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[demnify]

[the Master appears on the plane with a set of chairs, a table, and various papers that have sketches of buildings and streets on them, along with jotted notes]

Mr. Tyler? I have something that would be in your interests to discuss.

[he doesn't bother looking up, as he is busy. though if anyone wishes to bother him, feel free. :|]

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[demnify]

[he growls]

Sit down.

[demnify]

[he looks up and crosses his arms]

Mr. Tyler. I am attempting to have a civilised conversation with you - one that will, if you set aside your current attitude, prove beneficial to the future safety of Manchester.

[cybercentric]

[have an annoying small boy, Master :|b]

What's all this stuff?

[demnify]

[:|!]

Paperwork.

[cybercentric]

[gives him an incredulous look with folded arms]

DUH~HHHH. What are you, stupid? What's ON the paper.

[demnify]

[he crosses his arms]

And what are you? Blind?

[realitymods]

[appears behind him and taps his shoulder lightly]

I believe you have a tape of mine.

[demnify]

[the Master stands, then nods politely to Miss Sault]

Ah, the one from after that little... fiasco? I do.

[realitymods]

[smiles]

I would like it if you would give it back to me.

[demnify]

If you'd give me a moment...? It's in my reality.

[fireintothesky]

[Have a small, inquisitive, winged child.] Are you doing office work?

[demnify]

[he shakes his head] No. Just a bit of reality mapping.

[fireintothesky]

Mapping? [Peering at the papers] Did it change?

[demnify]

In a few places.

[onedrous]

[In an attempt to become familiar with this new environment, One has separated from his twin and walks slowly, with supreme calm about the plane with all the air of knowing exactly where he is going. The Master's sudden appearance provokes no interest, but the objects that come with him are enough to make One pause and then meander over. He quietly observes for a moment before]

You brought items into the Plane.

[demnify]

[the Master peers up]

Astute observation. Would you like a prize?

[onedrous]

[he appears to ignore the Master, or at least his words, watching him blankly; clearly he is not human, but as he does not fit any Exiles One knows of...]

Do you control the Plane?

[demnify]

[he chuckles and sets his pencil down]

It depends on what you mean by 'control'.