[RL con el Master - Time Vortex poisoning! :(]

[timey_wimey]

Well if this didn't beat just about every other situation he'd ever found himself in. Trapped, Vortex poisoned and stopping everyone from getting anywhere and not just him, and just to put the icing on the cake, the universe's biggest psychologist's field day out to get him.

Didn't look like he had much of a choice in the matter, really.

Comments

[doyouhearthem]

The Master's coordinates had been near exact, despite the hangover he was sporting at the time he calculated them. A stream of cloying black smoke erupted from midair not far from the TARDIS, and he was spit through it.

He crumpled in a heap on the ground before bounding up and dusting himself off. Not the most comfortable transport he'd ever had, but when he saw The Doctor's weathered blue police box peeking out from behind a bramble thicket, it all felt worth it.

He tiptoed through and placed a hand on the TARDIS. He laughed softly.

"Doctor..."

He walked around the box slowly, tapping a familiar rhythm along its side.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

He dragged his fingernails across the wood, leaving long scratches.

"...Come out and face me."

[timey_wimey]

The Doctor frowned irritably when he heard the tapping. Always the theatrics with this one. Always. The TARDIS was giving off a distinct air of irritation and unhappiness as well as the Master walked around the ship.

Sighing, he opened the doors, frowning and trying not to appear as uncomfortable as he felt.

"Alright, here I am. Mind the paintwork!" he added in defence of the TARDIS. As if turning her into a paradox machine wasn't enough.

[doyouhearthem]

The Master froze at the sound of The Doctor's voice, in mid-step. He let out a sigh - whether it was of relief or pleasure was anyone's guess - and slid to face him.

He was impeccably dressed and groomed as always, but there was something not quite right about him; not just the large blood clot in one eye, he looked leaner, hungry. He grinned.

"Are you inviting me in?"

[timey_wimey]

The Doctor hesitated warily. The Master was dangerous at the best of times, and considering that he considered being alive to mean he'd lost his little game - there went another psychologist's field day - he was going to be boiling over, no matter how well-dressed he looked. Not to mention that little blood clot there...

He folded his arms. "Don't tell me you used telekinesis to find me?" he said, avoiding the question for now. "You could have done yourself some real damage there. Well," he amended, "more than usual."