First Trip [Video]

[molto_ten_e]

[Here's someone new to the city. He's skinny, fairly handsome, not ginger... and wearing 3-D glasses for god knows what reason. And the look of confusion on his face isn't making him look any less goofy right now. But then everyone knows that Adstring is a veritable symphony of time-space shenanigans... and they've got The Doctor completely

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[molto_ten_e]

[He nods, almost- ALMOST, mind you, smiling.]

Yes, and I'm sorry about all that. Particularly since I owe you my life.

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And just how, per se, do you owe me your life?

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[molto_ten_e]

Rassilon tried to kill me before the Time Lock closed back around him- but you stepped right up and showed him exactly what you thought about using you, then refusing to give you a place among the rest of the Time Lords in his "Final Plan" to win the war.

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[Silence again as he takes that all in.]

Keep your thanks to yourself, then, because it sounds like you were only in the way of revenge. It wasn't to save your pitiful life.

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[molto_ten_e]

Oh I don't know about that- but even if you were just after revenge- Well, not even revenge really. I'd go so far as to call that justice, of an admittedly vigilante sort, of course.

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Don't think too highly of yourself. [Pause, and he lowers the screwdriver, but doesn't put it away.] Now, why don't we continue this lovely conversation out of the rain? Follow me.

[He starts walking back towards the house he's staying at, making sure that the Doctor is following him. It's not a request.]

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[molto_ten_e]

[Hope you didn't want him to be against the suggestion or anything- because right now, at least with the weather, that sounds like]

An absolutely smashing idea. Allons-y!

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[He resists the urge to cringe. Catchphrases does not a cool man make, Doctor.

It takes them several minutes, but eventually, they come across a seemingly abandoned house. The Master shoves the door open, tossing his soaked suit jacket off onto a chair.]

Oh, wonderful! Flooding! Just what we all needed. Try not to trip over yourself and drown on the floor.

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[molto_ten_e]

[It's better than bow-ties or huge gaudy scarves!

He'll almost follow suit, then think better of it and simply drape his big brown coat over one arm. Janis Joplin gave him that, after all, and he doesn't trust it to some chair with the floor covered in a couple inches of water.]

Oh, no worries about that. Graceful as a cat, I'll be.

[He looks around]

Nice place you've got here- Not quite on par with the Valiant, but nice all the same.

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I'm sure you miss your time on the Valiant with me as much as I did. [He gives a little grin before bounding up the stairs to the second floor. He doesn't really want to stand around in a few inches of water.]

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[molto_ten_e]

[He'll follow along at his own pace, taking in the details of the place]

So how long have you been here, anyway?

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Let's see. A month and a half, perhaps? There's something at work here, and I'm working on finding out what it is. After all, I'm supposed to be dead.

[Grin.]

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[molto_ten_e]

Very much so- though considering the state your body was in last I saw you, it may be for the best that you haven't been brought back yet.

[He begins to stroke his chin.]

What have you learned so far?

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[He'll ask about that soon.]

Little, aside from that this place is ruled by beings known as the Animus who like to use us for their playtoys.

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[molto_ten_e]

Then information must be hard to come by, because that much I've already found out just talking to others on my way here.