realityshifted | 009; discussion

[just...stares a moment, what the Master said sinking in] So there was somebody else? In my house? What the bloody hell for?

[he nods]

Yes, Mr. Hunt. Someone else was in your house, in there - prior to our fight.

[he pauses for a moment]

I'll give you one guess. I have a feeling you'll get it right off.

[and you're right, he does] That little piece of shit gook. I'll kill him.

[the Master grins]

I can find him. None of this Astral Plane business. He tends to drop out of it right before he can be struck.

He needs to be caught in person.

How do you plan on doing that? Sniffing other people's crotches?

[he snarls in annoyance]

I don't have to, you idiot. If I could smell him over you, then I could track him down easily enough.

[glares] I bathe, you nonce.

But fine. We track him down. Do you pound him in or do I?

Bathing has nothing to do with it - you're rather overpowering on your own and the fact that you smell constantly of smoke and booze does nothing to help it dissipate; but never mind that.

As long as I get to make him suffer a bit, I've no particularities. He'll run. With those skates of his, he can move bloody fast. Either I chase him down, or we run him down.

[nods grudgingly about the scent thing]

Run him down? I have a car, if that helps.

[he smirks]

Good. If you hit the right speed and velocity, you'd only break one of his legs and not kill him right off, giving us the opportunity to get a bit of enjoyment out of it.

The only problem is - I can't see your car, Mr. Hunt. I can only see it if you are touching it. I could only see it completely if I was also touching some part of you.

[he frowns fully at that, because 1) he is not fond of touching, and 2) Gene probably doesn't want to be remotely touched either]

For all the shit he's pulled, I can live with that. The bloody gook.

And is that so? [smirks. then grabs you by the shoulders, Master] Isn't that too bad? Now come on.

Indeed. We can do whatever else we think of after that.

[he immediately tenses] You don't need to touch me now, Mr. Hunt. Only when we're at your car.

I'd be just as happy to run the bloke over. Do what you want after. Just don't kill him.

[smirks] And where'd be the fun in that, you poof? [starts dragging him]

[and he's drug along, stiff in the shoulders because really stop touching him please]

Hmph. And why not? One less annoyance in the world...

[he contemplates if it would be worth it to jerk out of his grasp]

It isn't so much fun as it is not necessary.

Because I bag the scum who murder blokes, I don't do it for them.

[can tell the Master hates this. does it anyway] Yeah, well, you aren't gonna find my car otherwise. So shut up and get in. [grabs the door handle, opening it, and begins shoving the Master inside]

You can leave before I do it. Then you've absolutely no hand in the murder.

[and he's shoved into Gene's car - which he can now see completely, thanks. he doesn't enjoy being roughhandled either, and it is very, very apparent

in fact, he hisses at Gene in his annoyance]

No, I just have to investigate it. And I'll know it's you, so just don't bloody well do it.

[gives him a look] Oh, shut it. You sound like a poof when you do that. [gets in the driver's seat and cranks it on, shifting into gear] Now do something useful and sniff the bastard out.

Regardless of what I say, you'll find some way to say that I am a 'poof'. You are exceptionally good at that.

[but he is doing as he needs to, of course]

Just get the bloody thing moving for now, I'll say where to go - and when.

[he pauses, and then idly asks:]

...Does the radio work?

I just call 'em how I see 'em there, luv.

[and they're driving! a little too fast, and taking corners a little too quickly, and Gene's cursing out his window at people who are too bloody daft to stay out of the road when he's coming. though he does pause a moment at the Master's query, flipping on the radio. ah, David Bowie's 'Jean Genie.'

so now the Master gets to listen to the Guv singing, too]

Jean genie lives on his back
Jean genie loves chimney stacks
And hes outrageous, he screams and he bawls
Jean genie let yourself go woh go
Go go

Then you must be the only heterosexual around, Mr. Hunt.

[the Master doesn't comment on Gene's speed, or how he drives - he can't see the road anyway, nor really the people that Gene is yelling at. he indicates where to turn when it is needed, but otherwise doesn't say much else

he doesn't even comment on Gene's singing, just tapping his gloved fingers on the car door in a steady beat]

With the way you faeries are taking over? Wouldn't surprise me.

[follows the directions obediently (well...for the Guv)] We about there?

I expect you'll loathe the next few decades.

[he pauses for a moment and then nods firmly]

Close.

[Agito wasn't expecting anything, as far as he was concerned those 'astral' guys were only on the astral plane and nowhere else! Definitely not right down the street he was taking a walk (or, er, skate?) in. And definitely not in a car speeding its way towards him and definitely not with these two certain guys in it together.

Nope, nothing go on here ...yet.]

Yeah, yeah. I don't expect to live that long.

[and the Master was right about the brat being close, because Gene had just spotted him skating down the street like the div he was. and grin grinned, turning the car so that it was in direct line of sight of the bloody gook, and hit the gas] Gotcha!

[he quickly barked out the best speed in which to break the kid's leg - or legs - before laughing with pure maddened glee and excitement]

Hit him dead on, Mr. Hunt!

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