best swordsman in France [such a shame we're in England]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[there is a pile of pillows, carpets (a fair few Persian due to his most recent adventure), blankets and drapery beside the Master, who is standing just outside of the Fortress of Awesome self made. One might assume that the Master was in the process of taking the various furnishings into the Fortress, and one would be right. Indeed, half of them are inside the Fortress.

Sadly, the Master got distracted by trying to balance the tip of a sword on his finger, and has now completely forsaken his project for the sake of practicing his fencing]

What this place really needs, right now, is a United Parcel Service. Not the Royal Mail; I don't trust them. But the UPS is predictably awful and that's... dull.

Scratch that, then! We need the Royal Mail!

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[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master leans against one of the walls of their fortress, watching Self] I see you enjoy the gift. I take it it's been handling well enough?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[positively beaming at him]

It's superb! You're an excellent craftsman, Self. I've never handled a better sword.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[irritable sigh]

Is this what you've been doing with your time? Moving into this place?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Ooh, you're irritable. What planet got itself exploded on your watch today?

[durch-feuer.livejournal.com]

At least you have mail. They're still working on that in my world.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What, no postal service? Barbarism!

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

How did you get all that into the TARDIS? I didn't even notice.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Who says I got it all into the TARDIS?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Pokes her head out from under one of the pillows.] Hi, Archelaus! Is this the thing that made the ground explode?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes it is.

[no point asking how she got there]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Watching the Master curiously from his usually lurking distance.] ... Why?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[It's an opportunity that's just too good to miss. One hand on her own sword, watching him with her head tilted to one side. Still very :| Guess who found out about the Year That Never Was?]

Getting in a bit of practice?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I like to keep on top of my game!

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

The Royal Mail is is awful, too. What's with the sword?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Self made it for me! It's perfectly balanced.

[only-a-pup.livejournal.com]

[hi this is me trying to get Toboe active Walks over in his human form, looking and sniffing at the furniture curiously] Where'd you get all this?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[I approve! turns to look at him and smiles]

Some of it I nicked off of some Persian traders. Other bits are from the TARDIS, and a few things are from Helaphina.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[looks at the fortress, then Harry, then the fortress again] Harry...? What is this place?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It's something self built just a bit ago. Do you like it?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Does this mean you're finally leaving myself and the Doctor alone and moving into this monstrosity, instead?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Of course not! I'll never abandon the Doctor.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head, studying the drapery]

Odd way to furnish a foreboding fortress.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Is it foreboding, really? I thought it was more... well, very nice. And I love the way the metal reflects the stars, don't you?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You don't think using the same postal service as everyone else is dull?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Depends on the postal service, doesn't it?

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Moving in here, are you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No, of course not! Your self would be lonely if I did.