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doctor who (d3) the master - simm

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[seated in an ornate armchair, speaking in fluent, articulate, and rather pleasant-to-the-ears Gallifreyan]

It's actually a bit disgusting, hearing you lot speak Gallifreyan so primitively. Like chanting off - no, that metaphor's incomprehensible without a background in high mathematics. Fine. Like writing Calculus and finding everyone else doing basic algebra.

[then he changes to Russian - less articulate, of course, but he's comfortable with the language]

This one, though, this one's a bit ironic. Look at me, the Master, the deathless, blathering on in Russian. Haven't been in ages, should probably go back and put a few more legends into the locals.

[sips from his wine, and slips back into Gallifreyan]

At least the people of the city still understand me.

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I'm not using a fucking translator!

[grabs the notebook and puts a great big 'x' over the Doctor's picture, then holds it back out to the Doctor]

[makes a little AWWWWWW expression, then rubs his eyes and points at the Master. Cause only babies won't use a translator!]

[lets out a long sigh - and then lifts a hand to punch the Doctor in the stomach. Sorry, Doctor, but he's used to hitting someone who looks and sounds exactly like you on a regular basis.]

[cue complete offended look]

Right, well, I was holding back.

[throws a right that says 'This is for shagging Rose Tyler' in the language of punch]

[something about 'you shagged my girlfriend!' punches seems to make them land]

I like your other you better. This is why I didn't make Contact with you and this is why I chose to die.

[his left hook says, 'I still haven't forgiven you for - well, anything!'

The kick is punctuation.]

I'm trying to remember why, exactly I wanted you to survive, but it's just [takes the punch, falls backwards]

[runs full force to hit the Master in the stomach with his shoulder, hopefully to knock him down]

[if the Master's going down, the Doctor's going down with him!]

[As long as the Doctor lands on top to gain some sort of an advantage]

[so of course the Master will be trying to wrestle his way on top, using such underhanded means as kicking and punching to try to get the Doctor to cooperate with the Master's aims]

You always were the aggressive sort!

[not giving in, though he does falter at certain unpleasant kicks and ends up losing control of the fight]

You could never keep a grip.

[the Master shall now attempt to destroy the Doctor's leg support and punch his right shoulder, taking advantage of the momentum to knock the Doctor over and, hopefully, pin him to the ground.]

Not this time, Master!

[cries out at the kick and falls to his back, then kicks outward, trying to roll them both over and the Doctor back on top]

[slips just barely away and quickly gets his feet under him, standing up again and aiming for a kick at the Doctor]

Nice, how 'Master' was the only bit of that I could understand.

[hisses at the kick then kicks at the Master's knees to get him back to the ground]

Funny how all I could understand out of that was the Master.

[that's nicely done on the Doctor's part, as the Masterfalls right on top of the Doctor, all elbows and knees]

[cue several choice Italian swears, along with a rough shove off of the Doctor and the Doctor grabbing the Master's hair]

Now that we're at least matched...

[a shout and he grabs the Doctor's wrist, digging his nails into it] Hair-pulling? Hair-pulling? This is not a bloody human catfight!

[this time, the foot's aimed at the Doctor's shins]

[Takes his head from where he holds his hair and tries to slam his face into the "ground"]

One of these days we're going to have a decent conversation without fighting. Today is not that day.

[and cue a few swears at the Master's kicks fall true]

You're so disagreable!

[breaks his head free, but ends up smashing the side of his head into the ground, leaving him dizzy]

You're so disagreeable!

[forearm to the chest to pin him to the ground]

[frowns deeply, eyes closed, then opens them to the Doctor]

Oh, I hate you.

[sighs and lets his head fall back]

[wide victorious grin]

You look better like this.

Oh, go shove Rassilon's Rod up your arse, Theta Sigma.

[without even lifting his head, lifts an arm for a punch to the nose]

[cries out angrily at the punch and the blood that it produces]

Got three out of that. Are we comparing me to Rassilon, now?

[grabs the Master's wrists and attempts to pin him]

Edited 2008-07-27 00:57 (UTC)

[a smiles spreads on his face and he lets the Doctor pin him]

I win.

Gallifreyan (Backpack, shirt, and haircut)

Italian (The backpack IS bigger on the inside)

Gallifreyan (Dora: secretly Gallifreyan?)

Italian (I wouldn't be surprised, that saucy minx has to have some secrets)

Gallifreyan (More Time Lords around than I thought!)

Italian (Like Mary Poppins and Santa Claus?)

Gallifreyan (Santa Claus? Really? I just thought he was Finnish)

Italian (That sleigh HAS to travel in time)

Gallifreyan (Finnish people can time-travel!)

Italian (Why don't I live in Finland? *pout*)

Gallifreyan (Because you're not cool enough)

Italian (Says the one talking in Gallifreyan...)

Gallifreyan (What's that supposed to mean?)

Italian (What do you think it means?)

Gallifreyan (I don't like you anymore)

Italian (You say that now, but I know you love me)

Gallifreyan (I do not. I hate you. Forever.)

Italian (But I love you. See, I bought you chocolate!)

Gallifreyan (I know you; you're just using me!)

Italian (Yeah, but you like it)

Gallifreyan (...well, yes)

Italian (At least you can admit it)

Gallifreyan (First step to recovery)

Italian (cause I didn't forget to fill this in)

Gallifreyan (I say nothing)

Italian (Why don't I live in Finland? pout)