The Master's Log

flirtatiouscaptainharkness: You talking about the Doctor? He’s busy saving other planets it seems....

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 17:58:18 -0700

You talking about the Doctor? He’s busy saving other planets it seems. Like you’re ever serious. You looked like a joke trying to take over the world..

Some of them are. I’ve heard that there are variations that have merged into the multiverse that are trapped on Earth. Even if it looked like a joke, certain goals were still completed. I never do anything for a single reason alone. That would be ridiculous!

flirtatiouscaptainharkness: Who says I wasn’t serious? Take it then.. I’m done saving it. You do...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:47:16 -0700

flirtatiouscaptainharkness:

Who says I wasn’t serious? Take it then.. I’m done saving it.

You do realise that you’re not the only one that’s interested in the bloody thing, don’t you? As for you being serious…. let’s just say I sincerely doubt that you are ever completely serious.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 03:32:34 -0700

-Mental Nudge- Where are you? What's going on? You've been gone for hours.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 10:22:17 -0700

-Mental Nudge- Busy.

-He doesn’t mention the fact that he’s currently trying to get his tongue back. It would take far too much explanation and he needed to concentrate on other things.-

Surprise, Surprise

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 04:06:43 -0700

notyouraveragedoctor:

His eyebrow raised as he was caught off-guard. “Ah, she’s a vampire of the greater variety then. I’ve seen a couple wannabes flapping about, causing drama among young teen girls– nothing a two inch stake can’t handle. Thought I’d seen the last of the big, nasty boys some regenerations ago. Blimey…” Multiverse certainly had its share of drawbacks. “No matter, between the two of you I’m sure you’ll manage her just fine.” It seemed only fair; he’d leave their vampire be and they’d do the same for his Dalek. “Well, what’s the name of this special vampire?”

Something inside him wanted to tempt fate and see how the Rani was faring in this place, but his mind screamed that it was a terrible idea. He shouldn’t do it. The less he knew of her the better. Yet, he still had his curiosity and it still demanded satisfaction. That would be for a different time.

“I initially kept trying to stake her, but my Doctor wouldn’t allow it. Not to mention, she was very fond of biting at the beginning. At least you seem to have some logic. Have you been staking a few of those other kind?” the Master asked, curious as to what the other kind causing drama were. He had yet to come across any of them.

Time is up

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 03:53:22 -0700

shadows-and-suffering:

Cadmus leaned an ear. “I’m sorry. What was that? Don’t mumble no one likes a mumbler.”

The Master rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. He thrust the hourglass into the man’s hands and crossed his arms, shifting his eight onto one leg. If this twat could just get on with things, then they’d both be a lot better off.

Time is up

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 23:14:24 -0700

shadows-and-suffering:

“You know you are doing an awful lot of talking for a person missing a tongue.” He said smiling. As The time-lords tongue disappeared.

The Time Lord started to ask ‘excuse me,’ but he didn’t have the chance to as his tongue simply disappeared. He glared at the man in front of him and made a guttural noise that could only be described as a sound that described his severe distaste for the current situation.

Time is up

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:38:47 -0700

shadows-and-suffering:

Cadmus appeared holding the hourglass and a dagger all sand has run out. “Hello my time does certainly fly doesn’t it.”

The Master had been watching the hourglass, and had stepped out of the TARDIS with it as the last grains were falling. He hadn’t slept that night because every time he’d nodded off he ended up in a nightmare. Instead he had gotten up early and made tea for his husband and himself as usual. There was a handwritten note under the saucer of the tea that had been placed on the Doctor’s side table explaining what had happened and where he’d gone.

So, one could say that he was slightly prepared for the bastard to show up. “It does if you’re flinging an hourglass across the room. Or if you’re travelling with it in your ship. Or if you’ve attached it to a helicopter and tried to hide it in the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel while your travelmates were exploring the city.” the Master commented. “If you’re referring to it going quickly, then I can’t say I agree with you. It took quite a bit longer than I would have preferred. So what do you want, mm? I have things to do, so I’d suggest you hurry up. I’d also suggest that you take your hourglass home with you.”

themasterinthetardis started following you

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:16:42 -0700

thelittleststar:

Oh, sorry. I’ve already found the Time Lord I was looking for. Thank you, though.

Good for you, I suppose. I’ve also found the Time Lord I was looking for, though I wasn’t actually looking for him and I found him quite a while ago. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to know why you were looking for a Time Lord in the first place.

the-doctor-infinitum: The second one. Not the thing with the mirror. [He cupped the Master’s face...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:12:40 -0700

the-doctor-infinitum:

The second one. Not the thing with the mirror. [He cupped the Master’s face in his hands and kissed him softly on the lips, then pulled back.] Oh, you did mean go upstairs, as in go upstairs, didn’t you? Not just going upstairs to, erm, be upstairs.

Yes, I did manage to pick up on that. -he replied after the Doctor had pulled away from him. He stood and took the other’s hand to lead him up the stairs.-

the-doctor-infinitum: [He notices the change in the Master’s demeanour and steps forwards to ruffle...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:06:33 -0700

the-doctor-infinitum:

[He notices the change in the Master’s demeanour and steps forwards to ruffle up his hair, smiling kindly.] Oi. Don’t get all maudlin. We’re better off without that lot. All they did was interfere and boss us about. Who needs ‘em? We don’t.

