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[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's been wandering the plane since he woke up after the fight with Ryotarou, trying to find a place where people aren't? Okay, more like staggering, but you get the point.

In any case, after several attempted refuges--each abandoned in turn after someone appeared at a distance--Firo has settled on the old theater. He's sitting with his back to the stage under the projector, his feet against the first row of chairs. Healthy he is not. He's shivering non-stop now, his skin unnaturally hot to the touch, his eyes completely unfocused. There's still a massive slash in his clothing where Ryotarou's sword-thing cut him.]

I can't... I won't... not goin' back... don't want to hurt....

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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[keeps his hands up, shutting his eyes for a second to get his own mind back in order from what he just saw]

I'm not going to hurt you, Firo. Just keep calm.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Lets his hand drop and just lays there, panting and staring up at nothing.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[crouches down beside him] What happened to your mind?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[His breathing is starting to even out, and the shivering's back, along with the glazed and feverish expression.] Don't know... always just headaches. Just the... memories. Then... then started leaking little phrases. Things... And they were in the mirrors. Couldn't see myself...

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[nods a little, leaning closer, though he doesn't make Contact again] Your past?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Not mine. 's not mine. I never--[WOW IT'S COLD IN HERE.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[frowns, blinking back] Then who?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Shudder.] Him. Killed 'em all... Never knew how many. So many. [He rolls onto his side, facing away from the Doctor and clutching at his head.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[still confused] And you have their memories...?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Had to save Ennis...

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Your friend, wasn't it?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

...can't even go near her. Don't want him to... if he comes out...

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't be near anyone right now, you know. You should lock yourself up somewhere safe.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Bitter little laugh.] Tried. Break myself out.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Then someone else should lock you up.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[AND GUESS WHO YOU GET, DOCTOR? WHY, A SERIAL KILLER WHO WORKED FOR SZILARD, OF COURSE. Firo would be grabbing you by the throat now, his eyes blank.] No way in hell, son.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[This would be the moment the Doctor goes, "...NOT AGAIN" but instead just freezes before struggling] Firo! Firo, no, come back.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Both hands on his throat and applying pressure all out of proportion to his size. He drags the Doctor's head down and whispers in his ear.] I like you. Maybe I'll save you for a bit, hmm? Keep your head for a while 'fore I dump it in the river.

[And he gives a quiet, insane little laugh.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[you know, the Master doesn't really know what Firo looks like. The fear is what gives this situation away. But he walks in, arms folded, laser screwdriver in hands but hidden, looking undisturbed]

Oh, Doctor, I thought we were forever. And here you are with another man.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[still trying to wiggle free, here, and failing but still]

Is this really the time for that?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Rolling over and pinning you under him so he can push down on your throat with the weight of his body behind it.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh no, none of that. [and suddenly, laser screwdriver for zapping. He very, very quickly drags the Doctor away from corpse!Firo]

What did I tell you, Doctor? I said to stay! But nooo, you had to run off. You're an idiot! Remind me to torture you some time this week just to teach you a lesson.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[rubbing his neck] Sorry... He was fine and then he snapped.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[GREAT, MORE HOLES IN HIS CLOTHING. Though the Time Lords will get a nice view of the laser burn sealing itself up like a zipper. He shudders and starts coughing.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Obviously.

[keeps his screwdriver on the immortal]

Explain the situation, Doctor. As best you can.