Svetlana is happier than she has been in a long time - unexpected trips in the TARDIS and tea will do that to a person, it seems.
Naturally, this is when she spies who she thinks must be Molokov (Sam's never dressed that way in the times she's seen him0. She offers him a very faint smile and a murmured greeting in Russian.
He can't help but laugh, seeing Molokov just sitting there, waiting for him. It's really fascinating how easy it's been, without too much violence, just words... and a little pressure on his mind...
He will have to take him with him when he leaves, he decides. If he ever does manage to leave. He's too entertaining to leave behind.
"Sascha," he purrs softly as he walks over to him, circling around the back of the chair, fingers brushing over the man's cheek and neck. He's restless, and the drums are too. To come this close to violence, hurt, pain, and to have to pass it off to the hands of a child, where he wouldn't even be able to see the destruction... He needs an outlet.
There was no point in running or trying to hide, as far as Molokov is concerned. The Master finds him anyway, and this way - this way he can at least keep a little dignity about the whole proceedings.
He shudders at the touch, as he always does. He can't control that reaction, no matter how hard he tries.
"I was just saying hello," he says, curling his fingers lightly in Molokov's hair. It's a gentle gesture, almost affectionate, though there's an implicit threat there.
"Though I believe the appropriate response may be 'Master'..."
She notices the alarmed look, and the growl cuts off rather abruptly.
"Sorry," she says softly, and a little sheepishly, though her eyes don't waver from the Master, currently tormenting someone who looks like his identical twin.
(OOC: I blame you for this, cause we were talking about them earlier and yes, your fault entirely.)
The Doctor had been watching him for a while now, positioned a safe distance away but not far enough that his view could be obscured by anything other than the occasional passerby.
He's on his feet when he sees the man begin to speak the child, having absolutely no faith in that smile or that explosive. Well okay, it's more the explosive that concerns him at the moment but the smile? Oh that was something to worry about in and of itself.
"You're just going to let him walk off then," he asks. "I don't understand, you can't even enjoy it form where you are! Why send out an innocent boy like that?"
The Master sighs and leans back against a table, arms folded over his chest. "Oh, come now. You're being overdramatic. It won't hurt... well..." He tilts his head to one side, considering. "It won't hurt him. Unless he misses..."
His eyes are on the Doctor's face, with a cool, absolutely unconcerned smile. It occupied him for a while, at least, and now the sheer fact of the Doctor's anger ought to be enough to keep him entertained for at least a short time.
"Overdramatic," he questions. "Frankly, I think that's a perfectly reasonable response to seeing you give a small child anything, especially something like that."
The Doctor sighs and shakes his head. What is he thinking? This is the Master he's talking to, not anyone even remotely sane.
"You never did answer my question though. What's the point in sending him out there if you can't watch the chaos he'll create? You won't even know if he gets a chance to use it or not."
The Master snorts derisively. "Children have to learn some time..." Never mind that the thing he made wouldn't even be safe in the hands of an adult, of any human at all before a certain time period...
[ooc: I feel sort of silly doing this, 'cause he was tagged by Eight and all, but, y'know. With Fivey in the mindset that he is, I can't resist.]
Five slips out of his TARDIS, looking a slight tired but otherwise all right. Well, until he practically feels the near sinister satsifaction drifting in and about his mind. And, of course, when he looks about, his eyes find the Master.
"What have you gotten up to?" The amusement is gone from his voice, but there might be a rather small smile set to his lips.
This isn't the person he was exactly hoping to see. Especially considering some of the thoughts he's had as of late.
[ooc: *Snicker* Don't worry, I don't mind at all. More Doctors makes the Master happy. In a weird, twisted way.]
The Master's face lights up when he sees the Doctor. It's not exactly a pleasant thing to look at, the Master's smile, all madness and menace and friendliness that somehow makes the rest of it that much worse.
"Mmm?" he asks innocently, as if he hadn't quite heard the question. "Oh, nothing much. Just talking to people. Giving toys to small children. Almost like Santa, in a way..."
[ooc: Yaay. And the Master surely makes the Doctors happy in a weird, twisted way, too. xD]
Oh no, the Master's smile is not pleasant at all. Five knows better than anything that a smile like that usually coincides with something of completely different emotion altogether -- something world threatening, more or less.
