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[didorothy]

[have Sam as the happiest he has ever been. Ever. Why is he so happy? That would be because there is a mobile phone in his hand. That's right, a mobile phone, from 2006]

I was - 1973 - but 2006! The textile factory, it's - it just turns into 2006. I was - my mobile! I have my mobile back! [isn't cuddling the mobile phone. Really!] And my PC and satellite television and it's all there and the rest of Manchester is '73 but there's that little, little... pocket of 2006...

Oh, uh, Fumie? You left your glasses at my flat.

[now, back to not!cuddling the mobile phone]

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[didorothy]

[eyes flicker as he catches the information, but he continues on]

I meant this place. This astral plane. You could stay here forever and no time would pass wherever you come from.

[ooc; well, if it's for writing, I suppose I can forgive you~]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he growls]

It isn't the same. Could you stay in this place forever?

[didorothy]

I have somewhere I want to go home to.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

As do I, Mr. Tyler. The planet I'm on is not my home one, you understand. There are so many ones I'd rather be on...

[didorothy]

[scoffs] Forget it. It's good you're trapped wherever you are.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[instantly calming himself]

Now, Mr. Tyler, is that any attitude to have? I'm being relatively polite - though I am annoyed with my situation. I'm certain you would be too, if you had been, more or less, forcibly drawn out of 'retirement'.

[didorothy]

[closed off, now, turned away but not with his back to the Master]

I don't put on my best manners for murderers

[demnify.livejournal.com]

That is a very foolish choice, Mr. Tyler. If there is one type of person you want to stay on the good side of, it is murderers. Particularly if they know whom you care about.

[didorothy]

You'll kill people because I'm not showing proper manners?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I like manners.

[he laughs a bit, simply amused]

Now, now. I've killed people for less.

[didorothy]

That's very childish, you know.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Childish, rooted in insanity, does it matter?


I'm still very capable of killing every person you've communicated with in the past few days if you don't shape up.

[didorothy]

[turns around to face him] Why not just kill me?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he smiles pleasantly, fully showing his fangs]

Because, Mr. Tyler, you'd learn nothing from it. You'd have a sense that in your death, you've spared your friends and that has made it worth while.

[he steps forward]

Am I right?

[didorothy]

[stands his ground]

'Learn nothing?' You're going to 'educate' me, then?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he reaches out for a moment - he seems to lack the idea of personal space - to slide a gloved hand along Sam's shoulder]

If it is needed. Of course, as I said, the only way to do that would be to kill your little friends until you beg for me to stop. Perhaps I could kill Mr. Hunt in front of you. You seemed rather distressed the first time he met his end.

[didorothy]

[knocks the arm away reflexively, but then realises that's possibly a bad idea. Believe it or not, Sam's common sense is starting to make itself heard]

I...

[looks down, wets his lips, and then looks up again - his voice is clear]

My apologies. That was rude of me.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and this is the smile of that would be found on, perhaps, a pet owner when their new dog has learned a trick]

Very good, Mr. Tyler. You'll keep this up, yes? I'd hate having to kill Mr. Hunt again. He doesn't taste all that well.

[didorothy]

[knows exactly what sort of smile it is, and doesn't like it one bit]

I don't reckon he would. If you'd excuse me, CID is waiting for me.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Do be careful, Mr. Tyler...

[and he drops out of the Astral Plane before anything can be said back]