x16 [Location: warehouse in southern Osten] the Master will want to catch you
((I finally stopped dying. Again, apologies to all, and thank you for your patience.
Note: THIS LOG WILL CONTAIN VIOLENCE OF THE TORTURE VARIETY. DO NOT READ IF THIS WILL BOTHER YOU.
On a second note, I think it’s best to have separate threads for each character. While everyone is contained in the same space, this should keep things at a relatively decent speed for players and me and allow us all to work at whatever pace we need XD; Everyone can, however, toss in comments of protest or... whatever. :D And Drusilla is welcomed to bother anyone, given the fact that her and the Extras are the only other ones free to move.
There's about 25 Extras dispersed amongst everyone. Their objective is to guard the Master.))
The warehouse is fairly open, with a second floor overlooking the first. There's a door in the front and back, stairs leading up against one side. The second floor is lined with windows, while the first has none. The only light source comes from a lone fixture hanging down from the ceiling and imbuing the room with a pale yellow glow.
The Master stands with his hands folded before him beneath the light, a single finger tapping his mental rhythm against the others. Amongst him are a force of Extras, carefully watching over the gathering of victims dispersed around the room. Each of the kidnapped are tied together with a multi-threaded wire in a position making it look as though they're trying to pray. There is wire tying their wrists together, the upper arms against the torso, and their ankles together.
Slowly, the Master grins. Behind him a table is situated with various utensils, and any of the tablets he managed to weasel away from the small gathering, the location emitters switched off.
"Welcome," he says coolly, eyes closed. "Do you know why I've brought you all here? For most of you... you have a certain relationship with the Doctor. And, well, the Doctor and I have issues, and it is simply more fun to hurt all you in order to hurt him." Isn't he nice? Look at what he's doing for you! He's actually telling you what you've done wrong! "The rest of you..." He opens his eyes to look at Cordelia and Godric and smiles darkly. "This lovely darling has a bone to pick with you." Meaning: Drusilla.
He chuckles slowly and steps out, however he pauses when he looks over the faces, then scowls at the Extras. He's missing someone. And then he remembers: Solomon disappeared from the tablets, and if the Extras hadn't found him, he must be gone from the city itself. Anger flashes across his face, and his hands drop to clench at his sides. He hates missed opportunities, but there's work to be done now...
Note: THIS LOG WILL CONTAIN VIOLENCE OF THE TORTURE VARIETY. DO NOT READ IF THIS WILL BOTHER YOU.
On a second note, I think it’s best to have separate threads for each character. While everyone is contained in the same space, this should keep things at a relatively decent speed for players and me and allow us all to work at whatever pace we need XD; Everyone can, however, toss in comments of protest or... whatever. :D And Drusilla is welcomed to bother anyone, given the fact that her and the Extras are the only other ones free to move.
There's about 25 Extras dispersed amongst everyone. Their objective is to guard the Master.))
The warehouse is fairly open, with a second floor overlooking the first. There's a door in the front and back, stairs leading up against one side. The second floor is lined with windows, while the first has none. The only light source comes from a lone fixture hanging down from the ceiling and imbuing the room with a pale yellow glow.
The Master stands with his hands folded before him beneath the light, a single finger tapping his mental rhythm against the others. Amongst him are a force of Extras, carefully watching over the gathering of victims dispersed around the room. Each of the kidnapped are tied together with a multi-threaded wire in a position making it look as though they're trying to pray. There is wire tying their wrists together, the upper arms against the torso, and their ankles together.
Slowly, the Master grins. Behind him a table is situated with various utensils, and any of the tablets he managed to weasel away from the small gathering, the location emitters switched off.
"Welcome," he says coolly, eyes closed. "Do you know why I've brought you all here? For most of you... you have a certain relationship with the Doctor. And, well, the Doctor and I have issues, and it is simply more fun to hurt all you in order to hurt him." Isn't he nice? Look at what he's doing for you! He's actually telling you what you've done wrong! "The rest of you..." He opens his eyes to look at Cordelia and Godric and smiles darkly. "This lovely darling has a bone to pick with you." Meaning: Drusilla.
He chuckles slowly and steps out, however he pauses when he looks over the faces, then scowls at the Extras. He's missing someone. And then he remembers: Solomon disappeared from the tablets, and if the Extras hadn't found him, he must be gone from the city itself. Anger flashes across his face, and his hands drop to clench at his sides. He hates missed opportunities, but there's work to be done now...