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[Zeronos staggers away from where he left the ZeroLiner's back car he'll get it back into his own reality eventually, with a bleeding stab wound in his abdomen. He pulls the card out of the belt buckle, and it seems to just dissolve into nothing. He pulls the belt off next, ending the transformation, and revealing Ryotarou as the one underneath the costume — he has a slash wound very close to the previously mentioned stab wound, and he looks in bad shape.]

H-help. Please...

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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I was going to check on that Firo. He's still dangerous.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[stands up] Whatever you choose to do, I'm not staying. And if you elect to visit Firo, I'll be accompanying you.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[frowns] Why would you come with me?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Because you're stupid and suicidal.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I appreciate the worry, really, but I'll be fine. I'm not going to get myself killed.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Too bad. If you leave this TARDIS, you leave it with me.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[so not whining] Oi, Master. A little trust?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

C'mon. I really won't get hurt. Promise.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[yes, whining more] What if I don't go to find Firo?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You still can't leave without me.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Because I say so.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

That's not a reason.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[grabs his wrist] Now it is.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[looks down at his wrist] ...Don't break that again. This body is going to have terrible wrists at this rate.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Don't give me cause to.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[sighs, slumping a bit] You really don't trust me at all to take care of myself? I've done it for hundreds of years.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No, you've not.

Now, can we bring the television here or am I going to be stuck staring at you until he wakes up?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Yes, I have.

[aaand he's giving up for now] All right, you can get the telly. ...Can I pick what we watch?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No, you may not.

Stay here while I get it. If you're not here when I come back, I'll just kill our patient there.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[sighs] All right, all right. I'll be here when you get back.

[drums his fingers on the table and will poke at Ryotarou]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[RETURNS WITH TELEVISION!]

Stop poking the patient.

[future televisions are really light-weight, yes they are. So the Master sets it down and sits in front of it]

I'll let you suggest a viewing choice. And if I don't like it I'll pick something else.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Mmm, I doubt you feel up for cartoons, do you? What about Batman? Or Pirates of the Caribbean?