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Post by mastersaxon on Mar 7, 2008 17:36:28 GMT
The Doctor laughed. It sounded strangely like the Master. "You do that, put me back." Nine would arrive anytime now, and the Master couldn't fix the TARDIS. The Doctor's job was done. Now all he had to do was wait and suffer the Master's anger, but he was used to the other Time Lord's temper. Dare he say he was above it? He thought he was anyway.
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Post by asimus on Mar 7, 2008 17:39:32 GMT
"You would like that owuldn't you?" He hissed, "To be left alone in a cell to rot. To think about all those awful things you did. To think about Rose and how you left her alone. You always were self flagulating."
He pulled the Doctor up, holding him up by the collar, their faces nearly touching.
"No, you will stay with me. I'll teach you a think or two about pain. About being left behind. About being abandoned."
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Post by mastersaxon on Mar 7, 2008 17:45:27 GMT
"Stop it," the Doctor hissed. His hands found the Master's wrist and gripped them tightly. He gasped for breath when the Master didn't loosen his hold. "I didn't... I didn't abandon her..." He managed to say while kicking at the other Time Lord ineffectively. Obviously the Master wasn't expecting such resistance from a single-hearted Time Lord.
He laughed again. "It's coming Koschei... The oncoming storm... And there's nothing you can do about it!"
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Post by asimus on Mar 7, 2008 17:58:36 GMT
The Master eyed him warily. The Doctor was the on coming storm. He didn't understand.
"I'm sure you can hold onto that temper of yours." He smiled, he wasn't afraid of the disabled Time Lord, overcome with rage or not. He paused. He wasn't talking about that. The smile on the Doctors face was not fading away. Someone else...
"You called him didn't you?"
He was afraid. He grabbed the Doctor by the hair and dragged him out of the Console room, and towards the Stasis chamber.
Where had Bennet and Claude got to? This was worrying. The other Doctor would soon be here and he had renegades wandering his ship. This was not going to plan.
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Post by HN on Mar 7, 2008 17:59:17 GMT
He had to be very careful. He needed to concentrate. One wrong calculation, and he could explode the other Tardis from the inside. He didn't want that. Even if the Master was on board, he could not sacrifice the Future Doctors only mode of transport. So he needed silence. He needed to think.
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Post by mastersaxon on Mar 7, 2008 18:04:12 GMT
The Doctor struggled wildly, escaping the Master's grasp. At last the other Time Lord had understood that his previous regeneration was coming. And there was nothing he could do about it. The Doctor knew perfectly how maddening it must be for the insane Time Lord. And he cared little at the moment, too busy with his current condition of prisoner.
He ran back to the console room, pulled one lever. Only one, but sparks came from under the console, a small buzz, then nothing. The TARDIS was humming calmly as if nothing had happened. He had stopped the pain, but she was still damaged. His beautiful ship. All of this because of humans... But he'd come to terms with that later.
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Post by asimus on Mar 7, 2008 18:09:45 GMT
The Master gave chase, he was quickly losng control of this situation and he didn't like it. His ship had two renegade humans, free and walking about and now he had a crazed Time Lord on his hands. He skidded to a stop in the door way of the Console room and took a moment to compose himself. He brushed down his suit and plastered a smile onto his face. Sauntering into the room like nothing had happened he approached the Doctor.
"Theta, be reasonable. We had some good times. There could be times like that again. If you would only help me move the Tardis."
Mr Bennet - Back Post, [whilst the Master's away the apes come out to play] (ooc - Posting for Voodoo who is on holiday)
The Master had taken the fallen Doctor away, too panicked by the turn of events to notice the humans. He took his oppertunity, diving on Claude, he slapped the face of his old friend.
"Wakey wakey." He said quietly. Claude was conscious but far from lucid. He hauled him to his feet and made a quick getaway into the bowls of the ship. Hopefully it would take a while to be found missing, and longer to find. In that time they could come up with a plan to take down the Master get escape.
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Post by mastersaxon on Mar 7, 2008 18:39:07 GMT
Time. Nine needed time to do the calibration and adjust the time rotor. The Doctor moved in front of the console and folded his arms, displaying a playful pout.
"Oh we did, did we? And when exactly was that?"
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Post by asimus on Mar 7, 2008 18:42:12 GMT
The Master smirked. The Doctor was playing him. He knew him to well to be taken in by him. But there was little else he could do, except take the Time Lord by force. He didn't know if he could, even if he was damaged.
He stalked up on him, never letting his smile leave his face.
"Oh you remember." He was certain, "The night up on the mountains. We ran away and slept under the stars." He came closer whispering into his ear. "Well, and other things."
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Post by mastersaxon on Mar 7, 2008 19:11:06 GMT
The Doctor fidgeted, embarrassed, bounced a little and stepped into the Master's personal space, determination written all over his face, carefully hidden behind a smirk.
"All right, that was nice."
It had been more than nice. It had been his first time. And the first time he had dared to run away too. Knowing the Master at that time had held some advantages. A lot of advantages. He remembered vividly.
He shook his head. "I'm sorry Koschei but I don't remember the details... You're that good a lover darling." Now the word was out.
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Post by asimus on Mar 7, 2008 19:16:34 GMT
The Master grinned.
"Only good?" He flirted openly, not really caring that he had a wife waiting for him at home. Sure she was fun to have around. he could look big and impressive in front of her and get one mighty ego boost. But she was his pet. The Doctor had been his equal, and then it had all gone mightily wrong.
He pressed his lips to the Doctors skins, tasting the strange tang that was uniquly Time Lord. He remembered when he first woke up after the regeneration. He had been so confused. The Time Lords were gone and he had been distinctly aware of their absence. He had felt like dying all over again. But now the Doctor was here. Soon there would be two. He doubted he could control the other, but this one...
"Oh wouldn't you like to see what new things I've learned?"
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Post by mastersaxon on Mar 7, 2008 19:22:57 GMT
The Doctor uttered some sort of noise between a repressed whimper and a yelp when the Master's lips made contact with his skin. He didn't move though, and the Master pursued, clearly encouraged. The Doctor was certainly tempted to experience what new tricks the Master had up his sleeve, but that would also mean surrender. And it was out of the question.
"How about..." He tilted his head to free his neck of the prying lips. The gesture lacked conviction. "How about we just sit here and wait for my previous self to arrive, huh?" Two could play the game.
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Post by asimus on Mar 7, 2008 19:26:54 GMT
The Master spine straitened abruptly. He wasn't going to play this game.
"Oh I don't know if I could handle the two of you." he said with a smile touching his lips and a glint in his eye. But he was afraid. He couldn't deal with two fo them. He wasn't about to let the Doctor in on his insecurities.
"Help me move the Tardis. Please. We'll go somewhere... exhotic."
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Post by mastersaxon on Mar 7, 2008 19:40:59 GMT
The Doctor's head snapped back. He looked at the Master's straight in the eye. He had said please, which was... Rassilon, it was a first. The Doctor blinked. Then he blinked again for good measure. This could mean two things: either the Master was too impatient to get his hands on him without clothes, or he was afraid of being in the same room as two Doctors.
"What did you say?"
He had no intentions whatsoever to move the TARDIS, but he wanted to be sure his ears weren't playing tricks on him.
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Post by asimus on Mar 7, 2008 19:44:12 GMT
The Masters nostrils flared. The Doctor was driving him crazy. He was torn between killing him and ripping his clothes off. But he had to stay calm, and play the game. That was how these things worked. He was sly and sneaky. It was how he continued to survive all these years.
"Please." He said, stepping forwards once more, and laying a gentle hand on the Doctors arm. "Let's just get out of here."
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