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

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[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!

Comments

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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?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Because you did.

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Did I?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Yes, you did. What are you doing?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Something evil. Now you have to try to foil me!

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I need a bit more than 'something evil' to go off.

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I thought you were brilliant.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I am but "something evil is being done or has been done somewhere" is just a bit vague.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Then you're not very brilliant at all.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

All right. I've done something good today. Tell me what I did.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You didn't do anything. The best thing you could do is shut up, stay quiet, and wait for someone to give you an order.

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[the Doctor looks at him for a second, then punches him in the gut hard. He's slightly touchy today.]

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[the sword drops from his hand and he winces, doubling over]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[eyes widen just slightly and he frowns to himself, shoving his hands into his pockets]

Erm. I didn't really mean to do that.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[looks up, glaring] That's not an apology.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. Well, you shouldn't have said that, quite frankly. But I am sorry I hit you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're not forgiven anyway.

[punches him]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[stumbles back, wincing. He holds up his hands]

No fist fights today. Just...swords? Then will you feel better?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Fine! Find a blade.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[looks around, then hops off the plane, returning with the blade he usually uses]

Found it.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Good! The usual rules, of course.

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[twirls his blade into position with a nod]

Of course.

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[not bothering with the count, the Master lunges forwards in an attempt to impale the Doctor]

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[The Doctor stumbles, bringing up his sword quickly to deflect the lunge] Blimey, no warning today? [thrusts his sword to the Master's side, cutting in]