011 [action, private to Jack]

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[It had been a fairly normal day, at least for time spent in Adstringendum. As normal as things could get with everyone being human. The Master was still terribly unamused by this event, still badly stressed and twitchy at his own humanity as well as the lack of drums. It felt wrong, it was against everything he had ever been. Even knowing that the

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[jackedthename]

[It is difficult for Jack to deal with, too, though he doesn't exactly want anyone to know about his immortality. He'd grown too used to it over the years, couldn't imagine himself without it at this point, really.

So he, too, is out walking, trying to get used to this weird nexus place so he can actually find things.]

[soundsofdrums]

[It's a good ten minute into his walk when he spots a familiar figure in the distance. He hasn't seen him face to face since the Valiant, and while he can't say that he misses him, it's nothing short of amusing to see him again.

The temptation becomes too strong, and he begins to make his way over.]

Well, well, what have we here?

[jackedthename]

[When he sees who exactly is walking towards him, Jack draws his gun. It's force of habit, you would do it, too, if you had been tortured for a year by this guy.

The sarcasm should be evident, here.]

I was pining, can't you guess?

[soundsofdrums]

[The moment Jack pulled out his gun, his sonic screwdriver was out and pointed at him.]

For who? The Doctor or me?

[jackedthename]

[He won't actually shoot it. Probably.]

I don't think I'm going to tell you. More fun that way.

[soundsofdrums]

It's okay. I know that you miss your time with me. I almost miss it, too.

[jackedthename]

This may shock you, but I really don't.

[soundsofdrums]

Keep telling yourself that.

[He lowers his laser screwdriver ever so slightly.]

Shoot me, and the Doctor will not be pleased with you.

[jackedthename]

[A little frown.]

Laser me, and he'll be just as displeased with you.

[soundsofdrums]

Which is the only reason I haven't done it yet.

[jackedthename]

Same here. [But he still hasn't lowered the gun.]

[soundsofdrums]

And where woud you like to go from here, my dearest Captain?

[jackedthename]

Preferably not in the direction of death. That wouldn't be pleasant for either of us.

[soundsofdrums]

I'm sure there are other things we can do.

[jackedthename]

Oh, quite probably. I can think of a few off-hand, but I'm pretty sure neither of us would enjoy it.

[soundsofdrums]

Jack, Jack. Come now.

[He held he sonic screwdriver at his side, but wasn't pointing it at him anymore. Now, he began to approach him.]