Or so that's how it worked with his Master, anyway. He takes a few steps closer.
"Toys?" Now the smile is gone, "How unlike you." Though Five has a decent idea...
He thinks it's cute, that look of concern on the Doctor's face. Like he's not quite sure what to think of him... He's always liked it best that way.
"Maybe I've changed, Doctor. Isn't that what you'd like of me? Someone else altogether, someone a little more like you?" He sighs, inspecting his fingernails silently for a moment and seeming to pay no attention at all to the Doctor until he says absently, "I made it myself. Quite a charming thing, if I do say so myself. Pity I couldn't use it in here, if I wanted to."
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Naturally, this is when she spies who she thinks must be Molokov (Sam's never dressed that way in the times she's seen him0. She offers him a very faint smile and a murmured greeting in Russian.
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Resignedly, he sits in the closest chair next to him and waits. Perhaps if he's lucky, it'll only be a quick session.
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He will have to take him with him when he leaves, he decides. If he ever does manage to leave. He's too entertaining to leave behind.
"Sascha," he purrs softly as he walks over to him, circling around the back of the chair, fingers brushing over the man's cheek and neck. He's restless, and the drums are too. To come this close to violence, hurt, pain, and to have to pass it off to the hands of a child, where he wouldn't even be able to see the destruction... He needs an outlet.
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He shudders at the touch, as he always does. He can't control that reaction, no matter how hard he tries.
"What?"
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"Though I believe the appropriate response may be 'Master'..."
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He jumps and looks around for potential Dog Threats.
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"Sorry," she says softly, and a little sheepishly, though her eyes don't waver from the Master, currently tormenting someone who looks like his identical twin.
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"Oh, sorry. I have... dog fear." Embarrassed smile.
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The Doctor had been watching him for a while now, positioned a safe distance away but not far enough that his view could be obscured by anything other than the occasional passerby.
He's on his feet when he sees the man begin to speak the child, having absolutely no faith in that smile or that explosive. Well okay, it's more the explosive that concerns him at the moment but the smile? Oh that was something to worry about in and of itself.
"You're just going to let him walk off then," he asks. "I don't understand, you can't even enjoy it form where you are! Why send out an innocent boy like that?"
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His eyes are on the Doctor's face, with a cool, absolutely unconcerned smile. It occupied him for a while, at least, and now the sheer fact of the Doctor's anger ought to be enough to keep him entertained for at least a short time.
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The Doctor sighs and shakes his head. What is he thinking? This is the Master he's talking to, not anyone even remotely sane.
"You never did answer my question though. What's the point in sending him out there if you can't watch the chaos he'll create? You won't even know if he gets a chance to use it or not."
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"To tell the truth, mostly I was just bored."
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Five slips out of his TARDIS, looking a slight tired but otherwise all right. Well, until he practically feels the near sinister satsifaction drifting in and about his mind. And, of course, when he looks about, his eyes find the Master.
"What have you gotten up to?" The amusement is gone from his voice, but there might be a rather small smile set to his lips.
This isn't the person he was exactly hoping to see. Especially considering some of the thoughts he's had as of late.
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The Master's face lights up when he sees the Doctor. It's not exactly a pleasant thing to look at, the Master's smile, all madness and menace and friendliness that somehow makes the rest of it that much worse.
"Mmm?" he asks innocently, as if he hadn't quite heard the question. "Oh, nothing much. Just talking to people. Giving toys to small children. Almost like Santa, in a way..."
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Oh no, the Master's smile is not pleasant at all. Five knows better than anything that a smile like that usually coincides with something of completely different emotion altogether -- something world threatening, more or less.
Or so that's how it worked with his Master, anyway. He takes a few steps closer.
"Toys?" Now the smile is gone, "How unlike you." Though Five has a decent idea...
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"Maybe I've changed, Doctor. Isn't that what you'd like of me? Someone else altogether, someone a little more like you?" He sighs, inspecting his fingernails silently for a moment and seeming to pay no attention at all to the Doctor until he says absently, "I made it myself. Quite a charming thing, if I do say so myself. Pity I couldn't use it in here, if I wanted to."
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