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[themistermaster]

The drumming. The endless, ear-splitting, brain-numbing drumming, which was currently doing a wonderful job of giving the Master a rather agonising headache. In search of a little peace, he’d found a quiet spot a short way in to the newly-appeared jungle - more tiresome little games by the Island - and was sitting with his back against a tree,

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[historyisme]

He decided after his midnight run-in with Glitch to finally explore the entirety of the damn island. It took away from research time, but he was hardly making any progress with that, so it made little matter in the end. The simple fact was, however, he did need to know how to get around if he ever did wake up in a portion of the island that was not his own.

Of course, this inevitably meant meeting up with more of the island's menagerie of inhabitants. It was not the most pleasant prospect. But at least he hoped wandering definitely away from paths would allow him to avoid most of them--or at least be provided forewarning by way of approaching huts--or whatever they decided to be since the island had gotten bored.

He'd managed a fair job of it so far.

The sudden assault on the snake not far ahead of him snapped him out of the reverie he had fallen into. Adam watched the dying serpent with a detached sort of interest a moment, before looking toward the man who seemed to be sulking against a tree. Given that he was clearly the only one around, and seemed to be holding an unrecognizable tool, Adam assumed he was the one responsible.

"Quite the useful trinket you have."

[themistermaster]

He'd managed to catch the words "useful" and "trinket" over his music, and could guess the gist of the rest of the sentence. He pulled out one of the earbuds. 'Oh, yes,' he said, giving the screwdriver a twirl with a lazy smile. 'Happy to demonstrate it on you any time.'

[historyisme]

Oh, now that drew an amused smirk. At least he wasn't pouty like Peter. "I'll be certain to keep that in mind."

[themistermaster]

'Do,' he said, with a cold smile, and changed the song on his iPod, pausing for a moment at a particularly vicious stab of pain. 'Should you ever feel like a slow and painful death, I'm your Time Lord. Full range of options, no torture too grisly. Is it dead already?' he added, frowning at the snake, which lay twitching faintly on the ground. 'Should have used a lower setting.'

[historyisme]

Adam had no idea what the title Time Lord meant, but it made little matter now. Royalty on the island was as useful as the credit cards in his wallet. Of course, if it were an honorary title for some sort of scientific position, perhaps that would be a different tale.

"Oh, you'll be top of the list the day I tire of the notion of leaving." He eyed the dead reptile with disinterest. "A gentler hand no doubt would have yielded more satisfying results."

[themistermaster]

'It's irritating, the number of people who give up on getting out of here,' he said. 'All I ever hear is there's no way to get off the Island and you can't escape. Quite depressing, really. Although don't let me dissuade you from giving up,' he added.

[historyisme]

"A waste of life not unlike humanity itself." He rolled his eyes at the comment. Any fool knew better than to think something was inescapable. He gave the man another amused smirk, though. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it."

[themistermaster]

'Oh, don't get me started on humanity,' he muttered, leaning his head back against the tree and closing his eyes for a second. 'I'd quite happily massacre the lot of them at the moment. Course, I'd do that most of the time anyway.'

[historyisme]

Adam snorted. The man's general attitude made him doubt that he was the type to say the comment in jest. He was not entirely certain the man did make humor. Of course, being willing to, and being able to, were two very different things.

"I'd settle for the endlessly inane denizens that are so happy to live the rest of their lives here." It was still a disgusting thought to think that there were those not simply so pathetic as to give up, but to willingly stay. Perhaps their lives were simply that pathetic.

[themistermaster]

'I have first choice. You can massacre the boring ones,' he said, mildly amused and also vaguely interested. At the very least, it was a distraction from the vicious pounding in his head. 'I take it you're as ecstatic as I am to be here. And how exactly are you planning to escape?' He asked in a fairly bored way, not particularly expecting him to come out with any brilliant ideas - but then, you never knew. Stranger things had happened.

[historyisme]

Oh, wasn't he the amusing one? He might have been useful. Or quite irritating and possibly dangerous. At this point it could be either, really. It depended on how psychotic the man was.

"Oh yes. Thrilled." He gave the man an amused smile. "If I had a plan, I suppose we would not be having this discussion, and you would be quite entitled to the entire pathetic populace. Though I'm quite sure they'll kill themselves soon enough, if left on their own."

Of course he had a plan. But he was not about to go sharing it with the world. His puppets were his own to play.

[themistermaster]

'Ah, but good plans take time,' the Master said cheerfully, not particularly believing him - although he didn't much care either way. He had his own plan, after all. And it would work. 'They might kill themselves, I suppose, but that's hardly as much fun.'

[historyisme]

"Good plans do not need discussion." The best plans needed the consent of no one else. It was the ones that relied on cooperation that tended to fail. "And that depends entirely on how well you set up the situation for them. They're quite unimaginative on their own."

[themistermaster]

'I prefer the hands-on approach, myself,' the Master said. 'I like a bit of mess. Or a lot of mess. Though letting them fall of their own accord is so very satisfying... how to choose?' he asked, tapping on the ground beside him.

[historyisme]

"Why choose? Kill the most irritating, and let the rest deal with themselves." He gave the man a thin smirk. It was a bit like stretching one's legs after a long trip, not bothering with the jovial attitude. "Morning exercise and evening entertainment."

[themistermaster]

'They're all incredibly irritating,' he said, folding his arms. 'Well, except for one or two. No,' he added, 'I think I'll keep the few who amuse me, put the really irritating ones on one side to torture later, and just massacre the rest.' And then, he thought at a particularly sharp stab of pain, the drums might finally be quiet for a while. 'I'm the Master, by the way,' he added.