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doctor who (d1) the master - ainley

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My, that certainly took long enough.

[the Master idly inspects his wrists - to those who knew about it, that bracelet? is gone. oh dear]

I do hate needlessly long waits.

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Waiting...? What were you waiting for?

Oh, just for some annoying hindrance to pass.

Ah? And what might that be?

Nothing you need concern yourself with.

That is hardly any way to speak with a lady.

I meant no offense - simply that it is a matter that is best kept to myself, and nothing that anyone else need be involved with. All that matters to outsiders is that it has passed; the details of what I had been inflicted with are minute and unimportant.

Hmmm, I see. [smiles faintly, extending a hand] I don't believe we've met? Lucy Saxon. Charmed.

[he takes it, and instead of shaking it, politely kisses it, then draws away - oh look, he's attempting to be charming, awww] The wife of Harold Saxon, correct? We'll meet in a few centuries.

[she's sufficiently charmed! and places a hand to her chest, laughing politely] You know my husband, then? Though I must ask what you mean by saying you'll meet me.

[he chuckles] I don't just know him. I become him, eventually. [he does a small, polite bow] The Master.

[realisation dawns ever so slowly as she remembers her husband telling her of a younger self and that she should be kind to him. so that's exactly what she does] My, isn't this a bit awkward, then. It's like finding your husband's old college videos from before you met. It's a pleasure to meet you, however. [laughs] Again, I should say.

A pleasure to meet you as well. [he pauses] How long have you been here? I've been rather... busy of late, I've become dreadfully behind on the comings and going of this place.

Oh, not terribly long. A couple weeks, perhaps? It's so very hard to tell anymore, I find. Time seems to stand still nowadays.

Mmm, time does freeze when one comes to the plane, after all... or did you mean something else?

Ah, it's nothing, really. It's just that every day here at the estate is like all the rest, they begin to blur together. [frowns] I hate it here, but I'm not allowed to leave.

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