The Master enjoyed how Gene showed up promptly and on time. It was a good show of character; one he considered to be of no nonsense and straight to the point. In that aspect, more people needed to be like him, in all others... mmm, no.
He strode confidently into the place they had long since decided to be their meeting point. They had done this before, always on time. He rather enjoyed it.
"Ah, Mr. Hunt. Good to see you've arrived," the Master said calmly. "Ever on time."
"Blow it out your arse," Gene retorted, almost by rote. They'd had this conversation a dozen times over if not a dozen times more, and yet neither of them seemed in any hurry to stop going through the same damn motions each time. Call it pride, call it stubbornness, call it idiocy, but Gene, at least, didn't intend on giving an inch to the bastard.
Crushing the cigarette beneath his loafers, the Guv pulled out a fresh one, bending his head into his hand to light this one, tossing the match to the ground behind him. "What do you want this time?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I don't have all day."
He couldn't help but enjoy it. It was almost like a hostile ritual between them, their own way of greeting each other. They weren't fond of one another, so insults and mockeries were the one way they really had of saying 'hello'... other than actually saying it.
The Master snorted a bit at the smoke, but otherwise let it pass. Gene hadn't ruined his new set of lungs entirely, not yet at least. "You really shouldn't be in a rush contantly, Mr. Hunt," he said idly. "I believe we won't have any more issues from our mystery assailant."
"I'll do what I like," Gene replied tersely, though he did cross his arms and stay where he was, watching the Master. He didn't trust the bloke, especially now he had nothing holding him back from hypnotising anyone he wanted to.
"And just why's that, Frenchie?" he asked. He knew, but still. Every answer gave him more clues as to how the Master thought, and if he could figure that out, he might be able to stop him.
"Of course- within reason, I'd hope." The Master smirked just a bit, purposely flashing his fangs. Though he remained generally relaxed and at ease.
"Well, for one, he's dead," he said calmly. "And I doubt he'll make a move against me in the future, unless he wishes to meet another agonising death." His voice had a sound as if he were almost bragging, proud of putting Hei to a painful death.
Gene, on the other hand, was anything but pleased with the idea of yet another bloke being offed by the Masters. Yeah, he was stupid enough to stand up to them, to put those ridiculous bracelets on the bastards, but a death's a death and the Guv would rather see people not kick the bucket, thank you very much.
"There wasn't a need for that," he snapped harshly, taking a step toward the Master, all puffed up and in Sherriff Mode. "You didn't have to off him."
The Master growled lowly as Gene stopped towards him; it was an issue of warning, that he didn't want to overstep his boundaries. "Of course I had to, Mr. Hunt. People respond well to death." The Master paused and chuckled darkly. "Then again, that usually only applied to those who knew the deceased."
His pupils widened until they were almost black, locked right on Gene. He didn't like when the man sought to apply his laws upon him. The Master idly waved his hand as if dismissing the subject. "I've been doing my 'job' longer than you've been doing yours. I'm not about to change my methods at your behest."
"There isn't. But lacking the sense of permanence, I can take solace in the fact that I greatly enjoy killing." The Master lightly shrugged his shoulders. He could hear the tone of challenge, read it in Gene's stature and stance, but he was ever confident and felt no immediate threat. He was, after all, completely convinced of his dominance over the other man- and even if he were somehow put in a situation, he had his hypnosis back.
"Chapter Two, Mr. Hunt, would most likely involve genocide, mass murder, and pointless destruction," the Master said coldly. "If you are attempting to offend me, you really ought to try harder."
Gene snorted, but didn't press the issue. This time. There was a time and place, after all. Which, coming from him, was rich. Ah well.
"What, jump to the good bits right off the bat?" he asked gruffly, pulling out a cigarette and lighting this new one, blowing the smoke deliberately in the Master's face. "Bit hard to offend a faerie by telling him he's a bum bandit, isn't it?"
"Well, I'd rather think the details of my life would be better suited to be their own complete anthology, wouldn't you agree?" The Master figured Gene would reply in the negative, but asked regardless. No point in altering his speech, there was, after all, a slight chance that the man would say something unexpected.
The Master waved away the smoke. "Quite. Though then again, people rarely react positively to truths. I'm certain you know that well enough."
"If your life's a book, it'd be a rubbish read," Gene said, stamping out his cigarette and lighting a fresh one. "Probably one of them medical texts quacks use to figure out if you're a nutter or not."
Gene Hunt rarely disappointed when it came to saying what was expected.
"And scum are the worst of 'em," he said gruffly, giving the Master a nasty look. "They always seem to go off when they're nicked for the shite they pull."
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He strode confidently into the place they had long since decided to be their meeting point. They had done this before, always on time. He rather enjoyed it.
"Ah, Mr. Hunt. Good to see you've arrived," the Master said calmly. "Ever on time."
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Crushing the cigarette beneath his loafers, the Guv pulled out a fresh one, bending his head into his hand to light this one, tossing the match to the ground behind him. "What do you want this time?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I don't have all day."
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The Master snorted a bit at the smoke, but otherwise let it pass. Gene hadn't ruined his new set of lungs entirely, not yet at least. "You really shouldn't be in a rush contantly, Mr. Hunt," he said idly. "I believe we won't have any more issues from our mystery assailant."
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"And just why's that, Frenchie?" he asked. He knew, but still. Every answer gave him more clues as to how the Master thought, and if he could figure that out, he might be able to stop him.
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"Well, for one, he's dead," he said calmly. "And I doubt he'll make a move against me in the future, unless he wishes to meet another agonising death." His voice had a sound as if he were almost bragging, proud of putting Hei to a painful death.
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"There wasn't a need for that," he snapped harshly, taking a step toward the Master, all puffed up and in Sherriff Mode. "You didn't have to off him."
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His pupils widened until they were almost black, locked right on Gene. He didn't like when the man sought to apply his laws upon him. The Master idly waved his hand as if dismissing the subject. "I've been doing my 'job' longer than you've been doing yours. I'm not about to change my methods at your behest."
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"Chapter Two, Mr. Hunt, would most likely involve genocide, mass murder, and pointless destruction," the Master said coldly. "If you are attempting to offend me, you really ought to try harder."
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"What, jump to the good bits right off the bat?" he asked gruffly, pulling out a cigarette and lighting this new one, blowing the smoke deliberately in the Master's face. "Bit hard to offend a faerie by telling him he's a bum bandit, isn't it?"
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The Master waved away the smoke. "Quite. Though then again, people rarely react positively to truths. I'm certain you know that well enough."
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Gene Hunt rarely disappointed when it came to saying what was expected.
"And scum are the worst of 'em," he said gruffly, giving the Master a nasty look. "They always seem to go off when they're nicked for the shite they pull."
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