There was a bounce in his step as the Master approached the deck. Ah, it wasn't often that he had a chance to destroy both his greatest enemy and his greatest enemy's long-lost "looove" at the same time. In the same body, no less. Oh, the potentials were simply endless. In fact, while he'd been planning to toy with the lady loves of some of the other Wardens (Jackman and Angel, for starters), the emergence of the Doctor as Rose was enough to thoroughly distract him from his originally intended conquests.
But that was always how it went with the Master. He had a one-track mind when it came to a certain old friend of his.
He arrived on the deck looking as polished as ever, every bit the picture of a Prime Minister.
"Rose Tyler," he said, a charming smile planted no his face. "How are you enjoying the Barge?"
"It's snowing..." she said to the person who spoke to her while looking to the night sky. That voice sounded familiar. As a matter of fact, the man on the screen looked just as familiar. With a curious expression, she turned around to face him. And smiled brightly.
"I know you!" Rose laughed, then smiled that tongue in teeth smile, "You're Harold Saxon! My mum voted for you! Never got the outcome though...kind of get sent to a parallel universe." Her eyes widened, "You're an alien! Ha!" She found it exceedingly amusing for some reason. Maybe because it was nice to know that her Doctor had someone like him...he wasn't really alone.
"It's quite festive, isn't it?" he asked, his voice friendly, lacking the usual undertone of malice. In fact, when "Rose" made the remark about knowing him, he even offered a playful little wave. Of course, the real Rose knew him quite a lot better than this one could ever realise. After all, he'd been sure to make her murder far more intimate than the usual "Zap! You're dead." He'd even taken his gloves off to do it.
"Oh, I really must thank your mum for the vote! Couldn't have done it without people like her," he said teasingly. "And that's right. Me and about, ohhh, a quarter of the planet's celebrities. We get around."
"Yeah, but you're not just ANY alien, you're like the Doctor," she laughed lightly, shaking her head, "If my mum only knew."
Rose found a rail to lean on, dusting a strand of hair with snowflakes on it away from her face, a bright smile to him, "So, Mr. Saxon! You were gonna tell me about 'im. How well did you know him? Did he look...REALLY different? When he was younger?" She always was one to fall to the flirtatious tone with a good looking man (or alien in this case), even if she did only care for one in that way. It made life more fun. Her cheeks were tinted pink from the cold, and with that flirtatious smile, came a trust...she was beginning to trust him. She always did have a problem with trusting the wrong type of man.
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But that was always how it went with the Master. He had a one-track mind when it came to a certain old friend of his.
He arrived on the deck looking as polished as ever, every bit the picture of a Prime Minister.
"Rose Tyler," he said, a charming smile planted no his face. "How are you enjoying the Barge?"
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"I know you!" Rose laughed, then smiled that tongue in teeth smile, "You're Harold Saxon! My mum voted for you! Never got the outcome though...kind of get sent to a parallel universe." Her eyes widened, "You're an alien! Ha!" She found it exceedingly amusing for some reason. Maybe because it was nice to know that her Doctor had someone like him...he wasn't really alone.
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"Oh, I really must thank your mum for the vote! Couldn't have done it without people like her," he said teasingly. "And that's right. Me and about, ohhh, a quarter of the planet's celebrities. We get around."
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Rose found a rail to lean on, dusting a strand of hair with snowflakes on it away from her face, a bright smile to him, "So, Mr. Saxon! You were gonna tell me about 'im. How well did you know him? Did he look...REALLY different? When he was younger?" She always was one to fall to the flirtatious tone with a good looking man (or alien in this case), even if she did only care for one in that way. It made life more fun. Her cheeks were tinted pink from the cold, and with that flirtatious smile, came a trust...she was beginning to trust him. She always did have a problem with trusting the wrong type of man.
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