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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]

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.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

There's something wrong with his mind. A bunch of jumbled sets of memories pressing in at random intervals. A fair few seem to be dangerous. They're connected to some bloke he mentioned, erm, Szilard. That was it. Funny sort of name. Firo is still in there but he can't keep control. I was going to lock him up somewhere.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Stirring a bit more now, though he still aches from the laser's impact. He hears talking, but he can't quite pick out the words.

And then he throws up. :\ ]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well, that's gross.

And you're not locking him up. Someone else will take care of him. There are enough would-be heroes around here that someone will manage. We're going back to the TARDIS.

[hand on the Doctor's arm, to keep him from running off something stupid]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[but what possibly stupid things could he do--]

But we have the space to lock him up. Really, please, he's dangerous. I can't just leave him here.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[And now he levers himself up onto his hands and knees, about as stable as two-day-old kitten.]

Doc...?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[a 'please' without asking, wow that's tempting]

Doctor, if we do, you're not allowed to get your knickers twisted if I have to kill him to contain him.

[which is, "I'm considering a 'yes.' Make this good for me."]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[looked a little more hopeful there] I'm fine, Firo. No worries.

[and then back at the Master!] Yes, all right, that's all right. I just can't leave him here.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Annnnd collapsing again. Not in the vomit, small mercy.] What'd I do...? I didn't mean to... 'm sorry...

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[crouches down beside Firo]

You almost killed the Doctor. In a highly homoerotic manner, I might add. Now, no one kills the Doctor, save myself, so the Doctor and I are going to lock you up, okay? And when you get better you may come out again.

Tell me how to kill you in the manner that will keep you dead longest, so that I can take you to the TARDIS without worrying about your personality going wild.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[well he doesn't like that part]

It probably won't happen. He looks too weak to handle it. He doesn't need to be killed again.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[GUESS WHO'S IGNORING THE GUY HE JUST TRIED TO KILL?] ...head. Keep it separate...

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[shoots the Doctor a look]

It's necessary. Now, will you help me or not? I'll need someone to carry the head.

[presses the button to make the funky extendable blade on his screwdriver appear]