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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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[she just gives him a funny look, because she doesn't quite get that one. it does sound remotely like he's speaking Chinese or some other Asiatic language, and eventually pieces together that, hey! it might be Japanese! so she presses her fingers to the sides of her eyes, stretching them out momentarily before pointing at herself and nodding. followed immediately by making a face because ewww, she shares a language with the Doctor]

[he groans and mutters in Russian] I bloody hate that man.

[tilts her head, unable to understand, then makes the motions for the Doctor again and pretends to slap him, raising a brow toward the Master]

Are you asking for permission, or do you want me to?

[points at her, then himself, and makes a questioning face]

[points between the both of them, then slaps the 'Doctor' twice, a broad smile on her face]

[grins and gives her a thumbs-up]

[and she's totally hugging you because yay, violence against the Doctor]

[returned hugs!]

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