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[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master is pleasantly humming something]

I do have to say, I'm rather warming up to all this business.

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[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he growls, bares his teeth, and quickly reigns himself in again; though he doesn't lower Sam an inch]

Nobility doesn't factor into it - sarcasm or not. Then again, you'll just say something that animals are incapable of nobility, correct?

[didorothy]

I haven't spoken to enough of them to make that sort of generalization.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and he drops him]

I just have to wait now, Mr. Tyler.

[didorothy]

[straightens out his jacket, perhaps neurotically so, to put everything back in place] To die?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

For someone to kill me.

[he crosses his arms]

[didorothy]

And you always struck me as a do-it-yourself sort of bloke.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he smiles]

Who says I'm not?

[didorothy]

Then just pick up a gun or jump off a cliff. No need to get complicated. I'll even give you the revolver.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I already told you - I won't commit suicide. I didn't as a young man, and I won't now.

Keep your gun, Mr. Tyler. I don't want to see it unless you intend on shooting me with it.

[didorothy]

Right, then. [draws his gun and points it at the Master's head]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't flinch - and he begins to do exactly what he did with Gene, take on a convincing, hypnotic tone of voice]

I'm waiting, Mr. Tyler. Pull the trigger. Shoot me.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[wandering by and- hey isn't that a gun?!]

... NO!

[cue THROWING HIMSELF AT SAM in hopes of landing a tackle]

[didorothy]

[THAT TACKLE WAS VERY SUCCESSFUL! And the gun goes flying, and Sam has the air knocked out of him. But not for long!]

... Ow. Could you, uh, get off me please?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master sighs tiredly]

Well, no harm in trying.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Not until you tell me what's going on here! Why were you trying to shoot him?! [holding Sam down now, with a stubborn, suspicious expression]

[didorothy]

[not at all struggling] I wasn't trying to shoot him. I'm not a killer and I won't become one just to put down a feral cat. The bastard isn't worth it.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[while this is going on, he casually strides over to Sam's gun and picks it up before turning back]

Let the man up. He was only doing as I wanted him to.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

...

[slowly gets off of Sam, now turning his suspicious look on the Master]

You wanted him to shoot you? Are you crazy?!

[didorothy]

I'd say he is. [stiraghtens out his clothing] Suicidal, yet unwilling to actually off himself. [pauses, eyes flickering to the Master; softly-] Something in that voice...

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Indeed. I'm well aware that I am insane.

[he twirls Sam's gun on his finger before idly looking it over]

Though I wouldn't say suicidal. Such a depressing term for things.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[watching the Master closely now, stance shifting almost imperceptibly]

All the same, I'd appreciate it if you could give that gun back to Sam.

[didorothy]

He's not going to shoot me, Red Coat. [lets out a sigh] Thanks for stepping in, though.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he growls a bit at the man in red]

I had been intending to.

[he holds the gun by the barrel, extends it to Sam]

Your gun, Mr. Tyler. I've no need of it.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[t-that growl is pretty creepy, but he still watches to make sure no funny business happens]

Haha, I didn't do much more than knock you over...

[didorothy]

[hesitates before he takes the gun, and then quickly puts it away] Just... thanks. I don't know... [shakes his head] Cheers, Red Coat. Master. [and vanishes from the astral plane]