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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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[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.

[didorothy]

So you really are speaking in an RP accent? That's nice to know.

Suppose you can.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

It's simply the one that came with the body, you could say.

I do tend to try to be as mannerly as possible.


[he pauses, then gives Sam a bit of things, and speaks a sentence or two in Gallifreyan; then he just smirks fractionally]

[didorothy]

[just raises his eyebrows]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Gallifreyan.


Consider yourself a bit lucky - I was feeling generous.

[didorothy]

Then, thank you.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Mmm. You are most welcome.

[didorothy]

[.... aaaand, the curiosity gets him] What did you say?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

A snippet from the First Law of Time.

"No being shall distort History. No being shall interact with his own personal history by traversing their time streams."

[didorothy]

What's the rest of the law?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

It is a very long Law, Mr. Tyler. The first sentence of it encapsulates the whole, but someone felt they ought to spend paragraph upon paragraph detailing everything within the First Law. They did the same with the rest of them.

[didorothy]

Someone like pontificating where you're from?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Our entire race enjoys pontificating. Long speeches, of course, are another favourite.

[didorothy]

You do realise you're part of your race.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Indeed. Fortunately for me, I am rather brief, all things considered. As well, I am free to dislike my kind as much as I wish.

[didorothy]

Never said you weren't. But you are a bit... verbose. [not one to talk]