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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[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.

Comments

Gallifreyan

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, I guess I know what I'll be doing until this wears off. If I do, you'll owe me, though.

Gallifreyan

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I suppose I'll get you dessert before I kill you, then?

Gallifreyan

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

That's fine with me, as long as it's a good one.

Gallifreyan

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What do you usually like?

Re: Gallifreyan

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I'm not too picky, really.

Gallifreyan

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No particular type of things?

Gallifreyan

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

You can pick.