025 [semi-accidental video]
[It's difficult to tell the exact number due to the fog, but the Master is currently standing by a group of numorous graves. The most prominent has a Gallifreyan name inscribed into it as well as a date in the same language, unreadable by anyone but himself and perhaps two or three others in Adstringendum as of current. Surrounded by this large grave are almost a dozen others, the first of which says "ΘΣ" and as well has a date in Gallifreyan writing. The other graves, for the most part, simply say "The Doctor". Their "birth" and death dates are largely in the Earth dating system, though not all of them make sense continuity-wise. Underneath every name, however, there's a number in Gallifreyan. The Master crouches down next to the grave with the number ten on it, tracing his finger over the name and date, of which isn't visible on the camera.]
You really are an idiot, aren't you? I don't think that I even want to know--though I do hope it had something to do with me, even so.
[He gets up and turns around, about to leave when he notices another patch of graves nearby. This one is larger, but with a similar layout: in the center is the largest of the graves, one with a name also in full Gallifreyan. The Master freezes up completely at seeing this. Another says "Коще́й" with another Gallifreyan date. The others, of which there are at least a dozen and a half, mostly say "The Master" with a few smatterings of other names and aliases. There's even one for "Harold Saxon", with a death date of 30 June, 2007.
He sneers, about to walk away from his own personal graveyard, but pauses at one of the stones. It says "The Master" on it, but a smaller one lays beside it reading "Tremas, Keeper of Traken". Something shimmers in the fog, and if one looks very carefully, there suddenly seems to be a ghost standing in front of the larger stone. He's dressed in all black, with a neat, short dark beard. The ghost reaches his hand out towards the Master--the current one--but before he can fully react, there's a burst of what almost seems like flames, a cry of agony, and then just like that, the ghost is gone.
By this point, the Master is looking incredibly pale and sick, and decides that maybe it's best to just leave the place.]
You really are an idiot, aren't you? I don't think that I even want to know--though I do hope it had something to do with me, even so.
[He gets up and turns around, about to leave when he notices another patch of graves nearby. This one is larger, but with a similar layout: in the center is the largest of the graves, one with a name also in full Gallifreyan. The Master freezes up completely at seeing this. Another says "Коще́й" with another Gallifreyan date. The others, of which there are at least a dozen and a half, mostly say "The Master" with a few smatterings of other names and aliases. There's even one for "Harold Saxon", with a death date of 30 June, 2007.
He sneers, about to walk away from his own personal graveyard, but pauses at one of the stones. It says "The Master" on it, but a smaller one lays beside it reading "Tremas, Keeper of Traken". Something shimmers in the fog, and if one looks very carefully, there suddenly seems to be a ghost standing in front of the larger stone. He's dressed in all black, with a neat, short dark beard. The ghost reaches his hand out towards the Master--the current one--but before he can fully react, there's a burst of what almost seems like flames, a cry of agony, and then just like that, the ghost is gone.
By this point, the Master is looking incredibly pale and sick, and decides that maybe it's best to just leave the place.]