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{Dietrich, while enjoying the effects of his strings quietly and peacefully in some remote corner of the plane, is now bored with just letting things proceed "naturally".

By now, you can deduce one, main thing about Dietrich, I would hope; it's never a good thing when he's bored.

So he's standing leaning against the theater wall quite leisurely, inspecting a tank of a person with disinterest. It's covered in armor and wearing a helmet to obscure its face, but to any that would sense it, this is a corpse of a vampire, patched together and reanimated by Dietrich's strings. They're his second greatest creation, and he calls the fearsome creatures that retain their superhuman abilities in death Autojagers. They're insurance for him, more than anything. Strings or not, Dietrich is decidedly human, after all.}

Miss TARDIS? If you have a moment, I'd like to speak with you.

((ooc: If you are planning to kill/maim/fight with Dietrich, please pop me an IM~ Well, Pen excluded, since we already talked it over.))

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[hi Dietrich! TARDIS IS NOT HAPPY WITH YOU]

What do you want?

{Aw~ Why not? ♥} Oh, you're angry?

{He steps closer to stroke her cheek affectionately} I'll give you your own speech for now. It's quite a gift, isn't it?

[snaps her head back, glaring] Do not touch me. Why have you called me?

Because, Miss TARDIS, you are my puppet. If I pull your strings, then you'll dance for me, and me alone.

{He shrugs} Besides, it's getting boring, don't you think? You started out so well, but really, I would have expected more from you.

I am no one's puppet! I do not belong to you!

[eyes him warily] I do not understand. What do you mean?

Is that any way to speak to your master, Miss TARDIS? My, my, with that kind of behavior, I might as well send you back into the Master's arms, hm?

You are not my master! None are but the Doctor! [his words strike home, however, and she stares, horrified] Do not dare...!

{Grins} Of course not~ I wouldn't want to break you just yet. There'd be no point! I'm not done having my fun yet. Or at least finding out what makes Miss TARDIS such a wonderful, advanced machine.

[she can't stand that grin] You cannot fathom what makes me what I am, boy. You would do best to simply give up now.

Maybe not. However, would you like to come home with me? I have all the time in the world if I can give Lord Cain knowledge that we do not have.

I have no such desire. I will give you nothing.

{Laughs} You speak as if you have a choice. Miss TARDIS, don't forget that even if you have your speech for now, I could take it away from you by making you rip out your own throat. In fact, perhaps you could feed it to that lovely vampire that you're acquainted with.

[clenches her fingers, glaring] You will do no such thing. Harm me and you have no more game.

Of course not. I'm glad that you realize that. However...

{He takes her hand and kisses the knuckle lightly} I could certainly make you think that you are. The mind can trick you, after all.

[tenses at the kiss and releases a hiss of breath] Do not touch me. And my mind is not so easily tricked.

Oh? Would you like to test that theory, Miss TARDIS?

Not particularly, no. I've no reason to doubt myself. Now if you would be so kind as to remove these strings...?

But Miss TARDIS, I've hardly had my fun. You'll be released when I feel like it. Or perhaps if you were to beg again...? Those almost-tears of despair and your pleading, it was a fun thing to watch.

And just when would you 'feel like it?' There is certainly no guarantee that my begging would facilitate such a feeling. It would only compound my predicament, would it not?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe when you kill the Doctor? If I get bored, I'll just break you, so there's no problem there. Or maybe just throwing you into an array of problems because of our actions. Like, I thought to myself, it would be fun to see your heartbreak if you killed the one closest to you, but what good is that? Once you're free, you can smooth that over easily and blame me.

[okay, so, she's gonna try reaching for your neck at this point, Dietrich, because really, you don't threaten the Doctor. ever] You will not touch him! I will not allow it!

{Dietrich actually allows her to place her hands on his neck, but she's not able to squeeze at all as he just grins and even laughs. Though, his laugh isn't laced with the fake gentility and politeness, just malicious, and enjoying her frustration very much}

You won't allow it? What a funny thing to say. Just what would you do to save him?