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{Dietrich is doing the usual desk work, this time an elaborate and quite large map laid out on the desk that he decided to just keep here to use. It's a half-finished map, with certain things laid out in German, and the ink of some areas still shines. He looks over his work idly and glances to an open book in a foreign script that looks a bit like Turkish, and continues to draw the buildings and streets of the Methuselah empire. Of course, the books is really of little help. Rather, it's Radu Barvon's helpful eyes.

But really, today seems like a good day to start his small little plan to relieve his boredom. At home, it's exciting enough, but here? There's absolutely nothing of interest. So Dietrich intends to create some in the only way that he finds fruitful.}

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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[interested!TARDIS is interested in your books, Dietrich, and begins looking over your shoulder, translating the texts]

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Ah, Miss TARDIS. {He smiles brightly} You know, I was hoping to see you, actually.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Truly? Why is that?

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It's kind of boring here, don't you think? Ah, if I may, what kinds of things do you do when you're bored?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Boring? I suppose so... I often just entertain myself by going through my data banks. Why do you ask?

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Because I thought that it'd be nice to do something a little more fun, don't you think? {He sets his pen down and turns to face her}

You see, when I'm bored, I rather like to play with dolls and puppets. It's a hobby I've had ever since I was very young, you see. But dolls made of wood and porcelain, they get very boring quickly.

{Dietrich reaches out to touch her face very gently} So I learned how to play dolls with people.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[blinks] I do not understand. What do you mean? People are not puppets.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Ah, but you must have heard of marionettes. They're my favorite type. With strings holding the puppet in place, the puppet master can make his dolls bend whichever way he wants.

{Dietrich lifts his hand just slightly, but the TARDIS raises her right arm} Right now, I can control you just like one of those marionettes.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

What...? [stares, aghast, and tries to bring her arm back down to her side] What is the meaning of this?

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

{He stands, a still perfect smile on his face, but while the TARDIS is allowed to bring her arm back to her side, she can barely move otherwise} I was curious if it would work at all. An advanced machine like yourself, I was wondering if you'd be able to sense them. Ah, but you can't see them at all, so it's lucky for me.

You do remember that secret that you were so curious about? I did promise I'd show you when the time was right.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You will release me! [tries to move, agitated when it's apparent she cannot] I am not a puppet! You will undo whatever you have done!

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

{He steps closer to run his fingers through her hair idly} It can't be undone. My strings are perfect. Ah, but we have a little time before the puppet show begins. So, you can ask me anything you'd like. I'll answer truthfully from now on, I promise, Miss TARDIS.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[she can't even flinch away and that upsets her the most] What have you done to me?

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

I told you. You're my puppet now. These threads that I created, they can control sensations and sensitivity. For humans, it becomes a part of the nervous system, so I can move them any way I please, or make them feel whatever I want. So, for you, I wasn't so sure, but it's the same.

I can make you feel, think, and do whatever I want.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I am not so easily manipulated as that! [glares] Why do this? To what purpose? I thought you kind!

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't know, because it's fun, really. I was just playing because I was bored, I suppose.

...But kind? I guess it seemed that way, didn't it? But you know, Miss TARDIS, those were all lies.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

All of this ... because you were bored? Because you could not entertain yourself?

[tries breaking free again, panicking just slightly] You are no better than the Master...!

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Of course. At home, I have my dear Baron to torment and break, but here...? Here, I have paperwork, stars, and fortunately, a very naive machine.

{No deal, sorry} Oh, the Master, yes, we met. He seemed like a very, ah. interesting man. In fact he was helpful to give me a few tips on how I should go about with this. But if I'm no better, then that's quite the difference. I've been called the devil himself several times before. Being like him, that's almost a compliment.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

And why target me, then? Why not use these same strings on another?

[definitely panicking now] It was not meant to be one. Now release me! I am not yours to play with!

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Ah, simply because you're the one that trusted me most. Isn't that the best?