Mm…. I suppose we don’t. -he said after a moment of consideration as his hair was ruffled. It was patted back down when the Doctor took his hand away. His mind had taken his thoughts back to when he ran across the fields of his father’s estates. The ones he could never see again…. even if he could, he would probably be looking in from the outside. He never could have inherited anything. He’d thrown away that chance when he’d gone renegade, and he’d been fine with it. There was always the realisation that what you had thought you were all right with, was actually a lie you told yourself to continue on with what you were doing. It wouldn’t be the first, though. He thought he was all right on his own, and yet, here he was. Standing before someone he’d known all of his life. He’d thought this through, though. The circumstanses had changed and he adapted and made a new plan. That’s what he’d done all along. This was a favoured outcome, so why was he fretting over the loss of something so ridiculous?- Yes, I do believe that you have a point, Doctor.

-Mental Nudge- We're not standing around chatting. We're talking strategies. Anyway, what're you up to today?

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 11:45:45 -0700

-Mental Nudge- Strategies? You might as well be chatting. Today I have taken out the majority of the city formerly known as New York and I am now working on building up the land so that they resemble the hills I want them to.

-Mental Nudge- I don't know. I've only just met her, and he's senile so he might be anywhere. I don't think I'm being very helpful. I'll be home soon.

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 11:30:43 -0700

-Mental Nudge- So why doesn’t she look anywhere? She won’t get anything done if she’s standing around talking to you.

-Mental Nudge- Not your current incarnation. Wrong eye colour. But thank you, Master. That's very helpful.

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 11:18:46 -0700

-Mental Nudge- It’s only helpful if you’re looking for versions in my current incarnation I believe…. if they’ve…. I didn’t used to go where I do now. Doesn’t the being that’s looking for the other version of me know where he likes to go?

-Mental Nudge- I'm just with some woman. She's a friend of an older, senile version of you and he's wandered off somewhere. We're trying to find him.

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 11:10:09 -0700

-Mental Nudge- Mm…. that would depend on what incarnation I happened to be old and senile in. If it was this one, I’d probably find a nice corner of a corner of a corner of a corner where I wouldn’t be bothered much.

-Mental Nudge- If you were an old and senile version of yourself, where would you go if you got lost?

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 11:05:00 -0700

-Mental Nudge- Why do you ask?

the-doctor-infinitum: [text] It slipped my mind. [text] I don’t like the rules. They’re silly...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 11:01:23 -0700

the-doctor-infinitum:

[text] It slipped my mind.

[text] I don’t like the rules. They’re silly and-

[unsent text] I’m not following them anymore.

[text] -never mind. Let’s have a swimming race instead.

-Text- How does something like that slip your mind?

-Text- They’re not silly and finish your statement please.

-Text- I’ll go get my swimming clothes on.

-Text- Are we swimming in the pool room or elsewhere?

the-doctor-infinitum: No, I didn’t agree. That didn’t count. I was distracted. People can’t be...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 15:11:23 -0700

the-doctor-infinitum:

No, I didn’t agree. That didn’t count. I was distracted. People can’t be expected to agree with percentages while they’re being distracted. I’m a hundred percent cool, and you’re around eighty-five percent cool. I’ll concede in the intelligence battle, but not the coolness one. Sorry, Master, but facts are facts.

I don’t see how you were distracted, but it’s no matter. Who would ever want to be ‘cool?’ I’d much rather be spectacular. Which I am, and you are very clearly not. -he retorted as he looked away from him. His demeanor clearly stated that he could care less for the Doctor’s percentages.-

the-doctor-infinitum: Forty minutes? [He turns his wrist to look at his watch, then looks at the...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 15:01:04 -0700

the-doctor-infinitum:

Forty minutes? [He turns his wrist to look at his watch, then looks at the Master, the trace of a on his lips.] There’s rather a lot we could do in forty minutes, isn’t there? We could invent a new flavour of ice-cream, or have a quick jaunt to watch a bit of horse-racing. Or … something else. [His tone is relaxed and casual, but he’s moved a bit closer. Apparently, the Doctor is actually quite desperate for attention. The sort of attention which doesn’t involve being drugged and put to sleep.] Perhaps you could help me find this pirate ship.

-The Master had only been half-listening to the Doctor as he had been trying to figure out how he could get another tattoo on the other TIme Lord without him knowing or feeling it. A small pirate ship somewhere he’d never be able to see without difficulty.-

-However, when he moves closer to him, his attention is refocused solely on the Doctor.- Are you asking me to find you a mirror and assist you in getting the angles right so that you can see it or are you suggesting that we go upstairs for a while?

Themasterinthetardis is following you

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 15:00:57 -0700

acertainmisspond:

Amy stared. She knew that face. She did. Why though? Who was he? She couldn’t place it. She hadn’t been paying attention to politics when she was sixteen so it just didn’t come to her.

Then he caught her, and she looked away. “Sorry.”

The Master had vacated the TARDIS to go for a walk in some sort of weather. He’d actually been hoping that it was going to be raining, so he’d brought an umbrella along, but the skies were only overcast and grey. Close, but no cigar. That’s what he should go get for himself. A cigar. No, they took too long to get going. By the time he’d start to enjoy it, the Doctor would be taking off without him.

So he settled for just a walk, though it was obviously clear to anyone that looked at him that he wasn’t in the best of moods. It was for that reason that he glared at the idiotic ape when it was confirmed that he was being stared at. “Excuse me?”