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!

Comments

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[takes a step back cause aaaaaah the coif is being uncoiffed!]

Only for him.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[there is no coif to uncoif, quite frankly]

No, you like them. You miss them. Propositioning me to battle across the universe was hardly your most opaque way of asking me to entertain you, after all.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I've got a whole universe of my own to protect, Master. I hardly need you to entertain me. I hardly need entertainment. Got a universe to explore, as well.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're such a liar, Doctor.

I know what will cheer you up! Sword fight. My Self made this one particularly for me and I've been meaning to try it out.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[may or may not still be sore from their last fight]

A rematch then?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[quite smug over all of the most recent fights]

If you want to view it that way. I can supply you with the sword, if you need me to.

[there's an emphasis on 'you need me' - not stressed words, but a broadened smirk, a challenge that says the words stand on their own]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor holds his hands apart]

It wouldn't be as much of a challenge if you just struck me down, would it?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You're neither Jesus nor Obi-Wan, so you can stop that now.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

And you're neither a sword-salesman or Borusa, so you can either hand one over or---

[blimey, but he's channeling his third self today, isn't he?]

I don't want to fight you.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

We've fought too much. There's a time to move on.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm asking you to fence, not to open up the age old enmity between us.

That, by the way, can never be moved on from.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

It can't be moved on from because you won't let it go.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Now now, Doctor, make it too much my fault and you might even have me believing I have free will in this.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[ha!]

Is the Master admitting that he's not in control?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Are you accepting that I will choose to fight you over peace with you any day and any universe?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

In any case, I'm not going to fight you back. You're on your own in this battle from here on out, Master.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he'd fold his arms, but he happens to be holding a sword]

What do you mean by that?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[holds his hands up again, but takes a step back, walking away]

You're hardly dense. Figure it out.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[lifts the blade and points it at the Doctor's neck]

You're not worth the keeping if you won't put up a fight, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Go on, then.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

To the pain, then?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I can handle it.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And if it's Lucy's?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[oh no you didn't]

You'd hurt your own wife to keep me fighting you?