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?

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

While you cower and hide when your plans don't work out?

And you call me a coward.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You are one.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Then I suppose I'm in excellent company.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No, you're not, Doctor. You're still all alone.

[smiles at the Doctor briefly before walking past him, away]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[oh, that was not nice]

And you're still ultimately completely predictable. Tossing a jab while you walk smugly off?

At least you don't deny your own cowardice.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[stops, turning back to look at him]

I don't. But I'm happy with that.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[right, so maybe he was wrong about the predictable]

You're happy with that? How can you be happy admitting your own fears?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I thought you were supposed to be? You know, face your fears, bravely march on, accept your weaknesses and work around them. That sort of thing is your department, isn't it?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but since when did you make it your goal to become me?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well, the thing is, you're not that, are you? You don't face your fears. You can't accept your weaknesses. And you've been trudging your feet, not marching on.

Not very healthy, is it, Doctor?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

And you didn't answer my question.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Not obviously, but it's a bit depressing that I need to lay everything out for you, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I don't even know why I bother trying to have a conversation with you. All I feel is pity for that other self of mine, having to deal with your nonsense.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why do you keep bothering, then? I was leaving. You stopped me. Why don't you just let walk away?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Go on, then.

I'm not stopping you now.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You know what? I can believe you're stubborn enough to let me.

[again, he turns his back on the Doctor and starts to walk away]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

And if you really wanted to walk away, you'd have already vanished from the Plane. Takes oh, half a second? Instead you've got to walk off.

Well, your taste for the theatrical is also something that hasn't changed.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[can never resist the bait, but at least he doesn't stop walking; he just turns around and walks backwards, grinning]

The point is to prove you're so sick of my company that you'll let me walk away. Vanishing from the Plane doesn't give you an opportunity to prove anything.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes, wait, I think Donna did a quiz about this in one of those magazines she reads. "Do you need him to chase after you?" Yes, I think that was the one.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Hello, I'm the one who's been chasing you all these years.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yes, you're my unrelenting white knight.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Enough of that, Merlin; I heard the stories already.

[he's stopped entirely now]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Oh, really? What stories, then?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't you know? They're about you.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I wasn't aware we'd skipped ahead to the gossip column of Donna's magazine.