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[and the Brigadier is on the plane, looking the exact opposite of pleased. he has a hand pressed to his side, and is wincing just a bit] Damn! Bloody, hotheaded... going to get someone killed!

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And here I was thinking that was a merit in your line of work.

[watch as the Brigadier switches from Rather Annoyed Mode to Have Gun, Will Shoot mode]

For some.

[oh, Master, your sense of timing is - as always - perfect]

My dear Brigadier, I'm starting to get this awful suspicion that you don't like me! Have I done something to offend you?

You've caused a lot of trouble in the past - pardon me for being cautious.

You're forgiven! [this sort of grin deserves to be shot]

[and oh, is he tempted - but the possibility of the Doctor nagging and whining (over what really is a good idea to boot) beats out the temptation, so he just stands on alert]

I haven't heard of you causing any problems lately.

I have been very quiet lately.

[puts a finger to his lip]

Don't tell anyone, but by tomorrow evening I'll have taken over the entire planet that the one Doctor and I are on.

[and from overly silly to overly callous--]

Nice wound you've got there. I like the blood; goes nicely with the suit!

[he remains completely stoic] I have complete faith in his ability to stop you.

[and the Brigadier narrows his eyes] One of my men got out of hand.

[rolls his eyes] Making another Jesus reference here would just be too easy; I think I'll pass.

[raises an eyebrow. The mocking amusement is tangible] And covered you in glitter glue, I see. Such fascinating blood! I wonder what it's like.

But... Brigadier, last I knew, you bled the same blood normal humans did. What happened?

It's none of your concern. [he shifts his stance for a moment] Nor am I inclined to tell you.

It looks a fair bit like the plane, doesn't it? Darkness and starlight, how poetic.

I wouldn't be a good judge. Soldier, not a poet.

There are many renowned poets who were also soldiers, Brigadier. You're not confined by one or the other.

I'm aware of that. It still doesn't change anything.

But everything changes. So, I think it's a sage assessment to make that you got this after your intial arrival on the astral plane.

[please have a silent, and hard, stare]

[don't mind if I do!]

Now, it's entirely possible that it's unrelated to the Plane, but considering the appearance of the blood, I would say that there is some sort of connection.

I don't see a point to this.

Now now, Brigadier, don't get Aburdist on me.

I'm not. I just don't see a point. What do you hope to gain from finding anything out?

Knowledge. [he's caressing the word, I swear]

Just a different sort of power, hm?

What, I'm not allowed hobbies unrelated to power?

Somehow I can't quite picture you not setting up some sort of disaster - so, yes.

Scones for great evil, then.