x11 [location: around streets of Central][open to Sol] but now she sleeps with one eye open

[beholdthedrums]

There’s a spring in the Master’s step as he finds his way back into Central Taxon. The wolves had sniffed out and sunk their teeth into the Doctor, heaving him off towards the Lady Petrana’s castle. A dungeon! Oh, as if that was anything new for the Doctor. Give it some time and the Master would kindly invite himself over, get a little ‘lost’ on

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[behindfirelight]

Before he left Wayne Manor, Sol had found a shirt and put his coat back on, hiding a thin knife in the right sleeve and looking about as close to presentable as anyone can reasonably get today. There's a point to this, as he has no intention of unnecessary fucking around and a serpentine temper like his can be very manipulative when he cares to be.

It's thus that he approaches the Master with his hands in his pockets, calm, surveying their surroundings with an expression of mild, bored interest.

[beholdthedrums]

The Master barely even pays Sol much notice. He catches his approach, but he doesn't give it much thought. He's never seen the man before, and there is zero evidence connecting the Master in any way to the Doctor's plan.

And so, he assumes that they are strangers, on even ground.

He doesn't know this man is close to River, or found out what the Master did.

[behindfirelight]

Helpfully, Sol is here to educate him. He stops his unhurried approach when they're side by side, shoulder to shoulder, just a foot or so apart. It suits him fine if the Master makes those assumptions to begin with; he styles his hunt this way to save time chasing him down. Another day, maybe, that would suit him - today he doesn't have the time to spare and all the better he doesn't try running.

(Yes, Solomon is one of the good guys. Savor that thought.)

He slips the knife down into his hand and clenches his fist around it, closing his eyes very briefly at the sharp, familiar pain. His focus burns clear and the Master should begin to feel a distinct kind of ... let's call it discomfort. Right about...

...now.

[beholdthedrums]

Another day and perhaps the Master and Sol could have gotten along; traded hunting stories and methods all down to the gritty details. He passes by Sol now, but as soon as he gets half a step away, he feels the change in one of his hearts.

The drumming and the heart beats fall out of sync and that causes the flicker of turmoil on the Master's face more than anything. He draws up a facial mask when he pivots on a heel to stare towards Sol, not saying anything, just watching him.

He doesn't believe in coincidences. This close to Sol, followed by the 'discomfort'? No. That wasn't coincidence at all.