Like fire! Hellfire! [this fire in my skin]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master skids to a halt when he appears on the Astral Plane, having apparently come in running. He immediately straightens out his clothing before addressing the Plane]

Right, so! Pompeii: very lacking in Super Soaker outlets. Anyone have a water gun handy?

Comments

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Well. She clearly didn't want to give away any spoilers.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why you all go on about spoilers, I'll never understand.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

'S a fun word, "spoilers." Should give it a go some time.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Mm, I don't know, the 'oi' sound in the middle's a bit... well, stupid-sounding.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Oi.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Quod erat demonstrandum.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oi, don't go and get clever in Latin--

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[changes languages to--]

Would you prefer Gallifreyan?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Giving you a Look.]

No real preference, actually.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Something the matter, Doctor?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Not really, no. Not projecting, are you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Can you still speak it? Gallifreyan. I know there are some strings phonemes that are hard to grasp without the bypass system.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . I haven't tried. Not much of a reason to, you know.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Go on, then. Try it. I'll understand.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[He hesitates for a moment before switching--]

Fine, I'll humor you. Are you satisfied?

[-- but the accent and pronunciation are slightly off.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

...I'm so sorry, Doctor.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Oh, you want a smack, don't you. DX But the Doctor will be standing with his hands in his pockets, switching back to English now.]

Oh, don't do that.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[maybe he has a masochistic streak? The Master can read your body language and he smiles]

No, really, I am. You can't even speak the language. Time Lord, you are not. Even if you remember being one.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

["I will not punch the Master, I will not punch the Master, I will not punch the Master--" even if his fists are clenching in his pockets.]

Just shut it. Sorry, but don't you have a world to go and save?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[a fist-fight from Human!Ten? SCORE! Only one he hasn't gotten one out of yet--]

Saving the world? Sorry, that's your thing, not mine.

Well, not so much your thing anymore. Enjoying the one adventure you could never have, by the way?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[So much for the whole MUST LEARN NONVIOLENCE lesson-- but he's restraining himself for now.]

I am, yeah. Amazing how much trouble planet Earth gets into every Saturday.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master will learn to foil him!]

Do you still have that suicidal streak? I mean, given your situation...

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

No. But I appreciate your concern. Really, I do.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm always concerned for you, Doctor.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can tell. Your worry comes off in waves.