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[didorothy]

Right, so. Has anyone else noticed any changes to their homes? Other than the random shop and the sudden appearance of the astral plane, that is.

For example, I have a big chunk of 2006 sitting in the middle of my 1973. Yuyuko and Fumie have both noticed differences in how someone they know behaves. [and Gene Hunt now has sparkly blood, but we're just not going to mention that]

[Incidentally, he is speaking a bit thickly, as he has a broken nose.]

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[demnify.livejournal.com]

I've taken stock of everything that has changed. You may simply not be interested in any of it.


And... didn't you say something a few days ago about how I ought to stay where I am, hm?

[didorothy]

If you don't want to talk about it, don't.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Mr. Tyler, I would recommend treating me politely. Mr. Hunt may have gotten the upper hand on me once but I shan't let it happen again.

I'll say this, though. This planet should have gone up in fire and been torn to pieces weeks ago. It has somehow been halted in the middle of explosion.

[didorothy]

I wasn't being rude.

You have to hope no one accidentally hits the 'play' button on the remote, them.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Just warning ahead of time.

Indeed. Though I was prepared to die then. Less so, now.

[didorothy]

Dragged out of retirement and then out of your demise? Never get a break, do you?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Dragged out of retirement, almost killed and eaten by my captors, infected with a particularly horrid and most likely incurable virus, unable to escape the planet I was forcibly brought to, given a glimmer of hope that I could have escaped, only to be abandoned on a dying planet by my oldest friend and best enemy.

No. I don't get 'breaks'.

[didorothy]

Suffering builds character.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master growls at him]

Then I must have it in spades, Mr. Tyler. I've had ceaseless suffering since I was a very young man.

[didorothy]

Any paperback writer wouldd be happy to have you in his repertoire.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and this is the Master - of his own volition - attempting to snatch Sam by that jacket of his and pull him right into the Master's space]

Hold your bloody tongue.

[didorothy]

[no one but Gene Hunt is allowed to yank Sam around like that! So Sam detatches himself from the Master's grip, stepping away] When a cat has it, I guess I'll have to.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[Sam, you attract abusive people]

Don't call me that.

[didorothy]

[he likes it]

Then don't behave like an animal.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he growls]

If I could stop, I would. I can't help it.

[didorothy]

Controlled by protein wrapped in protein. Not much of a Master, are you?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

... Sometimes, Mr. Tyler, it is the most simplest things that can enslave us.

[didorothy]

I suppose.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I'll beat it eventually.

[didorothy]

Dum spiro spero? You didn't strike me as the type.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he laughs a bit]

Nor did you strike me as the type for Latin, Mr. Tyler.


Though you are right, I'm typically not the sort to rely on hopes - they are fickle things - but considering my situation and lack of proper tools? I've simply my own willpower to combat it, and in that, I can only ... hope I am not found lacking.

[didorothy]

You have to know at least a little bit if you want to learn the law.

[hesitates in his response, for there is something in it - that a man would hold on to sanity with only his will, and that one such as the Master would make even the slightest admission of something like vulnerability]

You... [shakes his head]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

True. Though usually proverbs themselves aren't part of the learning requirements. Lovely language, that.

[he pauses for a moment]

I am stating the simple truth. I have told you that I am trapped on this planet. It isn't my home nor is it in my proper time period. I have told you that I'm infected with a virus. There is nothing here of use to me. Just pure willpower. No cars, no guns, no forgeries or metals. No roads, computers, phones. Just myself.

[he then lightly shrugs]

It's of no matter to you though, is it, Mr. Tyler?

[didorothy]

Don't suppose you know it? You'd talk in... Gallifreyan, isn't it? [snorts] Maybe the Twins slipped babel fishes in our ears when we weren't looking.

[silent as the Master speaks, eyes flickering over his face almost searchingly. But then that's broken, and he looks away, nodding]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he chuckles]

I know over six million different languages, Mr. Tyler. For purposes, I typically stick to English. It is much more easily wield than my native tongue.

[he waves his hand dismissively]

Now, you see? I can be pleasant enough conversation.