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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]

[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?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Pirates. Second movie.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Pirates it is, then.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[they'll just be popping in the film, then. Note the bickering dynamic that will persist, and the running commentary. Also, popcorn/candy/jelly baby theft. And if Ryotarou feels like waking up and joining...]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[And this would be Ryotarou. Waking up. And joining. Sort of. He stirs a little, and his eyes crack open, glancing around the new environment.]

Where...? [Tries to sit up out of instinct, but oooh bad idea, so he lays back down.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[eating popcorn with jelly babies] I always liked Norrington.

[and then he hears Ryotarou and sits up, tipping his head back] There you are! How are you feeling? Wouldn't try to move much yet. That was a lot of blood loss.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I prefer him drunk.

[glances back] Oh good, the corpse is awake. Don't move; the needles will remove themselves.

Probably, anyway.