the side a little, giving the camera a sly little smile.]
This is the part where I'm supposed to throw my fists up and start shouting, isn't it? Talk about how unfair it is, how many innocent people suffered. Oh... [SYMPATHETIC POUT. He puts a hand to... one of his hearts.] How it just breaks my heart.
I dunno... It's funny. These past few days. While the lot of you are weeping over your friends, your loved ones, picking up the pieces-- shaking in righteous fury!-- I just feel... [Shruuug.] Rejuvinated? I had a chance to see things from a different... perspective.
[He spreads his arms theatrically and looks up at the sky. There's no trace of Sam Tyler in his voice.]
Our Lord the Flayed One! Inventor of war. A symbol of rebirth... [He grins at the camera, smug as ever, and gives a wink.] Regeneration.
[He holds that look with the camera, then bursts out laughing. And he lauuughs and laughs. DID YOU MISS HIM, GUYS? DID YOU? He stops, then, and after a pause, picks up the communicator, getting real close to the camera, brow furrowing in OH SO GENUINE CONCERN AND INTEREST. He adopts the Sam Tyler voice again, JUST FOR ONE LAST DIG.]
Hey, so, ah... How's that petition coming along?
[Private to Iago]
Was that too much? A little overboard? [Eyebrows arched innocently.] A touch dramatic?
[He shrugs, this time in a more careless way than his exaggerrated theatrics of before.]
The Doctor was going to 'out' me, anyway. And one of the first things they teach you in politics: control the narrative.
[OOC: SO, I decided that the Master was retroactively possessed. He managed a few rounds of trolling in before Xipe Totec took him over. Xipe Totec was unable to work the communicator :c Feel free to have spotted the Master running around in very little clothing, skin painted a golden yellow, with vertical red stripes running down his face. ADORNED WITH VIBRANT GREEN FEATHERS AND OTHER ACCOUTREMANTS.
And he's actually pretty pissed about being possessed. Those who know him *coughDoctorcough* are free to call his bluff.]