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[demnify.livejournal.com]

[it's TUESDAY on the east coast, so! here is the Master- though not quite as he normally is. in fact, one might say he doesn't even seem completely there. he seems only vaguely occupied with the growing pile of stuff near him, most of it made of metal, though there are various lights and things


someone bother him, because otherwise he'll just keep making stuff until he has the most stuff ever. :|]

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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[wandering over!] You're looking...different, Master.

...What's all this stuff? [nudges the glowing things with his foot]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master shrugs. he looks normal enough to him] It's nothing significant.

I've been testing something.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[looks over the pile] What exactly are you testing?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[the TARDIS is following Ten around like a little puppy, so hello, Master! she's rather interested in what you're doing, as well as you being different. she is, however, wary, all things considered]

Master. You are ... different.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master, in his stuffmaking, has begun pulling a dagger into existence; though once it's ... you know, existing, it clatters to the floor]

I suppose. I'm not too particularly bothered by it.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[watches with interest, not too happy about the pointy implements of doom]

So I've noticed. [frowns, then crouches down to look at him, analysing] You are no longer Gallifreyan.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Where are you getting all that?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master promptly demonstrates by pulling a pole into existence] I expect that demonstration is enough of an answer?

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

... More like the beginning of another question.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[And Jack, once again against his better judgment, approaches]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[notice how the Master doesn't react to your presense, Jack. instead, he brings a cage into existence, and it clatters to the ground]

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

[Gasp now that is something interesting, and since Amane is stuck here, he is about to explore everything around.]

Nee nee what are you doing, hm hm?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I'm practicing a newfound skill.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...what is it with the Master and acting weird lately? Have a Ianto staring at you.]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master gives a look at Ianto] Do you always stare at people without announcing yourself? It's rather rude.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[yeeeeeeeeeeeah have a Guv] The hell are you doing?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master fabricates a chair, and it clatters to the ground and tips over; then he looks over at Gene. this is a sad day indeed, because I BELIEVE Gene is still sans pants and the Master can't even properly enjoy it] I take it that demonstration was explaination enough?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Wow. That's neat.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Isn't it? It's actually rather useful, for the most part.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well that's shiny, self.

[starts juggling a glow stick, beaming as he traces out patterns and symbols with the light]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Anything you might like? I'm still testing the limitations.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[just...watches, for a bit, because this is interesting, before stepping forwards; he has his glasses on]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he looks over at d!Five] Ah. Hello, Doctor.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

...oooooh.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master glances over to Rose] Ahhh, Miss Tyler. How has the darkness been treating you?