{He laughs, still kind and gentle as ever} I must respectfully disagree. You're my toy now, and the fun is only just beginning. {Smiles} After all, won't it be so fun to watch? Our little puppet show, where you get the lead role of course. I play with my puppets until they break...and even then, Radu could tell you that death isn't enough.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

You...! How dare you...?!

[stares, upset] What do you mean? What do you intend with me? I will not cooperate...! I will fight you...!

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

The same answer as before. Because it's fun. Because you're pretty stupid, hmm? Despite the uniform, hobbies, and even the stories of my youth that you even picked up an inconsistency on, you still trusted me. I would even go home and wonder and laugh about it sometimes because, really, I would have expected so much better from a machine. But I suppose I expected too much, hmm?

{He scratches his head} Well, usually I take a bit more time to learn about a person's loves and fears before we play dolls, but I guess that's one disadvantage of machines. Your "brain", as it is, is an open book for my strings, even more than a human brain. So what you love most, that is the Doctor, and what you hate most, that is the Master, am I right?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I thought, perhaps, I had found another who appreciated what I am. I see now I was foolish to do so. No one can possibly understand me save the Doctor and you--

[snaps her mouth shut, horrified] What have you done? The Doctor has nothing to do with this! How I feel for him is irrelevant!

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Ah~ What a soft spot. Nothing, and I will do nothing. It is you, Miss TARDIS. The person that you love most, can you stand to hurt them?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

The Doctor...? I would never harm him...! I cannot fathom such a thing...!

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Of course not. But, my threads can make you do whatever I want.

{Oh, like for example? Dietrich is having you kneel before him now, TARDIS} But that wouldn't do just to break the Doctor, now would it? I rather liked the Master, so would he have use for you, perhaps? At the very least, he said he would like to watch.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[kneels rigidly, absolutely seething] I will not...! I will not...! The Doctor won't believe this farce! He will know something is wrong...!

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Of course he will know. But what will he do about it? Who will tell him that it's the quiet boy who comes to the plane to work on occasion that's making his precious TARDIS act so strangely?

{He pats her head slightly} And if it's such a bore to just hurt his feelings, as you would, then we'll kill him.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I will...! I will tell him and he will stop you! He will not let you hurt me!

[has to fight back a sob] No...!

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, no. You won't say a word. Because Miss TARDIS, when it comes to me, {He places a finger on her lips, and just as they forced her to kneel, the strings force silence} you will have no words to speak.

I'll let you watch, of course, but every word and action, those will be mine. {He moves his hand to instead tilt her chin up gently so that she can see the angelic smile upon his face, but she is allowed to speak again} So, do have any other questions? Or shall we begin?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Please... [shudders, pleading] Please do not hurt him. I will do anything, but do not harm him, please. I beg of you...!

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Oh? {He laughs slightly} Are you sure that you should say "anything"? I could use them on you alone. I could make it seem as if you're suffering many different kinds of torture all at one, or make you relive painful memories, or even being drugged and raped by many, many men. Ah, but if it were things like that, I would make sure you wouldn't faint.

{Sweetly} Things like that, you see.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I do not care! [glares daggers] I will do anything, suffer anything, to protect the Doctor. If it means my death, then so be it. You can do nothing to me that would make me want to hurt him instead.

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Oh? Then that's very boring, you know. Besides, I've already decided that's what I want to do. {Waves his hand, and the TARDIS stands again} If the Doctor is that precious to you, then it'll be the best way to break you, bit by bit.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

No...! [back to panicking] No...! Please! I beg of you, please! Do not do this...!

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

No. However, this seems to be a circular conversation at this point. I believe it'll be a good time to start soon enough. I do hope that you enjoy the show.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

The Doctor will find a way to save me, and then you will regret this. I do not forgive.

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

I don't recall asking for you forgiveness at all. Why would I want something worthless like that? {He smiles} But if he does, that'll make it even more interesting, won't it?