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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.

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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[shudders in pain, collapsing to her knees and holding her head] Stop...! They are mine -- she is mine! You cannot do this...!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No, she is mine. As are you. [kneels with her to keep contact]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Let me go, please...! They are mine! Please, don't ... don't take them from me...!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No. [and now he digs them up, playing them so that they both can see]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head] These aren't yours! I don't want to see this again. Master, please.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[struggles a little longer, desperate, but as their argument comes to a close and the TARDIS watches herself flee, she simply slumps, shoulders hunched] I hate you. Will you tell the Doctor, then? Reveal all my secrets to him? Destroy the sanctity of my memories?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why would I? She has nothing to do with him.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

He does not know how I felt. He is unaware of my feelings toward her, as you should be. That was not yours to know. [looks at him, uncertain] What will you do with them? What was the point?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You know what? I don't think I'll tell you. I think I'll just let you guess.

[abruptly breaks off Contact]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[gasps, then glares, standing] I hate you. More than anything else in any universe, I hate you. [and drops from the Plane]