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[the soft sounds of pages being turned] I do hope we didn't miss anything significant. [quick flipping] I'd hate to think - [a sudden pause, and the journal drops]
[a tad distractedly] What?
[the floor creaks slightly as he kneels down, staring at the page; when he speaks his voice is low, fraught with worry] Lucy. He attacked her. [he flips the pages frantically now]
[a snort] Do pardon me if I can't bring myself to be concerned...
[silence, as though he didn't hear him; then a faint sigh of relief] Be apathetic if you like. [the journal snaps shut as he stands; worry has been replaced with rage] I won't sit idly by as my companion is harmed.
[page flipping, voice as evenly tempered as he can manage at the moment] ...Ruby also.
[a slight, sharp gasp, a sudden halt, and then hurried footsteps; again, concern overcomes anger] How bad is it?
It was that bloody Superboy-Prime. Again. [his voice loses its even temper, annoyance/frustration is easily heard] I expect we can make an educated guess.
[it's reflected in his taut murmur] Both of them.
[more page flipping] And Nataku.
[stricken silence, before a slow, deep breath] Is he...
[seething] He's alive.
[clipped, contained] Good.
((Two dangerously angry Time Lords, continued in comments; Doctor, Master))
[a tad distractedly] What?
[the floor creaks slightly as he kneels down, staring at the page; when he speaks his voice is low, fraught with worry] Lucy. He attacked her. [he flips the pages frantically now]
[a snort] Do pardon me if I can't bring myself to be concerned...
[silence, as though he didn't hear him; then a faint sigh of relief] Be apathetic if you like. [the journal snaps shut as he stands; worry has been replaced with rage] I won't sit idly by as my companion is harmed.
[page flipping, voice as evenly tempered as he can manage at the moment] ...Ruby also.
[a slight, sharp gasp, a sudden halt, and then hurried footsteps; again, concern overcomes anger] How bad is it?
It was that bloody Superboy-Prime. Again. [his voice loses its even temper, annoyance/frustration is easily heard] I expect we can make an educated guess.
[it's reflected in his taut murmur] Both of them.
[more page flipping] And Nataku.
[stricken silence, before a slow, deep breath] Is he...
[seething] He's alive.
[clipped, contained] Good.
((Two dangerously angry Time Lords, continued in comments; Doctor, Master))